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Post by Raga on Feb 14, 2006 8:04:07 GMT -5
This seemed like a good spot to sticky a thread for character bios, if anyone feels inclined to do them. Feel free to use the format here, or do it your own way!
The usual form found at the top of forums looks like this:
Name: Race: Class: Professions: Current Home: Brief Physical Description: Brief Personality Description: Goals and motivators: Passionate about the war? A typical quote from your character: History:
A couple of things I add to mine, in case anyone's interested. I find them helpful when I'm first starting to play a character, to give me ideas on how they'd behave, what emotes would help show their personality, how they'd speak, etc.
Trait: (If you had to pick one word to sum up your character, what would it be? For example, shy.)
Tags: (What tangible things demonstrate the character's trait? Physical appearance, mannerisms, speech habits, etc. For example--hair falls into her eyes, speaks quietly, looks at hands while talking to people, blushes easily, stutters sometimes while speaking.)
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Post by Raga on Feb 16, 2006 16:02:19 GMT -5
Here are short takes on Raga and on the alts I predict being involved in the guild at some point:
Name: Raga Blackmane Race: Tauren Class: Shaman Professions: Skinning and herbalism Brief Physical Description: Black fur and mane and piercing green eyes. In her mid-twenties.
History: Raga is young still, but has already lost a husband and brothers in the most recent war against the Burning Legion. After her children were slaughtered by a roaming band of humans and elves, she spent a period of time in mourning and then took up arms and sought the spirit path of the shaman, although it was more from lack of choice than from any personal determination.
Brief Personality Description: Raga started out operating from a deep core of anger and grief. Originally, her sense of humor was of the dry and dark variety, but an introduction to cheap wine and a fellow shaman named Nikiya helped her learn to smile and laugh again. For the most part she is calm, but she's not immune to fits of temper. She still drinks, although not quite as heavily, and she often hides more serious thoughts and feelings behind a jovial front. If you're her friend, she will risk life and limb for you; if you're her enemy, she'll risk life and limb to destroy you. She currently resides mostly at The Crossroads, since Thunder Bluff and Mulgore provide too many reminders of the past--and maybe just a little because Bullhoof also calls Crossroads home.
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Name: Hectala Race: Troll Class: Hunter Professions: Mining and engineering Brief Physical Description: Red hair worn in semi-neat braids, with a gun almost always in her hands and a large lion usually close by. In her mid-twenties.
History: (in her own words) De name be Hectala, but me Mada call me Heck, and dat suit me fine. 'Course, her call all de bruddahs and sistahs de same t'ing: "Aw, Heck!" her be hollering all de time. No for entirely sure all de childrens be me real bruddahs and sistahs, tell de truth, since we all raised up in one big bunch in de village. But de name stick, and as I says, dat suit me fine enough.
De story of me past be boring, just de village on de island and de big bunch of childrens all raised together. Ain't even de tragedy and bloodshed to spice it up, just de Heck leaving and finding somet'ing more exciting and profitable to do den sitting in de dust in de sun all de day long. Now I just de gal wit de gun, traveling wit me fine cats, de Hex and de Mojo, sometime shooting de Alliance and sometime shooting whatever t'ings de people pay me to shoot. Sometime I shoot de breeze wit de Raga, who wise in de way of de bottle and generous in de sharing of de spirits.
Brief Personality Description: Heck started out being just a tomboy troll girl with a fondness for guns and big, dangerous cats. I've since discovered that she is laid back to the extreme. (I suspect she might smoke something that takes the edge off things, but she never comes right out and confesses to it.) She is also very fond of men, it seems, and is often very vocal about how much she enjoys the scenery.
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Names: Mandanda and Fandanda Race: Troll Class: Manda - Priest & Fanda - Mage Professions: None Brief Physical Description: The twin sisters are in their late teens. They have amber eyes and dark blue hair streaked with paler blue. Manda has a pale scar on her upper arm in the shape of a "v" topped with a wavy line, although she usually wears clothing that covers it. Manda tends toward demure, sensible dress, whereas Fanda subscribes to the "flaunt what you've got" fashion code.
History: The twins have spent much of their life in Orgrimmar, in the custody of their "daddy." Daddy was recently murdered, leaving the twins their freedom and a sizeable amount of money. After making sure Fanda had everything she needed, Manda left Orgrimmar and returns only when she absolutely can't avoid it. Fanda keeps a room in Orgrimmar and loves the city.
