(( Here's a more detailed character sheet you can all use. ))

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Name: janssen
Race: undead
Gender: male
Age: 27
Class: priest
Occupation: frontlines horde preservation
Languages: gutterspeak

Alignment: chaotic good

Physical description: boney

Personality: innately peaceable wishing to establish regularity in the lives of those closest to him by providing guidance, council, and healing. through personal tragedy and naivety he has headed down a road that is fostering a new hidden persona that surfaces in the face of adversity and feelings of helplessness. his brothers in arms receive the benefits of his holy skills; his enemies receive the shadowy wrath born of sadness and frustration. a doctor and a death dealer, reborn in form, as a phoenix.

Skills: holy/shadow

Combat Tactics: subtlety

Phobias and Weaknesses: paladins

Pet Peeves: mistaking poor team work as healing failure

Special Possessions: n/a

Origin: silverpine

Name: Empress Alexya Langley of Convocation
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Class: Rogue
Occupation: Shadow Assassin
Languages: Common/Thelassian

Alignment: Combat/Subltey

Physical description: Fairly tall for a woman, standing at 5'7" tall with shoulder length bright blonde hair tied back out of my face. I have dark blue eyes and with 3 piercings in both ears.

Personality: I'm quite dark and distant from others outside of our guild though I remain very civil. The memories of my real family, the torture they endured by the plague....haunts my soul. I miss my brother the most. The scourge and those that assist it will pay.

Skills: I disenchant items found on my travels and since I am in a dangerous profession, I will need to study First Aid as well...just in case.

Combat Tactics: Stealth and Combat - Dual Wield Sword

Phobias and Weaknesses: My weakness is my memory. I can often be found jotting things down in my book. I have a difficult time with my short term memory. I don't fear much of anything really, as a rogue I have been taught to be quite versatile. I am however vulnerable to men. Well, one in particular.

Pet Peeves: Waiting in line at the Stormwind City bank and those that can't speak proper common.

Special Possessions: Lavishly Jeweled Ring

Origin: Lakeshire

Name:Phil
Race:Troll
Gender:Male
Age:Fairly Young
Class:Fire Master
Occupation:Expert of Potions
Languages:Troll/Orcish

Alignment:

Physical description: Phil is slighty taller than most trolls with short tusks, His blue hair follows his skin

Personality:Timid, Friendly

Skills:Imbues himself with the power of fire

Combat Tactics: Flaming his enemy

Phobias and Weaknesses: Heights, Female Orcs

Pet Peeves: Bad Breath

Special Possessions:A Captain's Hat

Origin: Islands of the Stranglethorn Vale

Name: Tollk Kydd
Race: Undead
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Class: Warlock
Occupation: Enchanted cloth wear
Languages: Gutterspeak / orc / Demonic

Alignment: Evil

Physical description: Mostly bald with a small pony tail of hair pulled back. Minimal rotting of the flesh, barely any on his face.

Personality: To put it simple, power hungry. He wants to be as powerful as possible and relishes in destroying and overpowering anything in any way. He will acknowledge more powerful beings, though often with a side note of temporary their superiority to him will be. He likes to manipulate others that he finds useful into aiding him when needed. He is protective of his servants and aids, though shows them the least amount of curtesy as needed.

Skills: Manipulating others, understanding power and magic,

Combat Tactics: Using his demons to their best capabilities, cursing them and then getting into the fray with a sword or stave, whatever he has on him at the time.

Phobias and Weaknesses: His human family that still lives haunts him, he worries of them searching for him.

Pet Peeves: Anything he believes to be weak, or frail, or un-intelegent. He finds humans to be overly weak and will often remark on it.

Special Possessions: None so far

Origin: Tollk was a human not long ago. His family hailed from Dalaran originally, though left after they sought knowledge of darker magics. All of his family began practicing dark magic and conversing with demons. At around the age of 23 Tollk began to you study harder and harder into the dark magic, until he learned things even his esteemed father knew nothing of. Shortly after witch He began a three year study of the plague that caused the undead to rise. After learning of some undead that would rise with their knowledge and memories of their life before, Tollk feverishly began hunting information about it. At the age of 28 he devised a way to infect himself with the plague. Now arisen he is learning how to remaster his dark power in his new undead body. He believes that this new undead body will allow him to become far more powerful than he ever could have as a human.

Name: Axsillian Taliter
Race: Undead
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown for sure, believed to be in his early thirties while alive.
Class: Warrior
Occupation: Former blacksmith turned soldier of the Forsaken
Languages: Gutterspeak/Orc/Troll/Tauren

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Physical description: While alive, Axsillian was a somewhat handsome man. Undeath, however, has not been kind to his once ruggedly handsome looks. His long dark hair has faded to almost a gray, and hangs loosely from his badly rotted skull in thick clumps. His once athletic body is nothing more than small patches of flesh hanging from his exposed bones.

Personality: Every bit the soldier, Axsillian is obedient and loyal to the forsaken. He hides a secret rage, however, against all living beings...even his own allies from Kalimdor. He also aspires to lead his own army against the Alliance one day, an army of the Forsaken in a glorious assault on the Human city of Stormwind.

