Mithaniel

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## Mithaniel Asen'eth

### Relatives

Penelope Tidecrest (Daughter), Ephraim Tidecrest (Son), Arcturus Tidecrest (Son)

## Description

The first things to notice about Mithaniel Asen'eth is his towering height, his auburn hair, and the grey eyes that watch every little movement. Its length has gotten to the point that he has golden rings holding together braided hair - two distinct braids in fact. The rest of his hair is either tied up or let down depending on the day.

Distinct scars line his face as well - one of them a single line going from above his left eye down across his nose and underneath his right eye. It looks to be a clean cut were it not for the other scar - an engraved claw-made scar that is fresher than this other scar. Thankfully none of this scarring reaches as far as his ears - short but pointed like his half-breed nature dictates. One last scar remains in sight - a carving scar digging into his throat with the same claw-like nature of the one on his face.

There was more to him than the scars - patterned runic symbols paint his face and all the way down his neck to the rest of his body. These lines are a recent addition and trail towards the floral pattern of tattoos on his arms. This pattern mixes vine-like designs with a thorny mystical edge. Along his back is a strange pattern of holy runes that glimmer when revealed. They shift between golden light and a silvery light when bared to the world. His muscular and towering stature is clear to see - showing off a body that has worked out and worked hard to get to where he is now. It is a mixture of elven grace with the bulk of Tirasians - a meet in the middle type of body if anything.

Speaking of scars there are plenty to line his body once below the neck - criss-cross scars on his arms, dagger scars on his back and chest, burns along his hands, and distinct jagged scars on his back where one might think something was torn off. The most thorough scar is on the back of his neck - the Kul Tiras sigil carved into his neck as if being branded.

## Personality

Mithaniel Asen'eth is someone who has been burned by the world and yet finds reason to keep fighting. He is a man who has lost family, lost friends and yet he still finds a reason to get back up. He has been maimed, betrayed, and cast aside only to brush the dirt off his shoulders and get back up. His indomitable will is one of the main traits about him - an unwavering force of will in the face of danger and tragedy.

Despite any gruff or cold exterior the half-breed holds to being a gentle giant with experience. He is kind and warm to those who are innocent or young. He is firm but fair with those to be deemed adults. There is a stern yet just nature to him, but he is also cautious - he has been burned one too many times by others. He will not judge for much - but he does judge actions, thoughts, and reactions. He has no tolerance for those who demean others based on anything besides their character. As a target of demeaning in the past he will not stand for it.

Where he lacks in intelligence he makes up for it with his ability to listen and learn. He is a student of books and scrolls - learning what he can of the world, its languages, and more. He is patient beyond words with anyone willing to tell him anything about any topic. He values the strength of mind just as much as he values the strength of character. There is a respectful nature to him where it is called for it - born out of him being a Lord for so much of his history among other things. He shows courtesy, gratitude, and respect where it is due and earned. He always offers his opinion respectfully when he can, but there are moments of irateness should one show a lack of intelligence or care.

His tolerance for many things being so low does lead to him being on guard more often than not. While he does show trust at times it is a guarded trust. He is careful with his interactions - knowing that someone may try and trick him or strong arm him. Now more than ever is a case of being careful and being prepared.

## Background

*Mithaniel Asen'eth* was born of the union between Lady Alysanne Asen'eth and Lord Markus Tidecrest. He was, for all intents and purposes, a noble's heir.  The auburn-haired half-breed, from the start, was as curious and jovial as any other child. The disdain offered a half-breed was not apparent at first, but many among certain circles considered him to be weak and abominable. He was different than most people by nature of his birth, and yet this did not change him. Not even the harshest of words from drunkards could stop him.

What killed his cheer was the very first scar. While he cares not to remember it much, he knows it is there - the jaggedly carved Kul Tiras sigil upon the back of his neck. The intervention of others prevented the wound from being worse, but they could not heal the scar that emerged. It was from that day that Mithaniel became focused. He became honed on certain ideas, and became otherwise reserved. He trained harder, he studied longer, and he even sought out danger - anything to prove himself. He had a long road ahead of him, and yet nothing seemed to deter him despite his cold shoulder to family members and friends alike.

It was his stoic approach, his growing willpower, and his dedication that drew the eye of a Commodore Benedict Warvale. Commodore Benedict, in his time, had come across the fledgling half-elf train away out in the forests of Drustvar. He and his crew even witnessed the young boy try to climb the mountains of the land. Inspired and amused was one way to describe what the Commodore felt. It was sometime afterwards that the Commodore decided to take the young man under his wing, and even did his best to ensure that the lad would be put upon his crew.

