Baenthemar Eveningpride

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**Count Baenthemar Eveningpride**, head of House Eveningpride, is the Count of Wailing Cat off the coast of Stranglethorn Vale.

## Personality & Beliefs

Baenthemar is a harsh man, often sporting a heavy set brow and air of disdain. With such an air of superiority, the monk carried his head high, responding to conversation in a way most would consider blunt or curt. He is reserved and callous to those around him, keeping his distance from most so long as it can be helped. In his world, actions spoke louder than words, and one would be damned to forget such a thing in his presence. The Void's whispers hissing into his ears often caused him to question his morals, perhaps playing devil's advocate in most situations he bore witness to.

## Description

Baenthemar was a tall, muscular man, standing at six foot three with crows feet already forming at the corner of his eyes. His skin is an ashen grey that was riddled with scars all across his back, should one ever get the chance to see. Above the mess was a tattoo of two oxen locking horns and a Pandaren mantra written below in a semi-circle curling upwards. Well kempt locks were a deep, rich plum color with wriggling tentacles of an ethereal blue peeking out occasionally. He kept himself meticulously clean, that scruff upon his chin well trimmed in an intricate pattern lapping up towards his lips. Almost everything seemed fairly normal for someone of his kind, except for his eyes and hands.

Dusty violet irises with a faint glow were nearly swallowed by the potent Void mutations in his sclera, a swirling dark abyss laden with light flecks of his natural violet, like stars on a still pond. A strange mutation, but one that seemed to react to his emotions when actually showcased. Another peculiar note to most would be Baen's hands, gradually growing pitch black from elbow to claw, nearly charred. The dark parts of his flesh felt normal despite their discoloration, fading away back to ash near his biceps.

## Biography

Born in the year 536 K.Y. in Fairbreeze Village, Eversong Forest, Baenthemar was a very sickly, only child. His parents, Ausendra Eveningpride and Celios Eveningpride, did not birth Baenthemar out of love, but rather necessity to continue their bloodline. As a result of being an unwanted child, Baenthemar was mostly tended to by his nanny and the servants of their home. Unfortunately, the young man's chronic illness of the lungs caused his parents alarm, fearing that they could lose him and all of the precious gold they'd spent on Baenthemar. Ausendra felt forced to keep Baenthemar locked up in the tower of their home that served as a library, only summoned to show face in front of important guests and family if deemed healthy enough. His illness was to be monitored on a daily basis, and it was strictly forbidden for the young boy to even the tower without proper clearance. It was the fear not of losing Baenthemar, but beingmade to carry another child, that kept Ausendra hellbent on ensuring her only child survived. As the years dragged on, Baenthemar would grow increasingly alienated to the outside world, often daydreaming by the window when his nose wasn't stuffed in a book for escape.

Over time, desperation would grip Baenthemar as the years dragged on, instilling rebellion and a deep hatred for people he could no longer find the heart to call his parents. No, they were his captors, and he was simply a trophy child to show off when Celios and Ausendra wanted to brag about their 'successful' marriage. Their refusal to give him any freedom of choice only fueled the young man's ire regardless of his improving health, simply wanting to live a life outside of confinement and books. The mage tutor that Baenthemar took lessons from starting at a young age was beginning to notice signs of distress himself, often commenting how he was losing control of the flame with lack of emotional balance. Sadly, his warnings would be swept beneath the rug as the Eveningprides told him he simply was not strict enough on Baenthemar. Eventually, disaster would inevitably strike one fateful night steeped in strong winds and light rain. The Eveningpride's estate was burnt to the ground in a fit of rage, marking Baenthemar an exile from the family entirely. It was only chance that Ausendra and Celios were out of town for business with the higher mages, lest they could have been lost to the flames like the rest of their servants.

There was nowhere for Baenthemar to turn, considering the Eveningprides were a rather small family. Abandoned and alone, he had no other choice but to try his luck with his Uncle Leth'ion, offering a bargain that would be his only means of freedom. Leth'ion was a travelling merchant, his reputation proceeding him as a man with a silver tongue and a charming personality that even made the Forsaken feel alive again. With their family permanently wanting Baenthemar gone, but Leth'ion refusing to turning his own nephew in, there was to be a deal that was struck. The clever merchant decided on an alternative that at least gave Baenthemar a second chance at life out of pity, and a permanent solution for the Eveningprides.

There were rumors of a group of Sin'dorei seeking to wield the power of the Void and research it extensively, and volunteers were needed among scientists, Farstriders, and even warriors alike. While Baenthemar was none of these things, at the very least he would be ushered in under the guise of a scientist's aid. Cornered and fearing death, Baenthemar had no choice but to agree to those terms and would enter that wretched portal where the rest of his family hoped he would disappear forever. With the harrowing events that lead up to the tragic accident imprisoning all of them there, Baenthemar found himself compelled to accept the Void and it's madness despite all of the atrocious mutations it riddled his body with.

Now freshly freed from the portal, Baenthemar would find himself beneath a new banner... and calling himself a different name. Mar found the world suddenly less hostile and quiet, a jarring change that took time to adjust to. Although the whispers were weaker here, it did not stop the insanity from filtering through any chance it could. With newfound freedom, Mar began to realize this was a fresh start where he could finally take control of his life and grow stronger, a sickening urge swelling in his gut to do what he must to climb above the rest. No, he would never be looked down upon again, but more importantly, he would never let anyone get in his way anymore.

## Titles

**Royal Victualler**

Mar has successfully been accepted to become the Royal Victualler, allowing him to plant his foot into the House of Nobles.

## House

Mar is the head of the newly founded House Eveningpride. Founded in Stranglethorn Vale, the little island off of the coast would come to be named Wailing Refuge, harboring the town of Hangman's Hollow where Mar's seat resided.

## Relationships

Mar was privately engaged 6/17/614 K.Y.

Mar was widowed 11/21/631 K.Y.