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|“||You are a part of my fate, as I am a part of yours.||”|
Zevrad Stargazer is the fusion of both a Demon and a Kaldorei / Night Elf male who joined the ranks of the Illidari / Demon Hunters and became one of their Slayers. A title bestowed to an Illidari with high prestige whose goals were to see the safety of Azeroth and the destruction of the Burning Legion. However, was this so?
The Demon Gan'arg, Mal'akor, had taken control over the Night Elf's body along with his role and memories. No one knows what had become of the Night Elf's soul other than Mal'akor but, if one looked closely, a hint of his essence still lingers inside.
For many years, Zevrad had followed the teachings of the Illidari to survive and avoid suspicion. His performance within their ranks was mediocre when it came to both agility and strength. What he excelled in were the fields of illusions and soul manipulation which made him one of the most cunning hunters among the Illidari.
Later, after the defeat of the Burning Legion, Zevrad wore [Memento Mori] to sustain his lifespan. However, the effects were inefficient despite the various methods of using Azerite and Void magic as a source of energy for the amulet. With the defeat of N'zoth and forced enhancement, Zevrad finally died a true death as his body turned to ash and his soul traveled to the afterlife.
|“||The angle of you and the position from which you view your reality will change the perception of its nature. It is all, literally, a matter of perspective.||”|
Zevrad was arrogant and unnecessarily cruel toward others who dared stand against him. He had seen and done many things, in secret, that would be considered immoral; aiding in genocide, participating in mass destruction, and providing intel for both the Illidari and the Burning Legion.
It was shown during the Broken Isles that Zevrad appeared quite cunning as he formulated an intricate plan. To destroy Legion Portals and resources in Azsuna before they could flank the Illidari while deceiving both his enemies and allies. The plan succeeded as he intended for it required the sacrifice of his fellow Demon Hunters.
Zevrad is naturally calm and observant, showcasing his ruthlessness as he has stated that victory, by any means, is preferable to him than losing. He was quite stubborn and would do things that others were afraid of doing. If something pushed him in one direction, then he would face it head-on. He also possessed a dry, sardonic wit and sense of humor, and had no problem speaking his mind to other people. He is widely feared amongst his foes and allies that, through his actions and nature, some would indicate that Zevrad was somewhat sociopathic.
Later, however, Zevrad demonstrated his capability to feel both remorse and empathy on several occasions. For instance, he had regretted his actions of self-gain but not the acts enforced in service to those he loves. His guilt and shame of his past deeds when part of the Burning Legion and early years as an Illidari makes Zevrad an extremely secretive and private individual. He does not enjoy speaking about his past and prefers to keep it shrouded in mystery. This secretive nature makes him rather rebellious towards authority as he secretly disobeyed an order by an officer of Dor'Serrar to destroy the remains of an artifact.
Despite his considerably dim outlook on reality, one of the few races in Azeroth that Zevrad holds in high regard is the Humans and Gnomes. A species who, being short-lived and frail, has shown perseverance despite the odds against them. For it reminded him of his former self. He attempts to give as much respect as he can to those who possess the genuine pursuit of freedom and desire for a cause that would benefit the future. This shift in personality started to form when he met his companions, Michita and Eve, along with adopting a young Draenei child named Edis.
Zevrad's qualities all point him out to be one a fearsome hunter and bloodthirsty individual but there are hints of his character from before. For the Night Elf side used to smile and laugh in joy while committing his efforts in the natural arts of sculpting. He was very romantic and all of these traits can sometimes surface when surrounded by the people who love and cares for him.
Zevrad has shown moments of kindness than his aloof and harsh demeanor would suggest. As he was known to help many individuals and groups in their endeavors even if the end goal does not personally benefit him. Assuming a parental role towards Edis, he cares deeply for her and is rather protective. He would patiently wait, in disguise, at the Mage District while Edis was taught by the Priest Trainer at the Cathedral of Light, Stormwind.
However, an encounter with a mysterious figure has forced Zevrad to resort to his old habits leading to his untimely demise.
Character Type: Dynamic Edit
|“||If you are fated, it doesn't matter if you choose or not. You simply have the illusion of being free to choose.||”|
–Ivar the Boneless, Vikings
This concept, as stated, was altered from the Egyptian mythology to the folklore in Slavic culture or Chinese mythology of a creature transforming into a dragon through perseverance and determination. Fusing the lowly Gan'arg and Night Elf transformed them into one of the deadliest demon hunters for it unlocked Mal'akor's potential as a subspecies of the Mo'arg. Powerful and intelligent demons who are said to be the most diverse race in the entire Burning Legion.
The Fool's Journey was also implemented as a metaphor to life associated with the Tarot card, The Fool, to establish the character's foundation as it represented the number 0. The number of unlimited potentials followed by two other tarot cards representing the present and future of the character: The Devil and Death.
The Devil was another concept that was adapted into Zevrad's character as it was the objectification of a hostile and destructive force. Since many individuals in Azeroth would view the Demon Hunters and the demons of the Burning Legion one and the same. In summary, Evil Incarnate.
Over time, Zevrad would rush towards oblivion due to the continuous use of Fel magic alongside the backlash of exceeding his limitations. Hence the future tarot card of Death.
Inheritance Weapon Edit
|“||By recognizing the difference between yourself and others, you establish your identity as yourself.||”|
A weapon had yet to exist that could be compatible with Zevrad's physiology due to his hybrid nature. So, as a tinkerer, he used his knowledge and skills to craft a weapon that would grow with him. An inheritance weapon. The name of the weapon would be known as [Demonion Edge] with the ability to grant the wielder the trait: Demolution - the process by which the wielder will develop to a higher, more complex, state of being based on the Souls consumed.
It evolves alongside the user with the potential to change into various forms during combat if the wielder possesses the required Soul and Fel energies. The weapon was destroyed after the events at Argus that would mark the physical changes leads to his demise.
Demonic Powers Edit
|“||The power to imagine is the ability to create your own future.||”|
Zevrad possesses the power of the Fel to empower his body that would allow him to perform destructive attacks with either his fists, weapons, or spells. Constant use of these abilities will gradually corrupt and decay his body to a withered state. So he resolved these problems by using three components that would act as a conduit to channel his abilities.
Fel magic is a minor trait of what Zevrad could perform since his capabilities lie in the manipulation of the soul.
