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. But 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 demons was established, during the time the demons ran amok. He was the closest thing they had to a crafter and 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.

In his later years, Mal'akor traveled alone at the wastelands of the conquered and ruined homeworld of the Orcs. Salvaging what remained of relics and resources. But ironically, it was there that he was ambushed and butchered by an demon hunter scouting party.

Having his corpse and possessions used for the organization's goals.

And yet, here he is. Giving away what he held most precious to those who value it no more than fire values the ashes it leaves behind. With each incarnation, he shaves away pieces of his identity with every task assigned by Fate. Maintaining the balance between the cosmic scales for untold years as he continued to serve unbeknownst to him.

Despite the benefits of the position, Zevrad was displeased under the yoke of servitude when he was made aware. So it was that he would show traitorous behaviors with his dark lust of power, envy and defiant nature. His chaotic defiance grew and consumed him entirely after he discovered the perverted system that replaced the natural order.

Zevrad then desired to break the shackles of his role, a course that would bring upon countless calamities. He cursed his identity and began a rebellion that historians would name as the Discordian Heresy.

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.

“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 being 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 has been having recurring dreams and visions of an apparition that is familiar yet foreign to him. What appears to be an elf with black hair and blue eyes is actually the form of the Lorepheus' 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 this 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.

Born in a humble fishing village along the Darkshore coast, Lulusa discovered an innate connection to the natural world at an early age.

Her parents, sensing the latent potential within their daughter, sent Lulusa away to study under the druidic arts at Moonglade, where she rapidly progressed through her studies thanks to her inquisitive nature and irrepressible spirit. However, the young night elf sensed a greater destiny that awaited her outside the Kaldorei borders, and she yearned to expand her horizons as well as help heal Azeroth from the wounds of war.

The opportunity to do so would arrive unexpectedly when she crossed paths with Talmat, a Draenei ambassador who served as an intermediary between his own people and the mystical floating city of Dalaran. Like many before him who had crossed Lulusa's path, he quickly sensed the night elf's courageous character and recruited her to his cause. Their stated mission: to assist the Alliance by uniting the many disparate and disadvantaged peoples of the world under its banner.

It was during the demonic invasion, when the World Tree of the Broken Isles became corrupted, that Lulusa encountered Zevrad. There they formed a party with the goal to cleanse the tree and fend off the invaders to restore balance to nature. This arduous event formed a bond of companionship where the two would rely on the each other come future events.

For one would fulfill where the other lacks.

The woman appeared weak and malnourished but her natural beauty could not be fully hidden from the naked eye. As she had long silky and silvery hair that reached down her upper back, fair skin rarely seen and beautiful silvery eyes. When witnessing her figure, one could not help but wander what happened to her?

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 nine months. Showering him with love while waiting patiently for him to come into this world and, despite being born 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 were countless. 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 or the time he was injured. For the mother's love knew no bounds.

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 before giving birth. She had no money and no job when her deceased husband tragically died, leaving her and the child behind.

A normal housewife, unexperienced with working a normal trade. 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. Nonetheless, she persevered because she knew that she had to take care of the only important person in her life.

Lushlux Gloominous was an Elven outcast whose past remains a mystery to this day. 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.

Lushlux is sensitive and soft-spoken but 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 maintaing the house owned by Zevrad in a neat and orderly manner along with the woodland creatures.

There she enjoys her hermit life away from conflicts and war.