The time under the tutelage of the Commodore was not easy. Benedict ran Mithaniel ragged - teaching him the manners and methods of a sailor and a marine. It wasn't the life Mithaniel imagined, but it was one he worked hard at. He, under watchful eye and lashing words, was broken down and built back up. It was during this time that he befriended the crew of The Tidebringer - the vessel that Benedict commanded. The young man, eventually, got to join them on their sailings - becoming a simple sailor for the Tidebringer. It was full of tasks ranging from the boring to the hardy, but it turned him into a better man for it.

It was during his time under the Commodore that Mithaniel was brought back home to Gracestone Isle. The shining estate of House Tidecrest had long lived as their home, and they were one of the many producers of storm silver due to the mines on the island. It was here that Mithaniel was given a gift one day - a rapier and a saber. Both were traditional weapons of Kul Tiras, and both were now his to call. Benedict even let him keep them so long as he stayed true to himself. Sometime afterwards, Mithaniel met a visiting quel'dorei sorceress by the name of Savaniel Ero'findel. The pair hit it off quickly during Mithaniel's time on Kul Tiras, and it wasn't long before a courtship was had.

It was as Savaniel and Mithaniel courted that the dreadful Second War initiated. All were called to battle against the Orcish Horde. It wasn't long before Kul Tiras would join the fray, and that meant Mithaniel had battle to go to.  Savaniel, one of those elves who disobeyed the king's orders, joined the Kul Tiras fleet to assist when it came time to do so. The Kul Tiras Navy routed and destroyed plenty of Horde vessels, and from these experiences did Mithaniel earn a few of his first scars along his arms. His might against orcish brutality was a new test for him, but one he came out alive in.

Then came the horror.

The seas of fire they call it. The Horde had one other trick up their sleeve for the naval fight, and revealed it in spectacular fashion. Red-scaled dragons enflamed the fleet and destroyed most of it. This called for a retreat, and Mithaniel managed to escape with his life. The fleet was ruined, and would need time to recover. However, The Tidebringer was one vessel that did not suffer extreme damage from the draconic ambush. They would be one of the ships that would rejoin the fight sometime down the line - after the dragonmaw riders were met in battle by the Wildhammer gryphon-riders.

During this time, Mithaniel managed to slay a drake. It was no easy feat, and he came out of the battle injured and newly scarred again. Yet, he had also come out a hero. He was named Scalebane for it, and had earned the begrudging respect of many among not only Kul Tiras but the Alliance as a whole. Even those elves who had joined the fight were starting to see his worth in that moment. Mithaniel, for his part, did not feel good about the name or what he had to do. Something felt wrong about killing a drake to him, but it had to be done.

The war progressed and came to a close. Through this time, Mithaniel rose to Lieutenant on the Tidebringer and returned home. It was during the wind down from the war that he married Savaniel and had his first daughter Penelope. Life was good, and he was happy to not have to fight anymore. He had a wife, a child, and himself to look after. Of course, the world never rests easy!

Savaniel and Mithaniel split sometime after the Second War and just before the Second War. It was amicable, but something had sundered the bond the two had. Mithaniel, however, did not let this affect his time as a father. He would remain friends with Savaniel, raise Penelope, and focus on getting better. He was wounded and haunted by the war, and it had done some significant damage to him. Despite this he did do as any man might and *tried* his best. He would, in time, rise to become Lord Tidecrest and Lord of Gracestone Isle.

During this time he would remain in contact with the Tidebringer crew. They would meet up, talk, and even spar - to keep themselves spry as the years clocked on. It was by this time that the events on the Eastern Kingdoms began to occur. The Scourge rose and wreaked havoc while Kul Tiras slowly pulled away from all others - their navy torn up and their higher-ups unsure about the Alliance that once stood. It seemed that the times were changing, and not for the better.

It was during this period that Mithaniel was granted what was his - the birthright of his elven family. The elven blade Alah'melorn (Lightstrike) had been long a symbol of honor, justice, and peace for the Asen'eths, and now it was his. It was one of a few things his mother gave to him before she returned home - returned to a home that would soon be besieged by the undead. That was the last time he would speak to his mother.

Time moved on and Mithaniel, eventually, found himself at what was to be called the Light's Hope Chapel. By now the world had seen much - the ravaging of the Scourge, the battle at Mount Hyjal, and the rise of a new Horde. Allegiances had shifted, lands were scarred, and Mithaniel felt a calling during it all. It was here that he found The Argent Dawn and The Brotherhood of the Light. He, a veteran warrior, chose to join their fight - having left Penelope in the careful hands of Savaniel and her family.  It was here that he was introduced to the mission of the Dawn and the Brotherhood. It was here that he would begin to fight back against the Scourge alongside them.