Brief Personality Description: Manda is the quieter of the two, more responsible and serious, although not entirely glum or humorless. She is both drawn to the shadows and frightened of them. Fanda is more outgoing and confident, but also more naive and less wise to the ways of the world. Beneath her frivolous behavior, though, lurks the determination to someday uncover Daddy's murderer and avenge him.
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Name: Agdara Race: Orc Class: Warlock Professions: Tailoring and leathercrafting Brief Physical Description: Somewhat stocky, as with all orc females. Wears her long, silver-white hair in a single braid. Dresses sensibly, but with a certain amount of care to her appearance, too.
History: I know next to nothing about Aggie's history so far. I'm sure it'll come out sooner or later.
Brief Personality Description: Intelligent, soft-spoken, cool-headed, and practical. What sense of humor she has is very subdued and dry.
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All right, I showed you mine. Now you show me yours!
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Post by Palu on Feb 18, 2006 11:28:42 GMT -5
Name: M’bhali N’tatu Race: Troll Class: Hunter Professions: Mining & Engineering Current Home: Where ever there is adventure Brief Physical Description: Frosty white hair kept in a top knot, pale green skin. Brief Personality Description: M’bhali doesn’t talk much, unless it’s to her companion and pet bat, La’Gosi, but that could be because she spends a lot of her time out in the wilderness with only the bat for company. She tends to be defensive and quick tempered, often times speaking before she thinks. She almost never apologizes if she speaks out of turn.
History:
M’bhali isn’t sure how old she is or who her father was. Her mother was a hunter of the Darkspear tribe who would venture off on her own, traveling further and further as time went by. One particular time she was gone for several months and when she returned she was heavy with child. She wouldn’t tell anyone who the father of the child was and after awhile folks stopped asking. It wasn’t until M’bhali was born that the question resurfaced, for the baby’s coloring was more in keeping with a Frostmane than a Darkspear.
As M’bhali grew she faced much ridicule from the other Troll children in the village. She began seeking out the Shaman and learning tribal lore, becoming engrossed in tales of heroes who had been blessed by the Loa. She also showed an aptitude for hunting, following in her mother’s foot steps. When she reached her 10th season her mother departed, in search of M’bhali’s father, leaving M’bhali behind.
When M’bhali ventured out to tame her first pet she found herself in Tirisfal Glade. She immediately fell in love with the shadowed forests, the breeze whispering in the branches above and the tiny creatures that peered out from the underbrush. It was here that she found her Loa.
Off in the distance was a large bat, unlike the duskbats and vampire bats that soared throughout the forest, this one was white as a ghost, floating like a spirit in the dark. The Troll approached the bat, whispering softly as she did, sending prayers to the Bat Loa. The creature’s fire red eyes locked on hers and it spoke to her, it’s chattering ringing like words in her head. The Loa looked into the girl’s soul and saw a kindred spirit, a creature of secrets and passion. They communed with one another, the Loa determining that this girl was a fitting companion. Now, she is rarely ever seen without the ghostly bat flying just over her left shoulder.
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Post by Ferine on Feb 27, 2006 3:44:51 GMT -5
Name: Ferine (Alistair Drake in previous life) Race: Forsaken Class: Warlock Professions: Alchemy/Herbalism Current Home: Crossroads and/or Twisting Nether Brief Physical Description: Severely decaying husk draped in scavenged arcane apparel. Corpse appears to be that of an elderly human. Remaining hair is tied in a top-knot. Lacking eyes, Ferine's vision is bound to the Nether and he "sees" via life auras in an infravision-like method. Brief Personality Description: Sour, silent, and scheming. Goals and motivators: Completion of the Fantabulous Squeezebox Frobnificator among others. Passionate about the war? Yes A typical quote from your character: "Send more elves."
History:
Ferine's prior life remains an unspoken subject and only a handful of Forsaken in the Apothecarium recall any details of his life prior to the Plague. Rumor has it that he may have been the hermit Alistair Drake who resided in a lone tower deep in the woods of what is now the Western Plaguelands. Drake was said to have fallen prior to the Plague due to demonic rituals gone awry but was revived as a Forsaken nonetheless.
