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Morec0
Curho Demoneye
Everything else for him can be found on my wowwiki page (see link), I just want to try and get his biography down here.
Curho had been small for an orc, and being born and raised in the internment camps wasn't a plus either. Every day of his life the guards and larger children would push him around for reason he couldn't understand. When Thrall can to rescue the orcs from the camp, his mother, as well as several others, were killed in an attempt to stop the orcs from escaping. He promised her he'd do whatever he could to serve the Horde that had come so close to freeing them both.
Curho attempted to join the ranks of the grunts, but was quickly turned away from them because of his lack of strength. He also showed no ability to serve as a shaman, and was too clumsy to be a scout. This left him with only a peon as a option to serve. He tried hard, and was able to assist the Horde in several of its battles, but the constant beatings and dehumanizing comments from his overseers began to have a slow toll on his sanity.
After some time, he finally snapped. He killed the Overseer and fled deep into the Barrens, eventually meeting up with a caravan of warlocks. They attempted to kill him, but Curho, in a blind fury, murdered many of them. Those left standing decided that they might be able to use an orc with his apparent disdain for life, and so welcomed him to join them. With no other place to go, he went.
He was taught how to use the powers of the Burning Legion, how to summon demons, and the warlocks took the hate within him and twisted it to be pointed at their enemies. Unfortunately they went too far in one training exercise, pushing him and ordering him around too, and he murdered them all. He spent the next few days mulling over their tomes and what to do with himself. After some time he successfully communed with a demon named Hellmaw, and gave the feind an eye in return for even greater power.
After that, Curho proceeded north to Felwood, where he joined the rest of the Burning Blade clan and other servants of the Burning Legion. Now at his full power and in the prime of his life, he seeks to throw the world into the firey, demonic chaos that he belives only the Legion can bring. Even if that means serving the Horde once again to bring his enemy down from the inside out.
EDIT: Personality:
Curho hates anything that isn't sided with the Legion in some form or another, however he is smart enough to realize that killing them isn't always the answer. He is capable of entering Horde society when he has need to, but prefers to spend his time in the company of other warlocks directly alligned with the Burning Legion and it's many servants. He treats his demon minions with even less respect and more hatred then he does the enemies of the Legion on a daily basis. Despite this, he carries the - as many other warlocks would see it - weakness of still holding onto a code of honor - twisted though it may be.
Abilities: Curho is a powerful warlock with particular skill in the mastery of demons. When he fights he sets out with one goal in mind: cause as much destruction as possible. Of course, he realizes that a blood-thirsty rampage isn't always the answer, and so does his best to stay out of battle when it dosn't suit his intentions. No matter which demon he sends in to the battle to attack his foes, he expects the same result; the death of his enemies, and he can empower his minions to the point where he thinks they can achive that goal.
Post by
Morec0
I have a new character to throw into the fray:
Timothy Vile
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What I have so far for his character:
Timothy Vile is a human member of the Twilight's Hammer Clan. He has served the cult in their efforts to bring about the end of the world for some time, and for his zealous loyalty the Old Gods granted him their blessing, disfiguring his left hand to look like one of their faceless one minions and to give it much greater strength.
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Monday
hunter, no pet yet.
Just to let you know, when it says class it doesn't mean WoW, it means more of a general
Warcraft Universe
thing, like Thane or Shadow Ascendant.
And welcome =)
Post by
Arannia
Character Name: Sariella Sunblossom
Realm: Darkmoon Faire EU
Ingame name: Sariella
Ingame Level: 80
Race: Blood Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 112
Class: Blood Knight/Cleric (Paladin)
Rank in the Blood Knights: Adept
View on Faction: Reluctantly aggressive
Personality: Young, naive, and innocent, though fiercely loyal to things she doesn't even entirely understand.
Family: Mother and father dead, father more recent. Had a good relationship with her mother, father however was... a total ass. He beat her. A lot. She had him killed.
Copy pasta of my RP flag:
The woman before you stands at roughly average height for a Young-Adult Sin'dorei female, though somewhat broader, sporting a fuller abdomen, and much fuller hips and bust, unsuitably "bulky" in contrast to the majority of her slender-kin. Regarded with disdain by many, and perhaps considered exotic by many others. "Humankin", "Half Elf", or "Curvy", "Exotic", are popular insults and compliments.
Her hair is tied tightly, naturally straight, and always presented neat, clean and well kept. It hangs from her head, in whatever way she styles it, in a deep, auburn colour.
The face that this hair frames is particularly young, and even innocent looking, happy and confident. Regardless, it is the face of a girl shoved into uniform. Not a soldier. Not yet.