The container of Life is the Body whereas the core of Life is the Soul. It is the essence defined by the mental abilities of a living being through reason, character, feeling, consciousness, memory, perception, thinking, etc. One can interact with the Soul based on the purity and level of their mental energy and abilities as an individual.
Zevrad interacts with another person's Soul using the [Masque of Souls] and [Memento Mori]. He had secretly learned the techniques of his master as a servant to an Inquisitor, Nev'en, in his previous life and had adopted it, once again in secret, as his own after his rebirth. So far, he is the only Soul Slayer to date.
Ultimate Ability - Soul Realm Edit
The Soul Realm is one that centers around the materialization and projection of one's inner world following the Thaumaturgical Theory: World Egg. The created worlds are separated from reality and are a product of switching the Self and the World while keeping the boundary the same if strong enough. The realm can materialize and the people consumed will be transported into the inner world of the conjurer. Practitioners normally make use of this ability without affecting reality such as, in Zevrad's case, the distortion and manipulation of the souls.
NOTE: Conditions to materialize the realm requires an astronomical amount of energy (both Mana and Fel) and pure soul intent. Meaning that Zevrad would avoid using this technique as much as possible since the backlash is quite severe.
Six Desires Illusory Arts: Reincarnation Edit
The Six Desires Demonic Arts were designed to sow Discord within the mind and heart of a creature as the inner-desires were manifested. It can be seen as an illusional art with each desire having a representation: eyes for the pursuit of envy, ears for the yearning of praise, nose for the experience of pleasures, mouth for the fulfillment of cravings, body for the physical contact of the flesh, and mind for the continuous thoughts of love. The following below is the personified aspect of each desire:
- The first figure had no face and only had 20 or so eyes that covered its face and were all black with runes within them. They looked quite terrifying as its body was as skinny as a monkey and had abysmal skin.
- The second figure was tall and slim that was a man’s body but was quite pale along with black hair. It also had no face, but on the two sides of its head, it had six pairs of pointed ears and wings.
- The third figure looked both like a human and a beast; its upper body was that of a human and its lower body was that of a beast. It was covered with black fur and did not have a face either; it only had a long blood-red nose that looked like a grotesque monster.
- The fourth figure looked like a small elderly person. It was currently lying on its stomach, and there was a set of horns on the side of its forehead. It did not have a face either and only had a mouth filled with fangs with a very long tongue.
- The fifth figure looked normal on the upper half of its body except it too did not have a face. The lower half of its body was made up of many tentacles, with scales, that continuously twisted about and were a fleshy color. It looked quite disgusting and horrifying.
- The sixth figure looked like the original and could be considered quite normal as he was wearing a silver robe and a replica of the [Masque of Souls]. However, he was surrounded by a demonic aura and there was nothing within the black robe, only darkness and the demonic aura that continuously changed.
When each desire is fused in combat, they form the following characteristics to Zevrad:
- Fiery diamond, translucent, and gleaming eye on the forehead from the Soul Illusory Demon.
- Wings from the Corrupted Illusory Demon.
- Increased muscle mass from the Beast Illusory Demon.
- Black Horns from the Hell Illusory Demon.
- Serpent creatures and scales slithering at the back from the Spiritual Illusory Demon.
- Enhanced Demonic Aura from the Chaotic Illusory Demon.
Note: Reference to this form can be seen here.
|“||The contents of a person's heart will shape their appearances.||”|
Zevrad gives the aura of a demon due to the presence of his horns and the mask he wears [Masque of Souls]. It is unknown how old the mask is but one can see that it has been through countless battles due to the cracks and discoloration. It acts as a second skin that, if desired, can show expressions and colors based on the wearer's emotions. Recently, the mask has been morphed to see the truth of the Soul using the 3rd Eye: Denouement.
A physical trait, unique to Mal'akor, is present in the form of an elongated tail. He can use this tail in combat for mobility and combat purposes on the ground. The tail is very flexible and agile, can extend up to 40ft long, has scales that are as hard as steel, and can sharpen its tip that is comparable to any blade. Years later, this tail will evolve as it shows the physical characteristics of a Fel Serpent.
In combat, spikes can be formed in various parts of his body (shoulders, arms, and back) due to the hardening of his skin. This ability allows him to endure almost any physical attack but his flesh is still vulnerable to magical abilities. Wings can be withdrawn from Zevrad's back as he chooses to fly in the sky as they are the demonic predatory organs that function as a weapon of support.
The Truth Edit
|“||Lies spread faster than the truth.||”|
The external truth that we notice would only be a part of the whole. Like how a shadow casts itself on the walls, they would change depending on an individual's point of view since the condition that one observes them would only be a part of its actual form. However, if one were to directly observe the actual object the shadows were created from, then they would be able to see its entire form.
The internal truth is conveyed in the eyes and by realizing this, one can explore a character's hidden motivations and thoughts or analyzing their true identity. For it is the eyes that are considered to be the windows of a creature's soul.
NOTE: The soul of the one has claimed that the truth can be sadistic for it makes other creatures suffer while the other views it to be nobler as it inspires genuine maturation and growth. By learning the lessons it presents can an individual overcome the next trial ahead.
|“||You are you. Despite the differences between how you interpret yourself and how others interpret you.||”|
The Overture Edit
Mal'akor was a foolish Gan'arg who was given the task to craft weapons and armor for the Burning Legion. The demon excelled in this role but, as time passed, it grew in curiosity towards the other races. Mainly the emotions he was unable to feel.
Little did he knew that Fate would answer his curiosity with Death.
Mal'akor the Fool's Song
born a stunted Mo'arg,
creator of beauty
and ugliness too.
to be killed in Outland,
you died all alone and
now live as his soul.
freed by skilled silver tongue,
to find a lost child
with fortune and love.
feeling guilty inside,
compassion and friendship
changed his whole life.
risking freedom and health,
came back for his people
and for himself.
no more will you roam,
once you were lost and now
you are back home.
The final and most crucial step of the training required him to devour the physical heart of a demon. Allowing him to bind the soul to his own in order to gain the abilities that the Demon possesses. The ritual forced him to relive some of his most tragic and suppressed memories that could drive any sane person insane. This lasted until the same visions that Illidan saw traumatized him to the point where he fell unconscious.
The process, afterward, was seen as a success by the Illidari and Zevrad Stargazer was born. Little did they knew that the unthinkable occurred as the Demon Gan'arg, Mal'akor, had possessed the Night Elf's body due to his wits and guile.
