Lord Hathiir

Hathiir was a once powerful Noble Djinn now entrapped in the body of a half-elven man. With the love of his life effectively deceased, his noble estate destroyed, and his vitality stunted by the limitations of his new body, Hathiir seeks to adapt to his new life upon the mortal plane and rediscover who he is.

## Lord Hathiir Seabreeze

### Aliases

Lord Seabreeze, Hathiir Seabreeze, Prince of the Coastal Breeze, Jailer of Darkness, Master of Magna

## Biographical information

### Date of birth

Ancient (Born before the Elemental Planes were created.)

### Place of death

The Seabreeze Estate (Loss of Elemental Body)

## Description

In his Djinn form, Hathiir was a red eyed Djinn of sandy coloration whose winds had the light scent of cinnamon upon them. He was an imposing figure with various piercings and jewels adorning his body; from multiple neckpieces to rings on each finger, accented by a brilliant gold wrap around his forehead and several piercings through his ears, each holding valuable gemstones.

In his new mortal half-elf body, the man is large. Quite large. He hails at an impressive 7'2" and holds a decent amount of muscle mass, making him quite intimidating to look at. His facial hair is groomed into the same goatee he held as a Djinn, and he has kept his large, gaudy earrings. There are several scars over his arms reminiscent of lightning, and his chest has a large bolt-blast scar directly over his heart.

## Personality

Hathiir is the epitome of nobility. His posture and mannerisms hold the air of one raised with a silver spoon in their mouth. Though of course this is hardly true. Hathiir has worked hard and survived long to earn his place in Skywall. Or well, former place. It shows in his ability to work well in politics, and also his ability to communicate and persuade those to his side with his careful choice of words and positive vibes.

He shows a tendency to find interest in mortals, from his former personal tower filled with mortal objects, to his subjects that he sent out on missions, all denizens of Azeroth. Why, his elite was filled with nothing but mortals at the end of his reign in Skywall. Mortals he now calls friends. The man is not afraid to deal with them, and has had nothing but positive experiences with mortal-kind.

Hathiir does not actually get along well with other noble air elementals. They tend to feel threatened by his authoritative presence, and tactfully attempt to overpower his command due to their own sense of superiority. For this reason, it has driven Hathiir from interacting with other elementals on a daily basis, outside of those he commands and leads.

The good of his people comes first. Hathiir will risk his own life for those who have earned his trust and respect. He is a good soul in the end, and acts with the thought of others in mind, as a good leader should. Leaders take the front, bosses take the rear. Hathiir is a leader through and through.

## Background

### Before the Origination

Hathiir begins his story so long ago. Before the Sundering. Before the Kaldorei. Back in the foggy history of the world. One knows not how the Elementals came to be as they are. Why, even today it's a mystery to the wisest of men and women. All that is known is they were. And as they were, they waged wars upon each other in the chaos of the Black Empire.

Hathiir served his masters for the sake of his survival, and eventual benefit. He waged war with the other elements to cause chaos and fury across the lands of Azeroth under the reign of the Old Gods. This would, of course, come to an end with the arrival of the titans. Y'shaarj squashed like a pesky tick. C'thun presumed dead as he was sent hurtling back to the ground. Yogg'saron and N'zoth, trapped in Titanic prisons.

And for the elementals? Well...

### Prison of the Elements

The elementals were pulled from Azeroth and locked into a plane prison of the Titan's own design. Their new home, and eternal prison. The Firelands for Ragnaros and his kin at the bottom of the plane. Above, Deepholm and Abyssal Maw clashing side by side. And above them, Skywall. The home of Al'akir, and his kin. Hathiir was among these kin, trapped in this world.

It was best, of course, to make due with what they had. The elementals went about creating their cultures and working their charisma as a hierarchy was produced. His own natural power, in conjunction with a graceful tongue, helped Hathiir to rise through the ranks decently in the realm of nobility. Charisma and power worked hand in hand in this new world, setting the Djinn into a place many envied, and many desired.

Though not a member of Al'akir's Conclave, Hathiir was happy in his lofty position earned through his actions in Skywall. It was a good place to be, with his own estate, and his own subjects. He knew, however, that the shifting mood of the winds was fragile. A gentle breeze turned to a vicious gale at the drop of a hat. As such, Hathiir needed to keep his subjects and allies close, and enemies closer.

### Rivalry of the Winds

It was in this time of political campaigning that Hathiir became close with another of his Djinn companions. A seafoam green Djinn by the name of Galus, who held the scent of mint in his winds. A light, sharp scent compared to the earthy spice of Hathiir's own cinnamon. The two found their personalities melded well, with Hathiir taking charge with Galus as a faithful supporter of his companion's charismatic ways.

