"The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper." -Eden Phillpotts
Cerberus Alexander Draconis
|Height||5'11" (5'5" stooped)|
|Build||Thin and bone|
|Family||Noelle Draconis (Wife)|
Once upon a time, Alexander may have been considered quite a handsome gentleman. However, four years in the service of the Lich King has taken its toll on once human flesh.
The majority of his face is still intact, save for the flesh about his jaw, a tell-tale sign of perhaps catching a blade to the mouth, or some other such distortion that has left the flesh ragged and torn. His once fine nose bears the marks of several breaks that have skewed the nasal passage. His eyes have glazed over, taking on the burning frostfire glow so common amongst the knights of the Ebon Blade, the energy within flickering with an intensity that defies his fragile looking husk. Dark purple tendrils of hair split evenly down the middle and fall to either side of his face, framing his broken features.
His posture has eroded with time, leaving the Forsaken hunched. Yet despite the crookedness of his spine, the man works to hold him with the grace and presence of his previous training, his noble bearing shinning despite his undead state.
Alexander is often a man of words before he is a man of action, preferring to consider and deliberate before leaping to the fore. He is charming and kind for the most part, but has no tolerance for the wicked or unjust. When his ire is invoked, hell hath no fury.
He is fiercely loyal to his friends, family, and people he has sworn to protect. Taking quite serious the safety of the lands of the Horde.
Recently his mood has taken to darker tones, a barely contained angry swirling beneath the surface when discussing the recent developments pertaining to the Lich King.
Most of Alexander's past connections lay in ashes. His familial connections were destroyed during the razing of Andorhal, and his peers and instructors in Dalaran were either killed during the Scourge invasion, or have gone missing during the fall of Dalaran to the demon Archimonde.
In unlife Alexander has nurtured new contacts within the people of the Horde. His skill with Alchemy, mixed with his magical aptitude, found Draconis well involved with the Royal Apothecary Society of Undercity. His work in Silverpine and Hillsbrad earned him the recognition of the Dark Lady and her Royal Entourage, thus finding the Magus enlisted into the position of Cerberus in the Night Vanguard. Through the Night Vanguard, Alexander has found himself connected to many of the most unlikely heroes, and some of the most renowned as well.
In recent days Alexander has made inroads with the Blood Elves of House Hyperious and has laid out ground work for a revival of the Vanguard he once guided, bringing about a new generation of warriors.
It is said the Forsaken still keeps the company of Roshanar Skychaser and a few alumni of the Night Vanguard when time permits.
Alexander Draconis was born Alexander Brace of Andorhal. His father the grain quartermaster for the North, and his mother a simple house wife tending to her three children, of which Alexander was the eldest.
The Brace family had little prominence, yet they we well to do during times of good harvest. The family had little struggle to fill the basic needs of existance, and generally had few wants due to simple tastes. Alexander, however, longed for something more.
As a youth, Alexander was fascinated by the world, never simply accepting the mundane life when knowing that things such as dragons and elves existed. He was a day dreamer, and a optimist, not satisfied with the course plotted out for him to inherit his father's profession of tallying sacks of grain.
At age thirteen, the young man acquired a elementary book of magic from the local wizard, a long time student of magic at the Violet Citadel, and magical envoy to Andorhal. A tome that the youth voraciously read as a if his very life depended on it. By his fourteenth birthday he had cast his first spell.
His parents would never allow for him to enroll with the Academy at Dalaran, citing costs and expectations, so the youth was forced to take matters into his own hands.
Using the cover of the yearly Summer Fire Festival, Alexander arranged to demonstrate his magical aptitude before the Dalaran envoys. Details are sketchy at best but it seemed that the youth botched the spel and incinerated a diplomats chapeau. Regardless of mistakes made, the young would-be wizard earned a patron that day.
He was taken on scholarship to Dalaran and served as the apprentice to Theros Cal’Quendi, an accomplished mage of the Quel'dorei.
There Alexander studied like a man possessed, voraciously consuming any and all magical tomes in an attempt to refine his magical knowledge.