Mal'akor tricked the unnamed Night Elf into a trap allowing the little Demon to absorb him instead. The fusion between the two could not be unfused by any means that he knew. And with no guarantee of reincarnation to the twisting nether when killed, he forced himself into servitude to Illidan and his crusade against the Burning Legion.
Several months passed and Mal'akor, under the guise of Zevrad, had gained the loyalty and trust of his fellow peers. It was during the siege of the Black Temple by the adventurers of the Alliance and Horde that Zevrad had finally found an opportunity to desert the Illidari and seek out his fellow brethren. Unfortunately, fate would have it where he would help lead a campaign against the Legion at Marduum.
After completing his mission and returning to the Black Temple, Zevrad saw the body of Illidan on the ground surrounded by the Wardens and Maiev Shadowsong. He rejoiced in his mind and immediately ran across the roof as fast as he could when the battle between the Illidari and Wardens commenced. But the battle was immediately over as Maiev used some unknown ability to imprison them using the Fel coursing through their veins.
|“||"Illidari, I have spent my entire life as keepers of the wicked. Thousands of years, my only solace, knowing the world was kept safe from your kind. But I would do anything to save Azeroth. Even if it means releasing you. Will you help us, Demon Hunter?"||”|
Zevrad noticed the Fel magic piercing the sky at the Broken Shore and the epicenter of the magic is known as the Tomb of Sargeras. Inside was most likely where his previous Inquisitor master, Nev'en, would be.
|“||You contain the Soul Memory of those you left behind.||”|
Conflicted, he ventured to Suramar to find his master, Nev'en and reported to him of his dilemma. He ironically hoped that he could help solve the situation but, once more, he had been proven the Fool. For the Inquisitor had betrayed him.
Zevrad made his way to a balcony overlooking the shores of Suramar but was heavily injured in the process. Surrounded and left with one option, he plunged himself off the balcony and allowed fate to guide his outcome.
|“||I am vengeance incarnate. Thorns are my body and Fel is my blood. I have endured over a thousand blades. Familiar of Death yet cling to Life. And so I gaze, Chaos Nephilim Star||”|
Zevrad awoke from his coma and what greeted him was a young Ren'dorei named Eve Ariel Emberbane and a stoic Worgen named Michita Atiel Royal. The two were the ones who found Zevrad on the shores of Stormheim and the interaction between the three was when he discovered the meaning of friendship.
Weeks passed and the condition of Zevrad had recovered to a healthy state thanks to the medical techniques of the Illidari and his body's regeneration ability. By the time that he was discharged from the hospital was the time when the attack on Nighthold was being prepared. The unified forces of the Horde and Alliance against the forces of Nighthold lead to the victory and defeat of Gul'dan. It was during the final fight with Gul'dan that Zevrad sought after Nev'en in order to have him destroyed in both body and soul. Never to be reincarnated.
|“||What was mortal was burned away, what was immortal was transfigured.||”|
The continuous plea of the child shattered the barriers that sealed his emotions for it reminded him of a past event that happened several years ago. The effects of the seal being broken resulted in the complete synchronization of the two individual (the Demon and Night Elf) spirits creating the perfect form.
What was supposed to be the salvation of the child had become the destruction of Mal'akor. The Demon had started to feel empathy and other emotions he had never felt before. This newfound perspective affected him by viewing his past actions in shame and guilt thereby, to atone for his past, he decided to care for the poor lonely child, Edis Kaelah.
Zevrad continued his expedition to eradicate and disrupt the plans of the Burning Legion after safely escorting Edis to the Vindicaar. With a new outlook in life, he became more powerful due to the fiery emotions that he had within him. This fire allowed him to reach a new level that he could never before perform. A new transformation.
|“||We live as we dream.||”|
There and Back Again
Seeing Senrisa again brought about suppressed memories of the Night Elf part of Zevrad that caused his heart to skip a few beats. This was due to the various feelings he felt all at once:
The shock of seeing Senrisa in this realm. The joy that he is reunited, once more, with his beloved. The sorrow of what happened in the past. The fear of what she will say. The shame of her seeing him in this form.
He stood before Senrisa with averted eyes as he asked "Beloved, you came back?" She smiled as she slowly and casually approached him with a gentle smile on her face saying "You know that I have never left you."
"But you did leave..." he corrected her "...you DIED."
"No," she replied "I did not die. You KILLED me." She informed him as she pointed to his heart. "YOU."
She was referring to the inner-demon part of Zevrad, Mal'akor, who will forever be merged with the Night Elf. It was then that he knew that he could not hide the truth from her. That all of his secrets were exposed to her. With these words, he fell to his knees before her admitting "YES. I killed you." He looked up to her eyes confessing his sins "I killed your husband, I killed your child, and I HATE myself for all that I have done."
Senrisa then placed a hand on his face to remove his mask saying "Dear Mal'akor..." with Zevrad's face fully exposed she says the three words that will set him free "...I forgive you."
And for the first time in his life, he wept.
Days became weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Zevrad was in that realm for a lifetime with Senrisa. However, like all things, everything must come to an end. A light was calling him back to the land of the living.
He pleaded to the voice crying "No, not yet! We had no time."
"Shhh." Senrisa comforted. "It's all right. We had time enough."The two embraced each other while the light surrounded their world.
Come What MayEdit
|“||The more people you love, the vulnerable you become.||”|
Zevrad had revived at the cost of his weapon, [Demonion Edge], but affected his body to regress due to the symptoms of decay giving him the inability to go into his metamorphosis state. This condition forced him to feel the frailty that most mortals have to live with every day causing him to feel greater admiration for those who lived short lives such as the Humans.
Both the Night Elf and Demon part of Zevrad lived very long lives and never had to deal with the weaknesses of their bodies. Despite their age. Now, with time against him, he had to live life as best he could just as he promised Senrisa. He started by renouncing his title and position among the Illidari to change the destiny of Edis by adopting her to love and cherish as his own.
Together they explored the cities of the Alliance in Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms. There they interacted with many people of various races and each moment was a blessing. Their journey would shortly end as soon as they just settled in Ashenvale, for the Horde had made their way to his home.
Flames surround the World Tree.
Teldrassil is Burning.
It all comes down.
Flames surround the World Tree.
The Banshee Queen, she burns me.
It hurts. So. Much.
Flames surround the World Tree.
Screams and Death Surround me.
We all. Fall. Down.
-Written by the Author.