In his early Forsaken days Ferine was an apothecary in the employ of Sylvannas, working with students and masters alike in the bowels of the Undercity to perfect a variety of lethal concoctions and apparatuses for use in the War. Under a non-disclosure agreement with Keever and others he left the Apothecarium over arguments regarding his hybrid torture devices. (Members of the Apothercary Guild are to remain silent over the matter as is Ferine.)
After the falling-out, Ferine left for Deathknell to further his studies in demonology under the tutelage of Maximillion, and later Rupert Boch, and Richard Kerwin among others. His penchant for fire and shadow weaving would prove to be the downfall of many Alliance later on at his hands.
Primarily an untrusting loner, Ferine pursued practically all of his studies in the company of another warlock named Narcinia throughout his entire career. It was his vicious zeal for defending Horde territory from his earliest days that brought him into familiarity with allies such as Nikiya, Raga, Fourfingers, Pheros, Bullhoof, Markelvan, Maus, and Diculeb among others.
Much later Ferine retreated to the Nether in order to harness a greater understanding of its denizens. Armed with new minions he returned to the War with a new vigor but months of slaughter wore on even his undead mind. He soon secluded himself in the confines of the Crossroads, emerging only briefly to punish interlopers foolish enough to disturb him.
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Post by Elowynne on Feb 27, 2006 7:24:39 GMT -5
Name: Elowynne Race: Forsaken Class: Warlock Professions: Tailoring/Mining Current Home: Brill Brief Physical Description: A tiny, thin woman who obviously died young. She has hacked off short, blonde hair and bears of signs of the decay that occured before rising. If asked, she will tell you she is pretty. Brief Personality Description: Sweet, loving and obsessively adoring to those she loves. Can be vicious to those she takes a dislike to... usually reserved for Alliance in her lands. Goals and motivators: To learn. To see and do everything. Passionate about the war? She defends when Alliance enroach. She can be a bit random at times so she has always been known for occasionally playing with her food before eating it. A typical quote from your character: "Have you met my imp, Zigtal?" History:
Elowynne has no idea of her life before rising. Her only inklings are a few vague nightmares that will keep her up at night. She has found that alcohol helps... not that she needs an excuse to drink. She appears to have died in her late teens and was once beautiful but decay has taken it's toll. The vain thing will tell you she is pretty though and believes that with all her heart. She giggles. Alot.
She is a strange blend of child-like and worldly. Eager to please those she likes, there is very little she will not do. She tends to have a short attention span and bounces like a ping pong ball from one thing to another but occasionally, something will trigger an obsessive bent in her. Her current obsession would be Blanik. She is hopelessly devoted to him and thinks he does no wrong.
Her best friend is her imp, Zigtal. He has been with her since her earliest days and she is rarely without him. ((I soloed most of my first 40 levels with Zigtal. I hardly used any other demon.)) She is obviously in total control of her demons and Zigtal is resigned to his role as Demonic Teddy Bear. Elowynne is a bit of pyromanic and loves to set fire to gnomes... or anything else, really.
((Elowynne was my experiment in The Born Forsaken. Being undead is her normal state of being. She has no other life to base anything on. She was tabula rasa and has only learned what others taught her. She has truly been shaped by the people she has met.))
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Post by Regatta on Feb 28, 2006 14:25:05 GMT -5
Name: Regina Regatta De Blanc. Reg to her friends Race: I am Forsaken! Class: Priest Professions: Tailoring/Enchanting (I am 300 in enchanting with Icy, firey,unholy, and crusader. I'm upping my faction to get the other fancy stuff too) Current Home: Borsan's Fire Pit in the Drag. She gets along well with he roomates. Brief Physical Description: Tallish, fairly well preserved. Her hair was cut short by her family after her death for mourning jewlery. She keeps a bright colored ribbon in it to hold it out of her face. Despite what the animation shows the straps on her face are only there for concentration and she rmoves them when she doesn't need to have full concentration. Brief Personality Description: What would happen if you took Pollyanna and Anne Shirley and made them Undead? Goals and motivators: Regatta is just trying to live as normal a life as possible. Passionate about the war: No. She is the rare person who can see both sides. She's mostly just frsutrated. A typical quote from your character: "That wasn't supposed to happen...." History: Regatta is the youngest of 8. And the only girl. She died when she was 19 years old. She rose in the family crypt and was escorted to the nearest settlement of Undead by her 2 oldest brothers, Andrew, a farmer like their father, and Thomas, a Paladin. She was and in a way still is, very close to Thomas and actually took up the priestly arts because of him. She keeps in constant contact with her living family, through letters and the occasional pre-arranged secretive meeting. She has a crippling weakness for sweets.