An unlikely duo, it was good that they had found one another for friendship and support. Most certainly because of the arrival of their rivals. A pair of haughty Djinn by the names of Frisen and Zephos. Djinn who had no tact or charisma. Ones who had lofted in on trickery and deceit and raw power. Though such was the way of Skywall. There were the breaks in the clouds, and the dark storms. These two were the darkest of Storms.

Of course, the pair of rival Djinns were envious of Hathiir's rank, and quickly made their way up the ladder in an attempt to gain authority over the Djinn. However, try as they might, their deceit was not enough to earn them more power than Hathiir's charisma or Galus' support. They were stuck to be backseats to the pair, growing more envious and bitter each passing century.

### Turning His Gaze

It was a few thousand years after Azeroth's Sundering that Hathiir found his gaze turning to that of Azeroth. His old home. Oh, how it had changed in the years he'd been trapped in his place. And in such strange ways. Much of the land was gone... A massive whirlpool filling what had once been the center of the continent.

His curiosity overtaking his senses, Hathiir sent a few of his subjects to investigate the lands of Azeroth. And each time they returned, they retold him incredible stories of the men and women of the world. How they lived, the adventures they had. Those of his minions that were chosen by Shaman to be called forth even spoke of their times fighting with these Shaman, who respected the elements and the elementals.

These stories satisfied Hathiir for the time to come as he learned of the news on Azeroth. The wars between these alien orcs and human. The rise of the Undead. It was all rather incredible to the man, who spent his time listening to these tales when he was not about managing his estate and position of authority in Skywall. Of course, Galus worried for his companion, seeing the glint in the mans eye each time a new subject returned with a tale. This was their home now. Why worry about the one they had lost?

And after a time, Hathiir did return his attention to Skywall and his duties forthright. These were his people, not the mortals. His charge was here, in this world. In this prison. There was no escape, so best to ensure it was a good life. Galus was of course, relieved to see his companion back to his old self. Who knows what would have happened had Hathiir attempted anything rash.

### Competing for Council

It was a few years before the Cataclysm when the rumors would spread. Al'akir had supposedly announced a potential opening to his council, and Hathiir's gaze turned to that seat. But his was not the only one. Frisen sought this position as well, backed by Zephos. But the difference in pedigree between Hathiir and Frisen was clear, and with Galus' support, many believed Hathiir was a shoe-in for the position.

But this of course, would be met with opposition by those that saw Hathiir as a threat. Galus and Hathiir discussed the rising conflict among the elementals in competition for a potential seat on the Council. In order to secure the position, Hathiir believed he needed power. And to get power, he would need to weaponize his most powerful elite.

Drawing forth unsuspecting mortals from Azeroth, Hathiir would offer these men and women a deal. Help him acquire weapons of power, and become his champion, garbed in his house symbol and gifted with the power of Skywall. The first to join his ranks was Eldeth, a short and disfigured woman with a heart of gold. She swore her allegiance to Hathiir, who saw through her unsettling appearance to the true and kind woman that was beneath.

Men and women of all varieties served under Hathiir, pledging their loyalty, and going out across Azeroth to collect weapons of power for Hathiir's elites. He gifted them with valuables, power, and influence at his estate. Luxury was theirs as he spoiled his champions thoroughly. Through them, he remembered his fondness for mortals and their quirks, and his original interest in them.

### The Fall of House Seabreeze

It was during Hathiir's bonding with his Champions that cracks would begin forming in the foundation he had established. Galus was captured by Zephos, missing and in danger. Hathiir's champions were set forth, discovering that Galus had been imprisoned in a nearby stronghold. Breaking into the Stronghold, they released Hathiir's dear companion with ease... Almost too much ease.

It was no more than a week after his rescue that Galus betrayed Hathiir. The protective barrier to his estate fell, destroyed from within by Hathiir's closest ally. Why? Why would he do this? The minions of Frisen and Zephos released their ambush upon the estate, slaughtering Hathiir's people. Galus was shocked, furious. He had made a deal, you see. Break the barrier, allow Frisen and Zephos to take away Hathiir's weapons, and they swore to leave Hathiir alone. They had lied, fooled him. And in turn he had doomed the one he cared for most.