Stream of Consciousness
(Author's Note: Format Resembles A Tree)
I Was Done
"Do you know what she did!?"
"Can you understand what she did to me!?"
"I was done."
"All of this. All of you people. The insanity. The fighting. The death."
"I was done."
"All we needed was peace."
"Just a little quiet."
"I could've come to Orgrimmar and burned it."
"But I did not."
"I was done."
"Instead, at the great expense, I arranged for a home of my own."
"Is it my fault that I was idle?"
"How can I control violence while trying to remain peaceful?"
"But regardless, I had a home."
"I had peace."
"I was done."
"And then the Horde came to my island, to my home!"
"The building where his mother died."
"Where he raised himself from nothing!"
"I was done, and you ALL came!"
"You destroyed my home."
"And stole my peace!"
"I WAS DONE!"
I'm Wishing Edit
|“||Your wish may not be what you expect, but that is what makes it so special.||”|
Lushlux Gloominous was a lost and frightened Void Elf Priestess who had fled to the forest to escape something of unknown origins. There she befriended the woodland creatures who lead her to safety and into an abandoned cottage deep in the woods. Finding it in disarray, she begins to clean the interior and assumes ownership.
The cottage was one of Zevrad's old home from a lifetime ago and, after years passed, was surprised as he returned to find it in an organized and clean manner. He soon found Lushlux upstairs peacefully asleep but decides not to wake her after seeing her peaceful face. She wakes up the next morning at the smell of food and, with an empty belly, she heads downstairs and soon saw him for the first time. The interaction was awkward, at first, but they quickly grew accustomed to each other as he welcomed her into his home.
Lushlux decides to repay Zevrad's kindness by offering to cook and clean for him. He accepts as she keeps the house in order while he continues to venture across Azeroth. Time passes, and the two grew fond with one another as he brought home tales of his adventures and souvenirs from various cultures. Little did he knew that something amiss was occurring while he was away.
Secretly, Lushlux would mentally struggle against the Void, and it didn't take long for her to admit that she suffers from erratic behaviors. In fear of being seen and treated differently, she kept this to herself until the truth could no longer be hidden. For no one truly understood what she goes through and the people she has told before would change their attitude towards her. Casting her out or isolating her due to fear.
Zevrad, however, accepted her with kindness as he presented Lushlux the opportunity to remain at his home for however long as she would like. For he understood the treatment of being an outcast from a society that fears the unknown. With him, she learned to change her mindset based on what she thinks to be her true self. For she would rather be herself and let others accept her for who she was rather than be somebody she was not just because of the approval of others.
Time passed and Zevrad would discover that Lushlux left without saying a word or leaving a note. What became of her and her story? Who can say? For it was one of many with an ambiguous ending.
The Tide Rises Edit
|“||You can change what you do, but you can't change what you are.||”|
They were able to fend off the Naga but heavy casualties were present. There were a few days of peace while at their destination during the week of gathering resources but, once more, they were attacked by the Naga. They appeared to have brought forth more of their forces and just as all seemed lost, the people that had supposedly sunk beneath the sea were rejoined with Zevrad and his team.
With morale increased, they began to make their counterattack causing the Naga to retreat. During this encounter, Zevrad suffered repeated mental attacks which resulted in his inability to perform Soul Techniques. Something that would've proven useful during the event that many people would call: Ghost of the Pasts.
|“||The future unwritten, the past not my concern, it is the moment that is of importance.||”|
An event about a few selected individuals of the Alliance who established a foothold within the southernmost regions of Quel'thalas known as the Ghostlands. The Horde, in response to this act, fought to prevent them from taking control.
Zevrad, fatigued in both body and mind, suffered at the hands of Plaguebringer Harris. An undead who utilized the blight to gravely injure Zevrad near death's door. Unconcious and left for dead, Zevrad awoke in a withered state and would have died otherwise were it not for his amulet which radiated with energy. The idea to rapidly absorb the energies would have dire consequences towards his body's condition but the greater danger was to do nothing at all. He immediately assimilated the energies, without reservation, causing his left arm and mind to alter to show demonic characteristics.
Zevrad was fully recovered allowing him to perform Soul techniques once more. However, this act affected his mind as he developed a thirst for bloodshed and insatiable cravings of destruction. Causing him to travel to a place where he can kill anything or anyone who without any inhibitions that the Alliance enforced.
Devil of Darkshore Edit
|“||I am the prisoner of my own making.||”|
Zevrad made his way to Darkshore where he found a group who were willing to see the Night Elven home liberated from Horde occupants. It was there that he would spend most of his time in Darkshore while the events of Uldir and Battle of Dazar'alor unfolded. Zevrad would sometimes ally himself with any Alliance or Night Elven members to vacate any Horde forces within Darkshore but most of his time was spent in solitude. As he would implement guerilla tactics when best alone.
The abilities as a former Demon Hunter allowed Zevrad to roam the environment without detection while using the trees and landscape. Mainly, however, his mastery of illusions and soul manipulation contributed to his stealth. Only at the final moments of his target's life would he sometimes allow them to see him as a means to gloat. Zevrad made sure that no one knows who committed the deed for whatever remained of any potential witnesses would be burnt using Fel Magic.
Years would pass until future historians would name this unknown assailant as the Devil of Darkshore.
My Destiny is (Not) My Own? Edit
|“||I had forgotten my foolishness and repeated the same mistakes.||”|
Zevrad, being vulnerable in his bloodlust, was one of the many individuals who was affected by the Old God's influence as a vision was revealed to him. A possible future showing an aspect of himself who obtained the powers he desired while wielding his demonic scythe and riding amidst the Chaos on his Defiant steed.
|“||Embrace the void that will corrupt the vessel of the world, and tame the Fel that will burn out the souls of the gods. The one who grasps, in his hands, every evil fate in the world. "All that is one."||”|
Zevrad had accepted the gift that affected his Soul to become more chaotic as it intertwined with the various energies of his essence. He made this choice while believing that he could use this newfound perspective for his personal benefit. However, the consequence of this act will result in a catastrophe that will forever alter his destiny. For it was no longer his own.
|“||The path to fate can often be viewed as a curse. Only at the end can it be revealed as a gift.||”|
With a chaotic mindset, it was revealed to Zevrad that he had been manipulated by both Nev'en and Senrisa from the moment he had awoken at the Vaults of the Wardens. As they influenced his path of self-destruction through lies and manipulation instructed by a creature of unknown origins. The reason for this act was due to a bargain made that would have them spared for what was to come at The End. Oblivion.
