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Tandarus Stillwater
'Baron Meadowbrook'
Art by @thatlazybones


IconSmall Human Male.gif Human (undead)
Lordaeron Icon.png Lordaeronian


Meadowbrook, Lordaeron
November 18, 3 L.C.


Howling Fjord, Northrend


Scourgetempicon.png Undead Scourge (formerly)
Tabard of the Ebon Blade.jpg The Ebon Blade
Grand Alliance Icon.png The Grand Alliance
Necrolord sigil.png The Necrolords


Aresius Stillwater †
Elaina Stillwater †
Marcellus Stillwater
Alessandra Stillwater



Thou call'dst me dog before thou hadst a cause;
but, since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

–Shylock, The Merchant of Venice

Tandarus Lazarus Stillwater is an undead human aristocrat hailing from northern Lordaeron. A vain, lascivious, yet kind-hearted soldier in life, his perennial lust for adventure ultimately became his downfall during a disastrous expedition into the mountains of the Howling Fjord, where he was slain and conscripted into the ranks of the Scourge. It was only at the moment of Arthas Menethil's demise that his mind was finally wrested free from the Lich King's control.

Many years have passed since his surrender to the Knights of the Ebon Blade, and although the scars inflicted upon his soul remain strong, he has since been able to reintegrate into society. In the early years of his new life, he was often called upon to settle disputes between the dead and the living. Recent events, however, have whittled his patience and compassion down to a fraction of what they once were.

Physical Description

Through the use of preservation methods both magical and mundane, undeath has been kinder to this vainglorious knight than most. Once possessed of a tawny complexion, his skin has paled into an ashen gray hue reminiscent of alabaster in texture. High cheekbones and a defined jawline have been made all the more prominent by the slight hollowing of his face, frozen into that of a young man in his twenties. Only a scar cutting diagonally across the bridge of his stocky, aquiline nose mars his visage.

His otherwise empty eye sockets brim with brilliant aquamarine flames, bright and expressive to the point where they can easily convey his emotions through their varying intensity. It is matched by the fire that burns deep in his throat and the glow of the unusually long, limber tongue set behind his lupine fangs. His eyes are bordered by lengthy lashes, optionally accentuated with a dab of smoky powder over the lids. If one could look past his distinct markings of undeath, he could be considered conventionally handsome.

The voluminous mass of hair crowning his head is, at present, cleansed of artificial coloring, revealing the stark white color it was bleached into upon his death. It is no longer meticulously groomed and curled, instead left to wind around his shoulders in wild, unkempt tresses. The hair on his chin and upper lip is cut short and tidy. On occasion, a black feather is tucked into the crook of his right ear, as full and thick as the day it was plucked. Boasting an athletic figure perfected over years of arduous training, he stands at exactly six feet, relatively tall for his race but not overwhelmingly so, and weighs about a hundred and eighty pounds out of armor.


Tandarus is a man defined by a dichotomy between his actions and his feelings. Deeply affected by his traumatic experiences (though his pride sees him deny it), he is at once warm and distant, outwardly treating the general populace with courtesy while choosing only a select few to place a modicum of trust in. He is candid to a fault, never one to mince words whether or not doing so is appropriate, yet tight-lipped when it comes to his own secrets. The enterprising nobleman within him thrives in environments where there is ample opportunity to mingle with parties both familiar and unfamiliar. His extroversion is an off-putting trait for a dead man, and one that often puts him at odds with his brethren; but it is invaluable all the same, as it permits him to gather information where his charmless comrades cannot.

Friendly as he might be, he is still a death knight, and did not escape unscathed from the extended period of time he spent in service to the Scourge. Beneath the layers of honeyed words and coquettish quips, Tandarus is cruel, irreverent, and ultimately concerned with little else besides his own well being. Though not entirely heartless, he delights in his sadistic need to inflict pain to survive. His hunger is so keen that even the suffering caused by others is enough for him to feed on empathetically. As such, he can be found prowling the streets of settlements goading on acts of violence in the hopes of garnering a quick meal off-duty. Despite spending considerable time around the living, he harbors lingering resentment for them, as in his view he has already paid for his past sins and no longer deserves their scorn.

While he is clever in his own underhanded way, Tandarus does have his eccentricities, owing to both the circumstances of his death and issues stemming from his childhood. He has difficulty remembering certain 'unimportant' details—names, in particular—leading to the common and not entirely unfounded assumption that he is a bit airheaded. Outside of pressing matters, his attention span is fleeting and his feet are restless, taking him across the land in search of gratification to fill the void in his heart. Despite his flaws, he maintains an unspoken commitment to defending the weak and helpless; a lingering remnant of a life where he possessed a strong sense of noblesse oblige.



Wrath of the Lich King

Cataclysm–Battle for Azeroth




  • Unbeknownst to him, Tandarus has a mild case of undiagnosed, untreated ADHD.
  • He has an unabashed soft spot for leporids, having owned rabbits over the course of his life.
  • Tandarus identifies as an 'equal opportunist' with regards to both sexes, though his condition has understandably diminished his want for intimacy.