Her flesh is a darker shade of bronze, sun kissed, her natural pigmentation. It is laced with light, discolored blemishes, here and there, across her body, each a faded, healed scar, an injury, a bruise, a contrast against her femininity. Obvious attempts to hide these have been made, to a semi-successful degree, hidden with make-up or skin-salves to all but the most thorough, eagle-eyed viewer.
Elsewhere, she is suitably toned in muscle, with pendulous fat only where it should be, smooth, taut, toned muscle everywhere else.
She is a soldier in body, or a woman in body. She can not be both, truly. Time will rob her of one of these, regardless of her ability to hide the truth.
She carries herself with confidence, with duty, and with adeptness. To the average citizen, she is no less physically intimidating than most of her rank. Her frequent slips of the tongue, her frequent loss of focus, and her reliably often lapses of concentration betray this. All an act, a sheathe for the real woman beneath her façade, more confident than she once was, perhaps, though still innocent to much, and insecure about many things.
On her person, when in her grand Adept's apparel, she bears two sets of weaponry, the Blood-Tempered Ranseur, weapon of the Blood Knights, and over this, a small light guard. On her hip, a blade gifted to her by a tutor, the Archmage's Guile.
Under her polearm, again, if dressed in her Adept's apparel, is a grand, long, white High-Priestesses cloak. It looks expensive, and if she has other items like this, it's possible she has an income above and beyond that of the average Adept.
Her record: (HUGE PICTURE IN SIZE AND DOWNLOAD)
http://yfrog.com/afsarirecordnewp
The concept behind my character is essentially to create a character that seems perfect, and flawless on the outside, but to go indepth about these perfections, and why they are not appropriate in her society. They are "imperfections". The most obvious is her, well, womanly charms. Most elves are slender and small-busted for a reason, in game - Because this is what elves view as beautiful, or bordering on physical perfection. Women like Sariella are generally not considered the standard "attractive" type. Exotic, perhaps.
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Post by
Tenjen
Character Name: Celest {orginally Cel'estra}
Race: Night elf
Gender: Female
Age: Born sometime around the war of the ancients. No records kept and she's air-headed.
Class: Sentinel Spy
View on Faction: She has the utmost loyalty to Tyrande's and trust in her and Malfurion's vision for their race. To improve relations and expand contact with the world. To actively participate in making the world better and healing its many wounds. More than anything, this is due to her wandering spirit and restless and curious attitude towards life.
Family?:She was the first female child born late into a family of druids . She has renounced her family name due to pressure in her early life to be a priestess and plain rejection to be a druid like her sleeping father and brothers due to her gender. Her lack of willingness in being a priestess caused further tensions, till she decided to join the sentinels in her teens once the long vigil began. Till recently, the Sentinels were the only people she mingled with and the only family she's known.
Personality: Her curious nature and wandering spirit caused trouble between her and her more traditionally secular sisters. She despised the long vigil and found herself increasingly restless and air-headed.
Description - She was never a good priestess and her fantasies to become a druid like her elder brothers and father were dashed by Night elven customs. Cel'estra, now just celest, only recognised her sentinal sisters as her family during hte long vigil. What others saw as her weakness, proved to make her a skilled Sentinel Spy in spirit and after her training was over, in flesh as well.
She openly welcomed the new world that the night elves have been thrust into after the devastating battle of mount hyjal. More than anything happy to escape the seclusion of the Long Vigil. Initially stationed to defend ashenvale from orcish logging after alliances had begun to collapse, she was chosen to be sent out to allied kingdoms, joining SI:7 due to her talents.
Years after, she has found herself greatly jaded. From spying on dark irons, demons and black drakes she found herself stationed in the plague lands after a world wide attack. Initially happy to provide her talents where they were most direly needed and striking up friendships with the men and women who were stationed alongside her, it was here that she witnessed true horror. Each battle drove her over the edge as for all the scourge she slew, familiar faces had begun to take their place. She witnessed the flow of wasted lives as each new regiment of recent recruits would replace the faces on the scourge they fought.
She finally began to snap after being assigned to the impossibly worse western regions to deal with naxxramas. Under the advice and help of a sole night elf druid at Lights Hope Chapel, she managed to tag along the Cenarion expedition into outlands. Finding some peace in efforts which truly yielded fruit. Striking friendships with odd mushroom people and surprisingly intelligent ogre's and participating in the end of the naga and gron presence.