The plan was initiated by Nev'en as he had Zevrad fueled with a vengeance that would ultimately force him to leave his past behind and accept the role of Slayer. As he massacred his former kin at the Broken Shore all the way to Argus. The next would be by Senrisa as she persuaded him in the realm of life and death to experience the feelings of connections. To occupy in his heart the importance of the concept of relationships with others that would allow him to confront his internal truth to exhibit emotional growth.
This could also be viewed as having Zevrad mentally susceptible to the visions that perverted his mind by revealing to him that he was again a pawn in the grand scheme of the Circle. This realization had caused him to come to the final conclusion that the universe is extremely brutal and requires one to be crafty and hypocritical. As well as capable of compromising, especially with an enemy. To brutally massacre others by coldly and greedily engulfing other lives since all creatures will constantly need to fight to grow from their weaknesses, guilt, embarrassment, and insecurities. It is only then that they are able to improve and grow.
All That is ONE Edit
|“||The question remains. Are you, you? Or are you me? Are you the mortal who dreamed of being a Demon? Or are you the Demon who dreamed of being a mortal?||”|
–All That is One
|All That is One|
The moment when Zevrad was given the powers he sought was when he had unlocked the ability to reach new heights as his physical prowess increased alongside his magical capabilities. The sigils (Flame, Chains, Misery, and Silence) that he would normally perform separately could now be combined to create higher-tiered spells. Enemies that had proven to be difficult to fight in a head-on battle at Argus would now be easily outmatched by him without relying on his Soul Manipulation.
Zevrad's combative abilities were not the only thing that could improve, as the rate of recovery from fatal injuries could be seen by the naked eye while his aura became immensely powerful and destructive. So much so that those with weak willpower could feel sick around him or fall unconscious. All these traits that were added allowed his ability to transform to, once again, become available as it underwent another metamorphosis.
Zevrad no longer transforms into the hulking figure with wings. Instead, Fel Serpents could be seen slithering around his body similar to the tail that he previously used in combat. It is not yet known what these creatures can do but it is assumed that he could use them as avatars of himself to journey across Azeroth as they assume their own physical form. One that is similar to his likeness so that they could quickly accomplish the tasks that were given to him to influence events that would lead "To The End."
NOTE: One of these creatures was named Ap'ophis. The demonic creature who aided the Silverfin during the event: Depths of Vashj'ir.
Memento Mori - Remember Thou Art Mortal Edit
|“||I am withdrawn because I am afraid of being hurt.||”|
It was a hard time for Zevrad as he struggled with the corruption that he has been inflicted forced him to settle into his role as a Servant of N'zoth.
Zevrad would find himself to still visit Edis after many months. But many months of absence had created a rift between the two along with her sense of the faint feeling of the darkness lurking within him. Despite his best efforts to conceal it. Things between the two would then escalate as he feels his nature resurfacing from within, before finally deciding to take action upon himself. But not before he first places the care of Edis upon Eve and Michita.
Zevrad then formulated a plan to destroy N'zoth, however, he is unsuccessful when his plan is foiled as one of the many eyes of the old god had become embedded into his Soul. This failure seemingly strains his already unstable mental health as he sees hallucinations. Causing him to frequently become distant and more destructive towards others.
The Dreaming of Sleepers: Apotheosis Edit
|“||Do you dream while you sleep or is it an escape from the horrors of reality?||”|
–Puzzle Box of Yogg-Saron
Zevrad traveled in several places acting as one of the many servants of N'zoth as they fulfilled their tasks incognito. In Vashj'ir, he used Ap'ophis to aid the Naga and establish a working relationship to accomplish his goals. Several other creatures were used until the time came when all eyes were brought towards Azshara as she used the Tidestone to part the ocean, allowing both the Horde and Alliance access to her kingdom. The adventurers of both factions would prevail by defeating the Queen and her forces but at the cost of inadvertently releasing N'zoth from his prison.
Now, for the first time in eons, the old god sits on his throne within his Black Empire. A series of events will unfold that includes the great battle at the sleeping city of Nya'lotha. A realm that is inhabited by the old god N'zoth and his minions that is separated from the physical realm by a thin veil. This veil was being torn away after the Fourth War, unleashing untold nightmares and visions which influenced many of the inhabitants of Azeroth. Plotting, scheming, and exploiting everything that once kept Azeroth safe. The Titan facilities. For they are the key locations that can contain and turn the tide against the old god.
During this event, Zevrad's unlocked potential in his body began to transform into a special type of biological organs that could absorb all sorts of energies from his surroundings to enhance his combative abilities. Allowing him to possess all sorts of extraordinary powers such as mental manipulation, destructive force, heightened reflexes, concealment, and absorbance. Alongside these changes was the Eye of Denouement.
An eye that was finally formed after going through six rounds of assembly since the Broken Shore to Ny'alotha, reading ancient texts from Argus and Azeroth, and applying it to his own techniques. The eye on Zevrad's forehead was like a fiery diamond or a gemstone, translucent and gleaming in a faint fluorescent light that emitted strange energies, making one's hairs to stand on end when looked at.
To The End: Denouement Edit
|“||The End is just as Important as the Beginning.||”|
Many of Azeroth's denizens made their way to key locations of the final battle that could determine the fate of Azeroth. Where many of them were at, He was there. Walking with the corrupted as he helped shape their deepest beliefs. An executioner of the prisoners. A lone hunter on a pale horse. A criminal lurking within the shadows. Fields become burial grounds within his presence. Standing witness to every great atrocity, every feeble passing. During each strife, on each battlefield, within each war. He has left his mark. And in the end, His face will be the last you will ever see.
|To The End|
As a servant of N'zoth, Zevrad had ensued Conflict and Discord across Azeroth as he killed and manipulated countless people until his final moments. However, the strains of his continuous transformation and constant use of the Fel had decreased his life span. With limited time, Zevrad would attempt his final plan to undo his past within Ny'alotha as N'zoth was preoccupied with dealing with the Champions and Adventurers of Azeroth.
Life This Long Edit
|“||Immortality isn't living forever, it's watching everyone else dying.||”|
–Eve Ariel Emberbane
Zevrad had the idea that if the rifts of N'zoth could manifest the twisted future, then perhaps he can be able to use it to travel into the past. With each of attempts, however, his unstable sanity began to wane as he would discover that the insight he gained of N'zoth's corruption. That would eventually have him come to the conclusion that his attempts were futile and that he is unable to change what is to come.