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Post by Itanya Blade on Jun 28, 2006 13:32:51 GMT -5
Name: Corspilla Race: Frosaken Class:Mage Professions: Tailoring 300 (temp)/Alchemy 300 Current Home: Beneath the Inn in Hammerfall Brief Physical Description: While her face is extraordinarily preserved for a Forsaken, the rest of her body shows a bit of decay and desiccation. Her green hair sticks out in all directions, when she is not wearing a hat and her face is bound by crossing leather straps that cover her eyes. Brief Personality Description: Pill is grumpy. Pill is rude. Pill will spit in your face. She is also VERY loyal to those she considered friends or allies. She also has a high tolerance for children Goals and motivators: Pill’s main motivation is to keep her friends alive. Perhaps once she was dedicated to Sylvanus, but recent events have made her suspicious of the Dark Lady and what she desires Passionate about the war? Not really… except for Pallidins. A typical quote from your character: BAH! (Yes, really.)) History: She had a name once, but she never even thinks of it. She was born the daughter of the Palladin, Jest. While her home was loving, it was also tinged with sadness. Her father was driven by duty to constantly leave his family to be where he was “needed.” Pill and her mother died of the first plague and both rose as scourge. Pill was barely 20 when she died the first time, and Jest was away fighting.
Unfortunately, Pill retains most of her memories as scourge. She knows very well what it is like to be trapped within her own decaying shell. Even though she had no will of her own, only the driving hunger of the Scourge and the unending orders of the Lich King and his followers. Her time as among the Scourge drove a slightly bitter young woman into a very bitter creature. Worse, Pill knows that her father sought out both her and her mother and slew them. She still remembers his face and knows that he saw it as his “duty” to give them peace. Even though she agrees with the sentiment, it still fueled her resentment of him.
No one was more surprised than Pill when she rose as a Forsaken. Perhaps, Jest had been merciful or the Light was torturing her or fate was just unkind. No matter, having the right to make her own decisions, she changed her name to Corspilla. She resolved to let nothing bar her from being herself. No regrets and no thoughts to the past. She would become a new creature. Pill gained new friends among the Forsaken and adopted their manners and attitudes, especially towards other members of the Horde.
All her new resolve crumbled when Jest snuck into Undercity and came face to face with his dead daughter. Something twisted in Pill when she saw his eyes and, in a moment of indecision, she helped her father escape from the clutches of the deathdealers. In quick succession, Pill abandoned the guild she had clung to and sought out another, one with a purpose, one that despite its start among the Forsaken held it’s living members in some esteem. While the purpose of Noxilite has begun to haunt her, Pill still feels loyal to them, and to many that have drifted away from them.
Only one other thing continues to haunt Pill’s unlife… the death and rising of her father Jest. He rose quickly among the undead and yet he still found so little time for her. He was, and always is, a man to go where he is “needed.” And Pill’s bitter resentment has begun a slow turn towards hatred.
Trait: Bitter
Tags: Except when she is concentrating on something that engages her whole mind, Pill’s hands twitch. She also carries around jars to collect flies and meat. She’s trying to grow the perfect maggot.
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Post by Veranilla on Aug 13, 2007 9:50:01 GMT -5
Name: Veranilla, or just V to my friends. My life name was lost to me.
Age: 26 when the plague took me, or thereabouts
Gender: Female
Job/Profession: Gardener and herb gatherer, alchemist. Also, I've done “outside research” for the Royal Apothecary Society...
Physical Description: Undead and loving it, though it would be nice to find a cure for my state simply because I'd love to know where I came from. As I've had what humans casually call “relations” with humans, orcs, and trolls, it's obvious I'm not completely repulsive. Oh, and being undead, you lose your puritan values... Forsaken who were once paladins but now demon summoners can attest to that. I don't discriminate, unless you're a dwarf. As I always say... I don't need to get funky; I'm already there.
Personality Description: Rogue. What else need you know? I don't like people. And if I really don't like you, I'll cheap shot you from behind, stab you in your kidneys, then gouge you to death. Of course, after I've pickpocket that steamy romance novel in your coat.