Having returned to azeroth, she has surprised herself by joining the druid from Light Hope in the argent crusades push into northrend. Despite the familiar losses, she saw progress, she heard of an ancient Old God being slain and Naxxramas itself, that horrible shadow of her past, falling.
Now part of the many regiments pushing further and further into the Citadel of the Lich King himself. His death an eventuality in her mind, she finds herself missing home and cannot wait to return to the wide lush forests of Ashenvale.
. Threw in the fact Celest is attempting LK fights now and a little unexpected cataclysm horror for her when she comes back to her homelands]
Post by
killerdinoblood
Character Name:Shadelight Firestorm (no one calls him Firestorm after he is turned into a undead)
Race:Forsaken (Previously a Human Ofc)
Gender:Male
Age:Unknown
Class:Priest
View On Factions:Thinks that Horde and Alliance are fools and deserve to perish.
Family:When he was about 10 years old his parrents gave him to a Monastery for him to learn the Holy Light.Since then Shadelight hasnt heard from his family.
Personality:Very kind and peacefull as a human.Dark and hungry for revenge as a undead.
Description:As a human Shadelight Firestorm was a priest of the holy light in Stratholme.He didnt go to war because he loved peace and mainly wanted to spend all his days with his beloved wife Avareal Firestorm.One day he went outside to walk around Stratholme when he goed abit away from the city...but he countinued because the sun was shinning and it was a beutiful day...or so he tough.As Shadelight countinued to walk he saw the Scourge and its undead army comeing to invade Stratholme.He froze in fear,when the scourge came closer a Necromancer mocked Shadelight telling him that he will be fed to the Ghouls...Shadelight tryed to defend his city by Holy Smiting the NEcromancer but it was futile....The necromancer casted and launched a devestateing Shadow Bolt that made Shadelight fall to the ground..but still alive.The necromancer infected him with the The Plauge telling him that this disease will slowly and painfully kill him and then...turning him into a part of The Scourge.The Necromancer and the Scourge countinued there march at Stratholme while Shadelight was left struggeling and coughing.In his torture he just stayed there begging the holy light to help him while the pain was eating him from the inside...but that was not the worst of things.As he was there he heared a female scream....quickly he recognized that voice..it was his wife Avareal Firestorm screaming from pain and horror.Shadelight also heared that same Necromancer laughing.He felt that Avareal was gone.For hours Shadelight struggled with the disease listening to the horrified screams of the other citizens of Stratholme...the pain was enormeous.....he also felt another pain...the pain of lose...the lose of his wife.Eventually he passed away because of the Plauge inside him and turned to a undead.But when Illidan fought Arthas,Shadelight aswell as some other undeads freed themselvs from the Lich King s will.The now undead Shadelight escaped Stratholme and joined the other Freed Undeads creating the faction...the Forsaken.As a Forsaken Shadelight was still a priest but as all Undead priests Shadelight found out that the Holy Light didnt comfort him anymore and he became...a Shadow Priest.As he found his calling he became so strong that he remembered about his passed life...about Avareal..about the pain he felt.Since then he left the Horde and the Forsaken vowing that he will make ALL who live in Azeroth feel the pain he felt because he belived that its not only The Scourge s fault about his pain...as he remembered about his passed life he got insane and belived ALL must be punished..that ALL must perish.He came to be known as...Shadelight The Sorrowful.
Post by
Bloodspeaker
Character Name: Albrecht Reinhardt aka Hel's Carrion
Race:Undead (previously Human)
Age: 36 at the time of his death
Gender: Male
Class: Warrior
Views on Faction: When lucid enough to communicate Albrecht thinks that all should serve the Old Gods.
Family: Deceased
Personality: Viscious, crazy, brutal and fanatical, Albrechts general attitude to anything that doesn't serve the Old Gods is psychotic violence.
Views on the Bad Guys: Albrecht considers the Lich King as a tool of the Old Gods and believes that he was supposed to be the Lich King before Arthas came along. As such he hates him with a burning passion and is likely to kill anyone who mentions Arthas's name out of hand. Illidan he regards as some elvish poof and he thinks Kel'thas should go and work in a brothel for bored warlocks.
Description: After seeing his father butched by brigands at a young age, Albrecht ran off to join the Lorderon military. He excelled with all kinds of weapons, but never rose to a high rank because he was known to be an exceptionally brutal officer.
About thirteen years after his fathers murder he begun hearing voices in his head. They whispered to him of the power to bring his father back from the dead, if only he would serve them. He tried to resist them for years, steadily becoming more insane the whole time. Eventually it became too much. He ran off, screaming at the voices, into the night.