Skills: Being a blacksmith in his former life, he still maintains his love for the fires of the forges. He has become increasingly fascinated, however, by the art of Enchantment.

Combat Tactics: The first to charge in, he cares not for his own well being...only wishing to see the destruction of his enemies. He also does everything in his power to throw himself between his allies and the enemy, more so with his undead bretheren than his allies whose hearts still beat within their chests.

Phobias and Weaknesses: He fears the woman who stole his heart while he was alive...and who would probably run through it with a blade if she saw him in his current state.

Pet Peeves: Cowardice

Special Possessions: His mini-diablo that has been his minion since his reawakening. It would appear that someone believes Axsillian is destined for something, and the mini-diablo is here to make sure he stays on the path.

Origin: Axsillian was murdered by Arthas during the destruction of Stratholme. A loyal subject of the kingdom, Axsillian spent his days before his death supplying the armies with weapons and armor. Once an impressive blacksmith, his skill with the hammer and forge was talked about throughout the lands of the Eastern Kingdom. His long time love, Adineth, was spared in the massacre of Stratholme and is rumored to still live near Stormwind. Cursed to the undeath, Axsillian has grown bitter and almost heartless...he himself would say "What good is a heart, if mine has stopped beating?". He spends his days secretly longing for one chance...just one more chance...to lie with Adineth, just one more time under the star lit sky.

Name: Atsumi Packrunner
Race: Orc
Gender: Female
Age: 36
Class: Huntress
Occupation: Enchantress
Languages: Orcish, Taurahe, Common

Alignment: Neutral-good

Physical description: ((Who needs words when you have a picture? :D))

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/ZhanaelDaiche/Warcraft%20stuffs/AtsumiandNighttail.jpg

Personality: Atsumi can be laid-back and easygoing, with a ready smile or wry smirk. But she has something of a quick temper, and like most orcs, she is violent when said temper rises. She is unafraid to show her emotions, finding it more honorable to be true to herself, and her feelings.

Skills: She can cook a little, fish a little, mediocre at first aid, and can sprinkle dust on things to make them stronger.

Combat Tactics: Shoot things. Let the wolves distract the target while she shoots it.

Phobias and Weaknesses: Atsumi hates bugs. Any bug that can bite, sting, or cause any other physical harm is to be squashed as soon as possible, even if it doesn't mean any harm. If it's a fellow hunter's pet, then just keep it away from her.

Pet Peeves: Idiots, demons

Special Possessions: They aren't possessions, but as a huntress, Atsumi does have her pack.

Singetail - Her first companion; a rusty-red worg with a burn-scar on his tail (thus his name). Large enough for her to ride.

Nighttail - Her second companion; a black worg from Shadowfang Keep. He is loyal, and is practically the voice of sanity in the pack.

Ghostwinter - Formerly a transluscent snow leopard, Ghostwinter's finally taken a corporeal form, now resembling the frostsaber huntresses of Winterspring. Atsu's spiritual guardian.

Origin: Atsumi was born on Draenor, in Terrokar Forest, and moved with her Clan into Azeroth when the Portal was opened.

In other words, she's got a long, long history, and the post limit won't let it happen. :P

Name: Azshalaure Nightbreeze
Race: NightElf
Gender: Female
Age: 10,000 before WoW
Class: Hunter
Occupation: traveller
Languages: Darnassian and Common

Alignment: Lawfully Good

Physical description:
Because a picture is worth a thousand words: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v711/ladywhiterose2/Azshalaure.jpg


Personality: Azshalaure is firm in her beliefs, determined, and adherence. She is very loyal. When she makes an oath, such as her vow of silence, she keeps it no matter what the cost is to herself. Azshalaure has a touch of wanderlust. She never likes to stay in the same place too long, and is happier when she is out on the open road, living whereever she happens to stop, rather than settled down in a home of her own. When her father died, she developed an unselfish interest in the welfare of others. Beyond caring for other people, she hold's other's welfare above herself. She lives by a code of honor, is courteous, generous, and honest. Because she is a young nightelf, she is innocent, modest, and pure. Some can say she is a bit naive when it comes to the intentions of other races.

Skills: Because her aunt threw her out of the house, she was responsible for hunting, cooking, and building her own house. She knows the basics of shooting a bow. Because her mother was a highborne, Azshalaure still suffers from an addiction to the arcane. She sates this by imbuing armor and weapons.

Combat Tactics: She prefers to stand back and shot things while her druid pal, Heren, and Nightshadow take the animal or person's attention.

Phobias and Weaknesses: She refuses to see the evil in people. This can get her used, and has Heren watching out for the intent of others. She has the phobia of water. She refuses to cross it, and will often need to be reassured to get on a boat.

Pet Peeves: She hates it when people hurt the enviroment.

Special Possessions:
NightShadow-She is rarely without a cat that slinks at her feet. The cat is ebony with grey strips. Protruding from its lips are two great fangs. The cat always growls at people, except her druid companion.