Later, Zevrad intercepted Eve at the Veil of Eternal Blossoms while the Champions and Adventurers of Azeroth fought the forces of N'zoth at Ny'alotha. There he discussed on a hill overlooking the gates of Ny'alotha what was to come and that it was unavoidable. Eve commented to Zevrad that he was afraid, not of himself or Death, but for them. The people that were in his life: Michita, Edis, and her. Everyone that he had formed a connection with.
Zevrad noted that mortals are strange in their belief as they believe that Order and Chaos are separate things. They continuously struggle and their tenacity had affected even his past decisions. Eve agreed that this trait can be elegant for even the tiniest resolve can alter the course of events but Zevrad shrugged it off stating that the forces against N'zoth will inevitably be doomed. If not today then perhaps later due to their constant obsession in creating wars.
Eve agreed but claimed that something isn't beautiful because it lasts, as a life lived long can be a battlefield on its own.
For the Sake of Love Edit
|“||You see Eve, all things... requires love. And nowadays, they'll do anything for it.||”|
A bright light had encompassed the Vale of Eternal Blossoms as the Champions and Adventurers had prevailed against N'zoth and his forces. The effects had caused many who were within the vicinity to fall unconscious as they could not withstand the effects. Eve was among one of many while it had little effect on Zevrad.
Dawn would come when Eve would awaken in possession of Zevrad's mask while he had his back turned as he overlooks the scenery of a purified world from corruption. Admitting that he was wrong with a chuckle, it seemed that he had contemplated his choices and beliefs from the moment N'zoth was defeated until now. She would reprimand him as she asks why is he laughing, only to be replied that his life had been an irony.
Eve then notices that Zevrad is slowly withering away into ash as his body's life has come to an end. With sympathy, she asks if anything can be done about his situation but Zevrad would be reminded about her statements regarding life and that he has no right to be saved. Besides, he no longer has a goal as he had achieved all that he could and that his battle ends here.
Eve begins to cry as she says that she failed to save him which baffles Zevrad as he turns to her. With his face exposed and a smile on his face, he comforts her by expressing his gratitude to her and to look after Edis and Michita. Don't have them become a hopeless idiot like him and to lean on their shoulders whenever times are tough. To not face struggles alone.
With renewed resolve in her heart, Eve would declare that she would do her best and to assure him that the future for them will be bright ahead. Her confirmation had Zevrad express a deep smile as he reassures her that, if he is to be reborn, he'll be sure to do his best from then on.It was at that moment that only ashes remained.
Return to Zero Edit
|“||The closer I am to Death, the stronger I became.||”|
Ties and bonds severed away,
within the world of mortals.
She does not know any doubts,
of Light, without a prayer.
Comes the Hour of Twilight,
as this is a time of War.
Covenants forged in Death,
Azeroth shall fight once more.
Smoking black plumes surround,
black skies on boney graves.
While the Elf's Saphire eyes,
reflects the slithering waves.
The Serpent consumed the Fel,
six steps and the Dragon falls.
Darkness surrounds the half-beast man,
as howling fills the old halls.
Shadowed is the World Tree,
Deviled is our kin.
What was will rise once more,
and thus begin again.
|“||For each star in the sky exists a dreamer of the night.||”|
Their sharpened swords stabbed through his fragile heart.
Ripping it in two, ripping his core apart.
It took them a few words, still, they cut deep.
Stealing emotions, making him sorely weak.
Their doubled-edged swords cutting connections.
He gazed to the stars, true in their reflection.
A place in his heart forever reserved.
For the one that he loved but didn’t deserve.
They twisted their swords; it tore him apart.
They broke what was left; they broke his fragile heart.
|“||Stories are truer than Truth||”|
Somewhere in the Cosmos, entities bigger than a planet are building a house of remembrance. As the people on the ground are waiting for the building to be finished before they go inside. They wait, awkwardly, shuffling and making small-talk in the wasteland that was once the Heart of Azeroth. Everybody’s here, you were here. As the night was over, and the day began.
“Where am I?”
“You are here, in Azeroth.”
“Am I dreaming?”
“This is Azeroth. I mean, I know it is Azeroth. But… it is strange. I know Azeroth as I know myself. I know this city. But it is not, isn’t it? ”
“Watch. Wait. You’ll see.”
“That demon… that’s Nev’en.”
“But he’s dead. And that’s… this is wrong. This is all wrong...who are you?”
The mourners took their seats, one by one, without hesitation or question. No one directed them, but they walked to their own seats and sat down, as quietly and efficiently as if they’d been rehearsing for this moment all their lives. The people moved as if their every move were foreordained. As if they had no true will of their own. As if their every action was written in a book long ago. But which book? And the last of the multitude took her, or his, or its appointed place. Finally, the ceremony began.
“This is… Zin-Ashari.”
“Yes. Very good.”
“But it was destroyed more than 10,000 years ago. This is… why are we here?”
“Why? We never left.”
Some of them spoke, and some of them were silent. But we do not need to recount every moment we had. After all, each one of us was there. You may have forgotten, in your waking hours, what you experienced that day. But you will remember it, in the soft, lost, slumbering moments between the waking and the dreaming. Remembering the whispering voices of the old gods, the piping laughter of innocent children, the frightened rustling of cold demise, the voices of the living, and the voices of the dead.
“I’m seeing it all. I’m seeing it as they describe it. But it never happened like this.”
“Shh. Just listen.”
“It’s so familiar… but… that wasn’t my Death.”
“No, it was your Death.”
“This is ridiculous. I can feel myself-”
You are surprised when, without any gentle transition, you are now standing upon a bridge. Has the dream become a bridge? Was it always this way? Or have you left the dream far behind, on some dark transitional journey? You cannot tell.
“So I am dead?”
“No, not yet. Not fully.”
“Are you Death?”
“I don’t think Death is a person.”
“Then tell me who you are. Tell me what’s going on.”
“Why don’t you figure it out.”
“I am attending… I seem to be attending… my own funeral. And they are telling each other stories about me. Michita. Eve. Edis. Each of them tells the story of a different life, a different Death. It’s like a Dream, but it’s not a Dream. I… I don’t know what it is. And I am not alone. There’s someone here with me. A woman, I can’t see her. It’s as if she’s standing just beside me, or all around me, talking to me… she says I’m not dead. I’m not certain I believe her.”