It wasn't long after that that he found himself in a chamber of Twilight Cultists. They all turned to him, chanting in a language he didn't know but could understand perfectly, begging him to join them. Begging him to bow to their masters, the Old Gods. He's allegiance to the Old Gods made him more powerful than a normal man and he steadily became more addicted to that power.
Then Arthas showed up. He managed to become the Lich King. He attacked Lorderon and slew most of it's citizens. He was leading an army of living dead men. Albrecht, now calling himself Hel's Carrion, went berzerk, seeing it as his masters betrayal of him, believing that this was how his masters intended to allow him to ressurect his fater. He destroyed hundreds of the undead before being overcome himself.
Six days later he woke up, the voices of the Old Gods ringing in his head louder than ever. Only now they were laughing at him. Strangely though, it seems the Old God's voices had the (perhaps intended) side effect of rendering Albrecht immune to the Lich Kings mind control.
Now crazed beyond all mortal understanding, Albrecht staggered off. Desperate to kill Arthas and regain his place in the Old Gods favor.
Post by
aisenjack
Personality: Although being drunken almost always, he is very understanding and very controllin of his alcohol rage. Very belligerent but easy to get along with.
I'm sure death knight cannot get drunk remember, they're dead. The rest you'll figure out yourself.
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Alliari
Eh, not on a roleplaying realm, but nonetheless have a backstory in my mind, I'll throw in the pot.
Name:
Alliari
Race:
Draenei
Age:
Several thousand, she was born about 1500 years before arriving on Draenor
Class:
Vindicator (Draenei Paladin)
View on Faction:
She respects most members of the Alliance, with the exception of humans, for their arrogance, and tolerance of Warlocks. She is mis-trustworthy of the Gnomes for their relation with warlocks, but respects them for their ingenuity.
She is mis-trustworthy of most Horde races, most notably Blood Elves and the Forsaken, to a point of hating them, but respects others such as the Tauren. The Tauren she hold in high regard for their prowess in battle but mostly their peaceful, calm nature. The Orcs she severely mis-trusts, for obvious reasons.
View on badguys:
She abhors the majority of the ringleaders of the badguys. She downright hates anything with the taint of the legion, and steams with fury over the legion themselves.
Personality:
Quiet, tends to listen to others more than lead the discussion, though she naturally leads many. She can be quite fun to be around with, if you can break her shell of seriousness. She has a natural curisoity, regarding the mechanized machines of the gnomes with wonder.
Family:
Her Father still lives, thoguh her mother died in the crash landing of Oshu'Gun. She would like children, but current circumstances have put a halt to that dream.
General Background:
Growing up on a strange world several thousands of years before they arrived on Draenor, Alliari has had many run ins with the Legion. At an age of 17, she escaped her birth planet with the rest of the race after a vicious Legion assault. It was after this she sought to learn the light to defend herself. Under the guidance of her Father, a respected Vindicator, she learned the ways of the light, and became a paladin. During her training, Velen himself intervened several times to tutor her about the light. She became a well versed in the holy light, and proved herself during the Draenei's escape from many other planets. When the race arrived on Draenor, and her mothers death, she took it upon herself to verse herself in the cultures of the Orcs there. She served as a missionary to several Orc tribes, teaching them about the light, and exchanging cultures. It shocked her when the Orcs turned on the Draenei. She defended Shattrath, planning to stay till the death, but Velen intervened and caused her to come with him, along with several other survivors. She was later integral to the taking of The Exodar, and after the crash land on Azuremyst isles, was one of the first to come out on the new world and take in the the damage.
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Patty
@Alliari - I would remove the stuff about Velen, because really, it's unnecessary and flashes up
warning signs
immediately.
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Eian was a necromancer (still alive) in Stratholme, suffered mortal wounds but was able to escape from the raid of the Argent Dawn attacking the city. The group was forced to exit the city because undead mobs started attacking with little control from their superiors, and the Dawn was unable to locate Eian's body. His corpse literally festered until Kel'Thuzad demanded a hunt for his corpse (the two being comrades), and it was found in the woodlands outside of the city, decaying in the faded sunlight. The corpse was resurrected as a lich, leading a Scourge detachment in Naxxramas once the ziggurat moved to Northrend. The final family fight proved Merander the victor again, but this time Eian had no where to go, so Merander's Vindicator ally (who I want to leave unnamed for simplicity) exorcised the body, finally killing and obliterating Eian's physical form.
Edit: And, to be sure, that's where I stopped RPing with Eian Rivers.
A lich cannot be destroyed unless its phylactery is destroyed.
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