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Description
Ezeru tends to look rather severe when he isn't socially engaged, as if subtly warning the casual observer. A little under six feet tall and pale as a corpse, his narrow frame betrays some vague masculinity; but like many of his kin, discerning his gender sometimes requires another glance. Thin lips parted slightly to reveal teeth a bit too sharp for an elf, but went well with the pair of curved demonic horns sprouting from his head and sharp claws annointing every digit. Shimmering void tendrils grow amongst his short burgundy hair, his face softened by youthful androgyny and decorated with obsidian jewelry in an oddly satisfying contrast to luminescent blue-green eyes that alternately smolder with rancor, hunger, and madness. The bastard child of void and fel, ready to burn what he cannot turn.
History
Assigned female at birth, Ezeru was raised by the whim of a corrupt elven house with perpetually absent parents. As a quiet brooding adolescent in northern Lordaeron, they took an interest in dark magic and pressured their guardians into facilitating their introduction with a known occultist. Eventually most of the family would become aware of Ezeru's anxiety over coming of age as well as their aversion to presenting as a girl; but weren't paying enough attention when they specifically set out to absorb the essence of a male demon in a dangerous ritual from one of their instructor's dusty tomes. Their ultimate intention was to become a demoniac boy and run away, adopting a new identity far from blood relatives who cared little about his fate.
The experiment worked, to some degree - within days, Ezeru's body shifted gears and briefly leaned into male puberty instead. However, his transition plateaued into androgyny and the fel magic caused some unforeseen mutations, the end result not quite a 'normal' elf. He still considered it a win, based on his newfound confidence and power from the infusion of fel magic - but had to live roughly for years before reconnecting with his fellow blood elves. When that time came, warlocks were also no longer completely shunned by elven society, so he dedicated himself to a local coven that would help him develop his destructive powers. He would sell his soul several times over, but had finally become respected and valued - even if was by those who lurked in the shadows.
When this same coven started dabbling in void magic, they were exiled from Silvermoon, and later transformed into void elves. Ezeru had willingly followed Umbric and embraced this change, knowing the toll it could take on his mind and flesh, as the idea of transcending his elven form was too enticing of a goal to give up - even if he had to join the Alliance to retain any semblance of support. It was a challenge to force the fel and void to work together, but he would become a formidable enemy of all who would challenge the Ren'dorei or their allies. Yet there still loomed the insatiable hunger, spawned within the crossing of curses, perpetually threatening to break his will...
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