In the chaos, Hathiir ushered his mortal champions to escape, trying to urge them to flee while he defended their departure. But they would not have it. They refused to leave without Hathiir, who they had formed close bonds with. Galus, hearing these outcries, took it upon himself to redeem his fatal mistake. Stepping forth, he defended Hathiir and the others, ushering Hathiir to utilize his magic to escape in a new vessel.

### A New Body, A New Life

What vessel could he use? An object? An animal? There was little he could access during the attack upon his estate. It was one of his champions that stepped up. A tanned half-elf, tall and broad, and loyal from the start. Ansem offered himself up to Hathiir as a vessel. He had little before the Djinn had summoned him, living as a bandit in Tanaris, harming innocents and being a general villain to society. This was his chance, in his eyes, to make his life worth something.

With tears in their eyes, as Galus defended their tower, the mortals and Hathiir each said their goodbyes to Ansem. Through an ancient ritual of the Djinn, Hathiir began the process of merging his essence into Ansem's body. Through improv and a rushed process, Hathiir latched his essence within the new vessel, his energy rupturing Ansem's flesh, burning permanent scars into the body. A scar over the heart, and scars of lightning down his arms.

Ansem fell limp, unconcious, Hathiir disappeared, but whoever was in that body now was down for the count. Galus fell, and the door to the tower hiding the Champions began to crack and splinter. Eldeth stepped forward, drawing forth her magic to pull the group out of Skywall. The rapid teleportation didn't go off without some issue, resulting in the group crash landing in the dunes of Tanaris, but safe from the wrath of the Djinn destroying Hathiir's estate.

Eyes fluttering open, now flowing with magical energy, Ansem's body slowly began to move, but it was Hathiir's voice that escaped its lips. In relief, his champions embraced him, and welcomed him to Azeroth. He had managed, albeit barely, to escape with his life, but at a cost. His estate, his nobility, and even his dearest companion were gone. He had nothing to his name, and from the bottom he would be forced to find his way in the world.

But Hathiir was alive, and he would take this second chance at life. Now stuck on Azeroth, it was time to rediscover himself, and find his place in a world that had changed so much since his imprisonment.

## Abilities

Here you can list any interesting or notable abilities your character has.

    **Djinn-Fused:** Though Hathiir has merged into the body of a mortal to escape the shackles of the Elemental Plane and prevent his death during the destruction of his estate, his very soul is that of an air-sand elemental, a noble djinn at that. This power can be drawn forth from his own essence.

* **Aeromancy:** Hathiir is able to manipulate wind and lightning, using them for combat or to enhance himself and others.
* **Sabumancy:** Due to his nature as a Sand-Djinn, Hathiir is capable of manipulating sand around him or conjuring sand for offense, defense, and environmental utility.

**Dervish:** A skilled swordsman, Hathiir is trained in combat with curved blades, utilizing light, graceful movements to fight effectively with agility and speed.

* **Curved Sword Combat:** Hathiir's blades dance wildly as he moves with graceful spins and leaping strikes. His combat utilizes various aerial maneuvers to keep himself mobile as he strikes.
* **Evasive Defense:** Defense in the Dervish stance depends upon deflecting attacks and evasion, utilizing pivots and aerials to move out of harm's way rather than to absorb blows.

## Home

With the loss of his beloved estate within Skywall, destroyed by his most hated rival, Hathiir is currently homeless.

## Companions

**Galus Mistwind** - Formerly Hathiir's husband/consort, he perished during the destruction of the Seabreeze Estate by sacrificing himself to ensure Hathiir could escape. A shard of his essence escaped Skywall with Hathiir, but it holds no sentience and only serves as a sorrowful memory to Hathiir.

**Eldeth Sorrowmourne** - A short, unattractive human woman with disfigured features. She has a heart of gold, which often pierces through her unpleasant physical features. Lovable and intelligent, she is a powerful Wizard specialized in Telemancy and Portalmancy.

**Ansem Sunfall** - A half-elf wastewander bandit whose life was completely changed when he was invited into Hathiir's Champions. A devoted servant of his Djinn, he sacrificed his body as a vessel for Hathiir to assist the Djinn in escaping Skywall. His soul was dissolved in the ritual, leaving behind a vacant husk, which is now the vessel of Hathiir.

## Notes and Trivia

* Hathiir does not have the best grasp of how the human body works yet, but he does understand basic bodily functions enough to survive.
* Hathiir is a fan of Alteracian cuisine.
* He hates beer, finding the taste revolting. He does enjoy a good cider, and idolizes sweet white wines.
* Credit for Hathiir's reference goes to https://www.deviantart.com/drkav. The main image on this page is a variation of his work that I edited to better match Hathiir.