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Name (pronouns)
Pronounced: ""
Bio
| ---|---| Race | Eldarian | Sex | Male | Age | 1,691 | Sexuality | Straight | Alignment | LE | Condition | Alive |
Info
| ---|---| Aliases | Moon Veil | Occupations | The Leader Of The Delacterease | Groups | None | Religions | Wood Elves | Current Location | Unknown |
Who is this person?
Overview
Vameer Delacterease is the first leader of the great family of House Delacterease. His family came from the great Elvish Capital Shayu, The City of The Falling Stars and He is one of the first Houses that create the foundations of Rosen Wheel.
Traits
Personality Before The Death Of His Sons - Loving, Caring, and Willing to protect the weak.
After The Death Of His Sons - Cold, Silent, and left everyone to find for themselves.
Social Before The Death Of His Sons - Was known around the town to help the homeless, create small foundations for schools, and Went to the fronts of war he would bring supplies to soldiers.
After The Death Of His Sons - Became Known around the town as the man who fallen from grace. Destroyed and leveled areas of Rosen Wheel to clear out the other families.
Mental Before The Death Of His Sons - Strong, steady, and a mind of iron. Nothing Could pierce or bother Vameer.
After The Death Of His Sons - Self Destruction, Hate, wanted the death of everyone and everything in Rosen Wheel
Likes/Dislikes Likes - Loved children, Soldiers, Nobel citizens, and kind soul folk.
Dislikes - Betrayal, Liars, People who pray on the weak, and Thieves
Goals
Personal Before The Death Of His Sons - Not Known
After The Death Of His Sons - Not Known
Professional Before The Death Of His Sons - Not Known
After The Death Of His Sons - Not Known
Relationships:
Acquaintances
Friends & Family
Family
Wife - Son - Luthin Delacterease Son - Folt Delacterease Daughter -
Enemies
History:
History
Short Rosen Wheel in 21,814
Vameer Delacterease made his way to
Long
In the aftermath of the demon’s blade that cruelly pierced through the chest of Vameer’s youngest son, Luthin, a malevolent curse took root. The vile creature from the northern lands had bestowed upon Luthin a wretched disease, transforming his once-vibrant form into a grotesque tableau of decay. Black tar coursed through his veins, threatening to extinguish the light that once sparkled in his eyes.
Desperation gripped Vameer’s heart as he witnessed his son’s agonizing descent into darkness. Unyielding to the despair that threatened to consume him, Vameer, a mere alchemist in a world of magic, sought refuge in the heart of Shayu, The City of The Falling Stars. The towering spires of the elvish city loomed above him as he navigated through the labyrinthine streets to the sacred halls of the high clerics.
With bated breath and tear-streaked cheeks, Vameer, a High Noble elf humbled by the weight of a father’s plea, beseeched the clerics for aid. He implored them to mend his son’s wounds, even offering his own life in exchange for Luthin’s salvation. However, the clerics, shrouded in their sanctimonious disdain, met Vameer’s plea with cold indifference. Their judgment cast a shadow upon him, and they callously turned away, leaving the grieving father and his afflicted son to the mercy of a merciless fate.
As the clerics’ indifference left a bitter taste in Vameer’s mouth, he retreated to the quiet sanctum of his alchemical workshop. It was there that he delved into the mystical knowledge passed down through his lineage, tapping into the esoteric wisdom of his forefathers. Guided by a blend of foresight and alchemical expertise, Vameer embarked on a journey of experimentation, seeking to concoct a potion that could defy the very fabric of the curse that ensnared his son.
The sacred ingredients, shrouded in mystery and hidden in the corners of Dulrayea, were gathered with meticulous care. The blood of ancient creatures, the grains of moon-kissed stones, and the essence drawn from the wisps of ethereal winds formed the alchemical trinity. With reverence, Vameer bleujih09oiiiiiiiiiuiy8jjjjjj675yttnded these components into a potion that shimmered with otherworldly vitality.
As he poured the potion into Luthin’s wound, a silent anticipation hung in the air. The elixir, named “Tel’ emphasis quesst Ath faen” in the poetic tongue of the elves, translated to “The Nectar Of Life” in common parlance. The potion, with its ethereal glow, began its work, knitting together the torn sinews and reconstructing the decayed flesh. Vameer beheld in awe as his son’s body underwent a miraculous transformation, the curse unraveling before his very eyes.
Overwhelmed with relief and gratitude, Vameer’s elation evolved into a resolute purpose. The potential of the potion extended beyond his personal tragedy. He envisioned a remedy that could traverse the borders of sorrow and become a beacon of hope for the impending great war that loomed on the horizon. With a heart fueled by a father’s love and a newfound alchemical legacy, Vameer mass-produced the potion that would later be known as “The Health Potion.”
In the crucible of war against orcs, demons, elves, and men, Vameer’s creation proved to be a formidable asset. “The Nectar Of Life” flowed through the veins of soldiers, healing wounds and bolstering resilience. Vameer, driven by the haunting memory of his son’s suffering, intended for no child to endure the same darkness. The potion became a symbol of both survival and defiance against the encroaching shadows.