As a member of the Dawn, he grew to find a calling in the Holy Light. It was beyond the normal faith, and quickly he learned the methodology of a Paladin. He was a fervent soldier of the Light, but it would take some time for him to become one. During all of this time he became familiar with other races. He became familiar with the kaldorei, the orcs, the taurens, the trolls, and even the forsaken. Though his biases from war were hard to kill? They were killed nonetheless - they had to be.

Years and years of endless fighting in the Plaguelands grew into experience. He fought, he lost friends, and he strengthened his soul. He, growing into his role as a paladin, used the Light to cleanse and to destroy. He consecrated the grounds in holy fire, healed the sick and the injured, and stood defiant in the face of death. It was his zeal, his dedication, and his unwavering nature that drew the eye of an order.

*An Order of Templars.*

This small and secretive order of advanced holy knights, in due time, brought Mithaniel into the fold. They tested him to the very core through wisdom, strength, and loyalty. They tested him until they truly found what they were looking for. It was during this process that Mithaniel sacrificed things about himself and about being a paladin. A series of runes were dressed onto his back in a mural-like way, and he gave up certain abilities that most paladins had. He gave up a happy ending, or so he professed before the others. He would live and die by the Order's mission - he would not rest easy until evil was vanquished and removed from this world. He gave up the name of his father's family - handing over his house to his Uncle - and instead took up his mother's family name.

Then came the time of the War in Northrend.

The period that followed was a dark one.

The dreadful Acherus and its knights initiated a battle against the Argent Dawn and the Brotherhood of the Light. This was a battle that Mithaniel partook in - fighting off ghouls and knights alike as best he could. He, and so many others, survived by the intervening hand of Tirion Fordring and the Light. It was here that the Ebon Blade was born, and it was here that the tides would begin to shift. It was time to head north, and Mithaniel was one of the many to head there. He had a mission, and he would see it through - eradication of the Scourge's forces alongside so many others.

Battle after battle raged, and Mithaniel got to witness the valor and bravery across Northrend. He battled vrykul, ghouls, nerubians, trolls, and more to reach wherever he needed to go. Among the Argent Crusade he kept himself - keeping to himself and saving lives where needed. His life was his weapon at times, but never once did he perish. However, it was here in Northrend that his fate would start to shift. It was here, in the vast snow of the Dragonblight, that he came face to face with the dragons that now sought mortal aid.

The epithet of Scalebane had not just been said by people of Kul Tiras, but the dragons as well. A mortal had struck down a drake! Even for what the times were, this was not something they saw as a common occurrence. A red dragon by the name of Vyialstrasz had watched the holy knight and his crusade against the Scourge. Vyial, the father to the drake that Mithaniel killed during the Second War, was both infuriated and curious of the red-haired half-elf.

A chance encounter against a Lich at the Red Dragonshrine led Vyial and Mithaniel into a collision. A collision that pitted man against dragon. It was here, after a long discussion, that something changed. Vyial, choosing a different path than vengeance, chose to take Mithaniel under his wing as a student of sorts. The half-elf had, to his credit, despised the name of Scalebane and wished to make up for it. He expected to die, but was otherwise surprised by Vyial's choice. It was not the dragonsworn path that Vyial alluded to, but it would suffice. Perhaps in seeing the world at large might enlighten the growing Templar in new ways.

The aged templar set out to continue why he was here. He rejoined the fight, and during this he would go to meet Vyial out away from the camps. The two would talk, lessons would be imparted, and Mithaniel would come away with more questions and more answers. The dragon had much to teach the still young - for his kind's longer living - half-elf. Though there would be no oath sworn, the dragon was piqued in interest by the man's interest in redemption and growth of knowledge.

Eventually, the war in Northrend would come to a close and Mithaniel would set out to continue the fight elsewhere. There were pockets of necromancers, cabals of warlocks, and more out there. This time, however, he would be doing so with double the charge - not only to eradicate evil but also to protect innocent life. Along the way, he would start to gain knowledge from Vyial - knowledge of the world, of how dragons worked, and more.

## Abilities

**The Holy Light [Enhanced]:** The Holy Light is the signature magic of all who walk the path of priest or paladin. It is a warm golden light that allows it to smite the wicked and purify the corrupted. It has been seen as a golden light, a holy flame, and more. There are those who delve the secrets of the Light - the ones whispered as Templar. These Templars give up much for their secrets, but come out stronger for it.

* **Holy Lightning:** A silvery lightning that is wielded by few, this holy lightning is an offensive tool against any who would dare stand in their way.
* **TBA:** Coming soon

**Ability Type 2:** Coming soon

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* **Ability Specifics 2:** See previous.

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