General Notes: Most Forsaken won't admit it, but there's very little we remember from our former lives. And you may not realize it, but some undead continue to dream. I know I do. Snippets of my past come back to me in dreams. I remember Silverpine Forest, lush and safe before the plague, and a stead of wheat nestled in the mountains, under the barony of Lord Silverlaine. And of course the Greymane Wall... the very second I laid my dead eyes upon it, I was fascinated. Had I once lived in or traveled to Gilneas? Or am I merely jealous of the humans behind the wall, safe because their king sealed the realm before the plague became an epidemic?
Unusual Notes: Tarren Mill. Alliance, you pathetic lot of bullies, what does that name mean to you? Long ago, I honed my skills in Hillsbrad and came up as a rogue in Tarren Mill. I never forget a face, or a name. Especially the vile humans and filthy night elves who terrorized Tarren Mill for sport, night after night, day after day. You killed our poor mushroom farmer, a harmless soul who never hurt anyone in life or undeath. As for all of you night elf women... you filthy, painted wenches... I hold a special place in my calcified heart for you. Watch your uncovered backs.
Secrets: What kind of rogue would I be to reveal my secrets? You want a secret, go to Undercity and stick your head in the canal. You'll come up with something.
History: Like I said, I remember nothing before awakening in the crypt of Deathknell. The little I found in the town hall of Brill stated I was discovered among a pile of bodies in a barn in Silverpine, and then carted to Deathknell. No one knows how long it took me to arise as I lay there with the others.
Current Going-On (if any): A while back I became revered with the Sporregar race in Zangarmarsh. For my services they awarded me a vicious dagger that I'll only retire until I can buy the Scyer's Retainer's Blade. This dirk complements the one in my off hand, the Blade of Unquenched Thirst.
I got my own gig, like most rogues. I don't do dungeons and I don't work with “people.” It's a total waste of time and I'm under special orders from the Deathstalkers to not kill any more Horde I don't like, or who slight me in dungeon "group work." So therefore, I opt out. It's much easier, and much less stressful... and I bet you never thought you'd hear an undead utter those words, huh? I steal from who I like, when I like, kill whoever needs killing, and collect the bounty. Who needs rank dungeons and getting all worked up over something some spoiled little rich aristocrat of the Horde is going to take from you anyway before your raid leader can make a decision? That's for the dogs, and for the alliance.
Passionate about the war: Only when I lurk into Stormwind, search out and destroy humans for hours on end. All this Outland business is a big mess. Why exactly are we fighting Illidan? Wouldn't our resources and time be better spent joining his assault on the Burning Legion?
Goals: Ugh, find a competent and fun group to get through Old Hillsbrad only so I can open up Black Morass and specialize my alchemy in elixirs! Also, I'd love an epic flying mount one day. Get my fishing to the max. Get the trolls and the orcs to love me enough to allow me to buy a raptor and wolf mount.
Fun things to do: One of my most favorite activities is taking some low level Horde to the Night Elf tree island.
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Post by Fawnea on Sept 18, 2007 17:17:37 GMT -5
Name: Fawnea (that's it - no tribe name)
Race: Tauren
Class: Shaman
Professions: Skinning and Leatherworking
Current Home: Where she lays her head
Brief Physical Description: Fawn's black mane is longer than traditionally worn by Taurens, running straight down her head and ending just below her shoulders, her fur white, covered with areas of black. She has deep red eyes and short horns, decorated with carvings of dragons. She wears a small necklace that has a worn, but neatly polished marble emblem of a dragon, and a small diamond ring.
Brief Personality Description: Fawn is fiercely loyal to her friends, and extremely hateful to those she dislikes or distrusts. Die-hard soldier of the Horde.
Goals and motivators: To see the end of all Alliance, and to try to figure out what happened to her when she was young.
A typical quote from your character: Winds be at your back. (cliche, I know. : p )
History: Raised in the harsh lands of Durotar with the Orcs. Joined the Horde forces when she was young, becoming a die-hard soldier. (You'll have to read part 2 of her story to find out more! : p )
Trait: Serious business.
Tags: her long mane gets into her face, so she's often seen brushing it from her eyes, and she's rarely seen outside her armor... she loathes taking it off, even to sleep.
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