Vortaire Gnarus is the current High General for the Alliance. He is known by the Horde as the Butcher, for his ruthless tactics on the battlefield, as well as the Iron General of the Alliance, for his cold outer demeanor.
He has been described by his troops as: very analytical, identifying flaws in a person, rarely seeing the goodness in them, rarely showing much emotion, except outward contempt for Horde, as well as an anger bordering on zealottry whenever he faces them. People believe him to be mad, due to the gloves he wears.
Vortaire was born to Mitchum and Alana Gnarus, in a time of strife in the Southern lands of Azeroth. As the Old Horde death machine marched upon Stormwind, and the great city toppled to the ground. His home was faced with the juggernaut that was the orcs. Lines would have broken if it were not for the arrival of the paladins, as well as the Lion of Azeroth himself.
Vortaire did not participate in this war, his mother taking he and his sister, Elliana, to Dalaran to hide them from the Horde. For the great bastion of mages could never be breached by such beasts. After the orcs were broken by Turalyon and Lothar, he ad his family remained in Dalaran.
As his father fought alongside the men of Lordaeron and the newly rebuilt Stormwind, Dalaran found peace in the lull of the war. Until ebon wings filled the sky, and the cries of dying mages blossomed in the night as the Deathwing's brood aided the orcs in securing a device of immense power, though many paniced, the mages maintained an air of calmness.
Vortaire's father never returned from Southern Azeroth, almost none of the men had. Reporting he and others had gone through to stop the orcs, once and for all, when the portal was destroyed.
Vortaire found himself a student of the arcane in Dalaran, learning to become a mage from Archmage Modera. He was of age by the time of the Third War, and was amongst the mages contributed to the defense of Lordaeron. He sent his mother and sister, though she wanted to fight alongside her brother, down to Stormwind, having taken over the mantle his father left for him. He would soon join them, Arthas' betrayal, and the fall of Dalaran had him fleeing into Hillsbrad, and into Southshore where he took a refugee boat to Stormwind.
Lordaeron had withstood countless inner wars from the Kings, and remained whole. A war with furious green demons, and remained whole. The great kingdom finally fell through patricide. By Arthas Menethil "Kin(g)slayer".
Vortaire lived with his family in Stormwind for a time before journeying off on his own, primarily after his mother's death and his sister joining a group known as the Argent Dawn to become a great paladin.
He would receive news later that his sister had apparenly died when trying to negotiate a peace treaty with the Forest Trolls of the Plaguelands and Quel'thalas. Trying to secure greater aid in the war against the Lich King. Though this only came from the words of a Forest Troll messenger saying "she would neva be seen again."
Vortaire would later join with a band of friends, surprisingly three of them being Horde; an orc, tauren and blood elf. As well as a dwarf. They went on adventures and even faced down a fearsome Nathrezim named Eriticus. A relationship soon evolved between Vortaire and the blood elf, La'lael. The band would soon part ways, though the dwarf, Burin, and the tauren, Lunura, were apparently spending their time in Booty Bay. And the orc, Ogrun, spent his own time in Outlands, apparently in Nagrand.
Vortaire and La'lael would have two children, Ren'dal and Ne'endal, a son and daughter, and Vortaire would take on an apprentice, at the age of thirty-nine, named Van'nal, another blood elf.
Though his life came to an end when a Horde raiding party struck his home in southern Elwynn. Van'nal and La'lael were lost in the fight, he was struck unconcious, and he has presumed his children dead. The raiding party was apparently a rogue group, through he didn't know this. He just knew that the Horde had brought him great pain already.
His adventurers in Northrend would further the rift. Though he watched the battle of Angrathar, the Wrathgate and saw the fall of Horde and Alliance. He assumed it was a failure on the Horde's part to realize these plague bombs were effective against the living as well as the dead. He was not near enough to hear Putress' words of triumph. Only staring in horror and sorrow as Bolvar fell.
Journeying to Varian with the news, was hard for he and those who accompanied him. All rode on mount, heads downcast and eyes filled with sorrow, rimmed red with tears as they gave the report of the Highlord's fall.
Only the proclamation of revenge, stirred the hearts of he and the others. The battle for the Undercity was the first step. The destruction of Putress sated much anger, finding Thrall and Sylvanas topped it. Just as the battle was about to be joined, though, Jaina arrived. Ripping away he, the king, and all the others who wanted a chance to rip Thrall and Sylvanas to pieces.
Now that the battle has escalated, Vortaire has become a High-General in the Alliance. Some refer to him as the Iron General, for his garb and the outward emotionless he treats everyone with when not in battle, and the hositility that takes him over when fighting. Just like a sword, when not being used it is peaceful, harmless. When in the heat of the battle it is a slashing, quick, devilish implement.
Participated in the Thirty Days' War between the Horde and the Alliance, losing Southshore and much of Hillsbrad to the Horde, while partially wiping out major Horde influence in Arathi. Though was unable for a pure Alliance victory due to the destruction of the Thandol Span, preventing the Ironforge Army from entering Arathi and securing it.
Vortaire is going to be the High General in the Fourth War between the Horde and the Alliance, he will be commanding his own special squadron known as the Black Guard an organization formed of primarily mages, warlocks, and priests. With Death Knights and warriors being the minority.
He shall also have a personal bodyguard, the son of his sister whom had passed in the care of the Forest Trolls. Magor Gnarus, a brutish half-ogre who stands at nearly ten feet, and wields a wicked sword, six feet of sharpened steel smelted onto a plain iron pole.