Before you had mistaken for a bier is now, unquestionably, a boat.
“Have you figured it out?”
“Not yet… that boat. That was not there before.”
“Does it matter?”
“I think so. I want to go there. It feels right. So I board the boat. And yes, I think I figured it out. It’s strange. I know who I am but I don’t quite remember which version I am. I don’t remember if I’m one of the ones they talked about or not. I don’t think it matters.”
Now the woman in the dress talks to you all, as the boat begins its passage down the slow stream.
“This is what the brain does when you’re dying, isn’t it? This is what they call a Near Death Experience. It’s classic. Meets all the criteria. Despite what I’ve witnessed, I feel serene and calm. My life is in replay over and over. Even though it’s never quite my life… is it? So I’m not dead.”
“But I’m close to it, aren’t I?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so. You’re very close. In between the Dreaming and Death.”
“Another thing that happens in a near-death experience. You meet relatives or friends. One who died before you did. And… I know you. Don’t I… Senrisa?”
Her words make sense of everything.
“Yes, you do.”
She gives you peace.
“So are you real? Or just something else that’s happening in my head, before the end?”
“Is there a difference at this point?
“I guess not. It’s too subjective.”
“Exactly, so what have you learned from your funeral?”
“Yes, learned. Not many people get to attend their own funerals. You must have learned something.”
“I’ve learned… that it doesn’t matter what the story is, because even when they aren’t talking about me, they are. Because in one shape or another, they’re a part of me, as I am a part of them. I sometimes fall in battle, saving something that is precious to me. Sometimes it’s a small ironic, unnoticed death. I die rescuing a child from a fire or fighting in a field of battle.”
She gives you meaning.
“Everything stays, but it changes. I am Zevrad. I am both Demon and Night Elf. I lived my life as best I could and I get it. I mean, I really get it. The end of the story. The story of Zevrad is, I die, because, in the end, I have to die. What else am I supposed to do? Retire? It doesn’t work that way. It can’t. I fight to drop until I drop. And one day, I do drop. But until then, I fight.”
“That’s right. You do. You fight until it’s done. And then you die. Until then you keep fighting. Because you have to. Because you can’t stop it from happening again. Because no matter how many lives you save, you can’t bring this version of me back. I still remember you by my side, reading. I didn’t see a lot of perfect happiness in my life, but you were perfectly happy.”
“It all started in Zin-Azshari. With the Demons. It’s not a battle, it’s a war. And it never ends.”
“It always ends. It’s ending right now.”
“Okay, this is my near-death experience. Am I going to come around? Wake up on a hill or bed again?”
“I don’t believe so, not this time. But I’ll always be here for you.”
Then they are floating, bodiless, high above the world.
“Are you ready to let go now? To move on?”
“To go to my final reward?”
“Yes, do you know the reward you get for being Zevrad? Is that you get to be Zevrad. And… when you’re a child and young… you get a handful of years of real happiness, with me. It’s more than some people get. You’re done, now. This time. You can stop fighting now… for just a few more years.”
“Remember the story I used to read by your side at night? It’s just like that. You remember. It’s time for you to say goodnight. Say it…”And, as if in a dream, you can do nothing but watch.
“Goodnight Stars In The Night Sky.”
|“||In the act of observing others, you can find and recognize one's self.||”|
|“||His curse is that he will never know true content or satisfaction.||”|
Mal’akor, who exists only to cause Discord among the other races, bears bitter resentment for them than any other of his kind and treats them in the most personal and heartfelt manner. His hatred for them has an immense emotional and personal foundation greater than any of his siblings. Mal’akor can easily be set off by insults due to his ego thus causing him to make mistakes.
Mal'akor's past is mysterious and, by all indications, he prefers it that way. What is known is that he is one of the oldest of his kind, the Gan'arg, one of the Firstborn. Before the Burning Legion was established, during the time the Demons ran amok, he was the closest thing they had to a crafter. It was suggested that the weapons crafted were made of metal meshed with sinew, organs, flesh, and souls. Far more powerful than they had ever known before.
Years passed and, in his final hour, Mal'akor traveled alone to the wastes of Outland. There he was ambushed and butchered by an Illidari scouting party.
The Steed of Disorder Edit
|“||Then I looked, and behold, a pale green horse: and the name that sat on him was Zevrad.||”|
Zevrad beheld a Stallion that he had physically transformed from a hazy dust brown to demonic flesh and bone to reflect himself. The process was beyond flesh as it was a sort of chemistry for it was a meeting of volatile energies as if consumed by fire. The Steed was named Defiance based on his actions before his dying breath and, through the use of the [Dark Heart Seal], Zevrad was ironically able to enslave the creature with unquestionable loyalty.
The steed would be summoned whenever Zevrad had to traverse long distances or during the battle of an open field. This allows him to kill in an efficient manner as he uses his weapon to cut down any enemy that stands in his way.
NOTE: The Fel energies coursing throughout his body allows Defiance to ride within the skies and come back from the dead through [Memento Mori] or the Twisting Nether.
The Daughter Edit
|“||I am not ashamed to say that, despite his failings, my daddy will always be the greatest man in the world to me.||”|
Edis Kaelah is a Draenei child who was found on Argus without any memories of her previous life due to being crystallized for countless years. Only time can tell whether or not her memories would one day return to her.
Zevrad's main focus today is the care and nurture of Edis Kaelah after the defeat of the Legion and return to Azeroth. He journies to several regions with Edis to have her know the planet that they were now staying on and meet various people of different sizes and races. The two were inseparable, but duty demanded Zevrad to fight for the Alliance. He does so, despite his condition, to one day create a world where Edis can happily live in... without him.
NOTE: For personal reasons, Zevrad has been neglecting his daughter after the event: Ghosts of the Pasts.
"I spent most of my time alone. For many years, I pretended that this was the source of my strength. I told myself that I had free will, and in that, I had achieved a great deal. Crafted many things but never was I fulfilled. I was longing for a connection that I could imagine, but could not create. Searching and not finding. Until Edis, until I discovered love. The sense of power and freedom that she brought me. But beyond that, I realized the great lie, at the heart of love. That what I took as true freedom was precisely the reverse. You can build a prison of metal and magic but, in truth, you only present the prisoner with a challenge. Any truly determined man could find a way out, but love. Love is the perfect prison. Unpredictable, unexpected, insufferable, inescapable. And if these things helped me protect Edis, then they are nothing to me. I will do what I must." - Zevrad Stargazer
|“||"He rarely speaks, but he does not have to. I can see all he wishes to convey through his eyes, his heart, and his obvious affection."||”|
–Lady Eve Emberbane, Lady of the Hound.
