"If you want a better look, get on your knees and beg for my mercy. I'll give you an intent examination."

Some flavor adding to my favorite character, Kilvasi.

Kilvasi was a naturally gifted magister within Quel'thalas before the scourge struck, and destroyed the sunwell to raise Kel'thuzad. Ferocious combat techniques, he is a master of harshest extremes of the elements, Frost and Fire. While he had potential to be a great Arcanist, after witnessing the craze every one of his peers had gone through for magic, he forsook the ways of the Arcane as anything more than utility.

Kilvasi has no love for aristocracy, or his own peoples' squabbling. He does what he wants, and does it all the way. Often involving wandering abouts Silvermoon, intoxicated, trying to solicit sex. It is a known fact Kilvasi has had sex in practically every building in the golden city.

Far from diplomatic immunity, he is a very renowned and powerful mage, and individual, for his charisma and skill. He has a habit of finding a way to make everyone turn their head to his mischief. Usually by burning things. Sometimes, the Alliance!

Kilvasi does not suffer fools unless they are entertaining. In which case, entertainment usually comes in the form of incineration, mutilation, or being pushed down stairs.

Kilvasi personally gave his assistance to defense of the last remaining human kingdoms from the Scourge. As Tirisfal as a whole had fallen, he fell into seclusion, and fostered his anger to the Scourge, for taking a man, the only human he saw fit to be a true, courageous King; Arthas. After the city of Silvermoon had been rebuilt, in time, Kilvasi returned to the walls, before Lorthemar swore the remaining blood elves to the Horde.

Kilvasi spent much of his time durring the events on Outlands learning with the Horde, and harboring his fury toward the Scourge. After the invasion of Orgrimmar, and those he had come to respect as comrades fought beside him to defend his new home, Kilvasi personally swore himself to the Horde entirely, and not just the Blood elves of Quel'thalas. He emblazoned his passion for the people who banded together for mutual existance upon his shoulders. Scarred in flame, and bore with razor edged ice and chilled onto his other. The symbol of his new people, he would fight to protect.

By mostly insulting them, burning people, and sitting in orgrimmar eating cake.

everything derp here is blizzards idc i did this for fun =/ shut up