Janthix, Surgeon of the Undead

Name: Janthix

Age: Old Enough

Gender: Male

Occupation/Class: Paladin and Surgeon; Some might call him a plague doctor in multiple senses of the term.

Appearance:

Of relatively average height this elf stands at a respectable six foot two inches. Stark white hair contrasts against expresso colored skin. Feathered hair streaks out backwards from strands used to frame the face, and an accent braid graces either side of the elf's neck. Intelligent, though perhaps judgmental eyes, will peer at you from beneath the elf's sweeping brows. A strange pair, one gold and glowing the other a milky teal cut by a scar that traverses down the elf's face from brow to cheek.

A bit light of weight, but not scrawny, a fact hidden often by heavy plate, colored often in black and teals. This one carries himself not with an air of arrogance but one of boredom or perhaps indifference. However, there is a kindness beneath the surface, not always present at first glance.

The elf's voice is a tenor that bounces out of monotony when speaking of things that bring him comfort or joy; or when speaking of his work. It's rarely unkind or quick to anger, though occasional spite might come through when pushed.

A Brief History:

Janthix lost his family in the attack on Silvermoon by Arthas, his husband and young daughter taken from him in the brutality. Leaving the city he spent much of the time afterwards with the Forsaken, fasinated by their animation and the blight they developed. He worked closely with their healers to provide a sort of healing for what was otherwise unhealable. Some of this can translate to surgery for the living, but it is not recommended without another healer present.