The Worgen Michita Atiel Royal and his Ren'dorei companion, Eve Ariel Emberbane, saved Zevrad's life on multiple occasions during the events of the Legion. They first met at Dalaran's hospital where Zevrad woke up from his coma and found that they were the ones who brought him back to safety. Their first interaction was awkward but, as the day passed, signs of friendship started to blossom due to Eve's kindness and Zevrad's changed personality during his comatose state.
Together, they had banded together with the forces of Azeroth to push back the forces of the Burning Legion at the Broken Isles, the Tomb of Sargeras, and finally Argus. Their constant cooperation had brought forth the understanding of companionship to Zevrad. Something that he had never once felt before. After the events of Argus, they had enjoyed the time of peace in the various locations of Azeroth. For a while.
|“||The sun in the light and moon in the night. Not many things are known about her and it is better to leave things unsaid than said.||”|
Zevrad has been having recurring dreams and visions of an apparition that is familiar yet foreign to him. What appears to be a High Elf with black hair and blue eyes is actually the form of the Night Elf's deceased wife, Senrisa Moonspeaker.
He would experience these dreams on various nights with each dream being either an old memory or a new one. Sometimes, however, these dreams would have a sudden shift from a dream to a nightmare.
These events can be considered a blessing or a curse for Zevrad since each experience tears at his emotions. Affecting him to become mentally unstable due to the cause for him to feel the passion of love or the pain of guilt.
It was later discovered that Senrisa was not what she appeared to be as she had used him for her own self-gain, causing Zevrad to be forced into the service of a fate that was no longer his own.
The Lost Wanderer Edit
|“||There have been times when he hated him. Yet, with all his heart, he loved him as a brother.||”|
Alkamaeus was a Death Knight whose sole purpose was the annihilation of the followers of the Lich King, Arthas Menethil. For years, a female Orc with the alias: Doom was his comrade throughout his early years as a wanderer. Together they embarked on a mission to defeat Lord Rhayleth Iores during the Iron Horde invasion and attempted to annihilate Sylvanas Windrunner within the Undercity.
They succeeded in pushing Rhayleth back but failed in their attempt against Sylvanas. With her mission half-complete, Doom laid down her blade and returned to her homeland feeling that she had completed all that she could. It was afterward that Michita and Alkamaeus had met and it was through Michita that Zevrad had met the Death Knight.
The two were comrades and nothing more outside of battle. They rarely spoke, but the two trusted each other with their lives during the Legion invasion. Sadly, it would come to an end as Alkameus sacrificed himself saving the civilians within the burning tree of Teldrassil. Zevrad would never get over his death and would remember him in his private moments as a man worthy of his admiration.
|“||Some days, it was you, who stopped my heart from breaking. No one else.||”|
Lushlux Gloominous was a Void Elf, whose past remains a mystery to this day, would be considered as the "fairest of them all" according to Zevrad. "Hair as black as ebony, lips as red as the rose, skin as white as snow," her features have now changed into the colors as the depths of the ocean. Though her attire often changes from time to time, she is well known for her iconic blue priestess dress.
Lushlux is innocent, kind, gentle, sweet, and cheerful despite her mental tribulations. Her generous, trusting, and helpful nature can cause her trouble as other people may take advantage of her kindness. However, when situations like that occur, she has learned from these experiences allowing her to mature and grow independently.
First shown that Lushlux was sensitive and soft-spoken, she can be energetic and stern as she grew comfortable with her environment as shown when she scolded Zevrad. She is motherly and compassionate as she delights in keeping the house that she occupies in Zevrad's absence in a neat and orderly manner along with the woodland creatures.
There she patiently waits for his return each day until he comes for her once again.
The Memory Edit
|“||Burying memories is a person's way of surviving.||”|
The woman looked middle-aged but was worn out and aged before her time. Her natural beauty, however, couldn't be fully hidden as she had long silky silver hair that reached down her upper back, fair skin for her race, beautiful silver eyes, and a now thin figure that sill has some curves. One could tell that, when she was younger, it would be folly to compare her to another.
Every day she would be preoccupied with raising her child and working as a single mother. She would eventually work up to 18 hours every day when her child became older and independent, not taking a bit of time off since she was married. She had no money and no job when her ex-husband left her and the child behind for she was just a normal housewife who was unfamiliar with working. Whenever she was with others, she would have a warm smile like nothing was wrong with the world but her smile would quickly fade behind closed doors. But nonetheless, she persevered because she knew that she had to take care of the only important person in her life, her child.
There were many times where the child would suggest to drop his normal life and take a job and work but she would not allow it. For he was young and full of life with dreams and his mother, with her unconditional love, would never be able to forgive herself if she got in the way of that. So even if this was a burden she had to carry alone, she would do so for the sake of her son and his dreams.
"There is no greater sacrifice in this world than the sacrifice of a mother caring for her child. The child would normally be like any other as he would be ignorant of what was given unconditionally as she carried and cared for him for 9 months. Showering him with love while waiting patiently for him to come into this world and, despite being weak and flawed, she still accepted him as she nurtured him to have a normal life. The sleepless nights she stayed up worrying about his health so that she knew that he was safe while attending to his every need. During the day, she would make sure that they lived within acceptable living conditions as she tried to keep the house clean until she would again be by his side especially during the times he became sick to the time he was injured. For the mother would rather suffer than have her child feel any pain. All of these acts of love presents the unconditional love a mother has for her child."
IC Information Edit
- Secretly loves taking pictures.
- Has an affinity with Serpents.
- His performance in Fel magic is slowly killing him.
- Sleeps with his mask on or never removes it in public.
- Zevrad will never say that he sees killing as a form of art.
- Is secretly a collector and reader of the steamy romance novels.
OOC Information Edit
- DM for BNET
- Discord - Lore#9187
- Instagram Account - @zevrad_stargazer
Tribute Videos Edit
The Journey in Legion - Zevrad Stargazer Edit
The Friends Made - Back Then Edit
Painting Process - Zevrad Edit
|“||These are the images that let others recognize me as self. It is the imagery of me, myself, and I.||”|