Senryr Bloodwallow

Arcanist, Elf... Sealkeeper.
Senryr Bloodwallow is, or rather, was one of the many Blood Elven arcanists residing within Silvermoon.

Just like the thousand of other elven brethren he too aimed for the stars, yet was shackled down by the law and word of his own society.

"You musn't seek power. You musn't seek glory." They told him, frankly none of such reached his pointy ears. Of course his stuborn nature got him in trouble for this, multiple times. But then the fated letter of an organisation called 'Maelstrom' had found its way in his hands. He needed no explanation, he knew it'd be his place to grow, grow freely.

He quickly joined the Cartel, for many reasons really. Yet the driving power, like for many of the Cartel's goons, was money. He required it to further his studies, his searches for power. He was a man full of motivation and ambition, quickly rising up in the ranks, finding himself with pockets full of gold and a marking on his arm. Life was good for the Elf.

But not unlike others he found his way into trouble with the Faceless, an encounter that scarred his life forever, and paved the way for a deep sated hatred. The following happened:

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He changed for ever, to say the least. He became a hermit, stuck in research, fueled by his vengeance for the Faceless monstrosities. And that's everything he's been doing, up untill he too shared the burden of the Sealkeepers, opting for the Soulless one. For he too felt empty.

"Relations, bindings, magic. We'll overcome them all."

"Emptiness, a nice thing to embody. Ironic."