Origin:
Azshalaure was born 10,000 years ago in Nighthaven. She was born before the druids went to sleep. Her mother, Tythiel, and father, Hendil, wanted her. But Tythiel, one of the Queen’s highborne, was injured from a felhound in a battle during the first invasion of the Burning Legion, but Hendil and his friend, Heren, battled the beast with the forces of nature, before it could consume all of her arcane magic and left her a shell. But unfortunately, the stress of the siphon of her magic sent Tythiel into premature labor. Most of Tythiel’s strength was consumed by the felhound and delivering her child. Hendil and Heren helped out with the birth, and Hendil gave the crying nightelf baby to Tythiel. With her last breath, Tythiel kissed her newborn’s head and passed away. The passing of his wife grieved Hendil but he was not to cope with it yet.

9,000 years before WoW-All of the druids were to sleep for centuries in the Emerald Dream so their spirits could roam Ysera's dreamways.

Before going to sleep, his father gave Azshalaure to Tythiel’s sister, a sentinel named Shayla Nightbreeze. Shayla never wanted Azshalaure. In fact, she never wanted any children at all. But having to care for Azshalaure was worse. Shayla was embarrassed at her Tythiel’s addiction to the arcane and her help in destroying the night elf empire. She only took in Azshalaure because she was in love with Hendil. Often, her occupation would leave Azshalaure alone to patrol the borders of the new Night Elf realm. Shayla taught Azshalaure how the basics of hunting with a bow and tracking creatures and brief introduction on skinning, cooking, tailoring, and fishing. Azshaulaure was expected to gather her own food, water, and make her own clothes. She was in charge of cleaning their small house. Azshaulaure, like Tythiel, had an appetite for magic. To please her aunt, she fought her addiction with a vengeance.

Azshaulaure own addiction with magic got the better of her 7300 years ago. She would imbue armor and weapons when her aunt was not around. Shayla had her exiled.

Her father begged her to help with the second invasion. But she refused. He died, and asked Heren to watch out for her. She took a vow of silence and became mute. Now she follows Heren wherever he might go.

Name: Salfa Wartooth
Race: Orc
Gender: Female
Age: Late twenties/early thirties
Class: Shaman
Occupation: Spiritual leader and head of the (very small) diplomatic branch of the Sythegore Arm
Languages: Orcish, conversational Taurahe (rather bad conversational Taurahe at that)

Alignment: Lawful Good

Physical description: Tall for an Orc and accordingly thin. Salfa's skin is less of a green and more of a muted teal, her eyes a pale blue, her tangled mess of hair that falls to her shoulders a deep purple. Braided and threaded into her hair are beads of all shapes and sizes. She wears a gold nosering and her ears are also heavily pierced. Tethered to her belt and hanging at her hip are four idols representing each of the elemental spirits from which Salfa draws her powers. At her other hip are figurines carved from kodo horn, one of a wolf and the other a stylized kodo.

Picture:
http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/aerosolspraycan/salfa.jpg

Personality: Something like a body of water; mostly calm with the occasional wave of ambition and ripple of eccentricity.

Salfa is a benevolent spirit, a notorious dreamer and not above ridiculous supersticion and hair-brained schemes bound to fail.

Skills: Leatherworking and cooking.

Combat Tactics: Specializes in elemental and restorative skills/

Phobias and Weaknesses: Malevolent fire spirits, cramped enclosed spaces, worms.

Pet Peeves: Uncomfortable shoes and people who are adamant about their ignorance.

Special Possessions: Her idols (elemental totems), her carved wolf and kodo and anything Doomthos has given her.

Origin: Salfa grew up surrounded by the ways of the Old Horde in a clan that put little emphasis on Shamanism. She had always been "attuned" to the spirits, able to hear, see and feel them at times, though she was not certain of what they were or decided in her path of Shamanism until she was struck by a bolt of lightning in her teens. In the moments before she lost consciousness, she claims she felt a very deep connection with the spirits represented by that lightning. This led to her final decision to study and practice Shamanism and her mixed feelings about lightning and fire spirits. After she recovered, she sought out a mentor, eventually finding one in an old Tauren shaman. She spent a lot of time around the Tauren, for whom she bears a certain reverance, and even after she had gone to an Orc to complete her training as a Shaman, she considered the Tauren her true mentor. Perhaps the great deal of time she spent in Tauren society was what caused her interest in her Orcish ancestry. She is particularly curious about the Orc's demonic blood taint. Salfa also bears an interest in the obscure and complex fifth element, the Wilds.

Name: Sukutae
Race: Troll - Darkspear tribe
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Class: Priest
Occupation: Wandering priest(ess)
Languages: Troll & Orcish

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Physical description: Average height (for a female troll) and slender build, with copper hair that she wears in a semi mohawk-like style.

Personality: Friendly and easy going - always has a warm smile on her face. Tends to be somewhat formal when first meeting folk, but loosens up quickly. That said she does have a cold temper which has been known to lead to some unfortunate events (does have a long fuse however)...

Skills: Knows her way around herbs, and can brew a fair assortment of potions. Also reasonably skilled with bandages...

Combat Tactics: Hit them when their far away and slow them enough so they die quickly IF they make it close.

Phobias and Weaknesses: Cannot eat meat (gets sick), tends to get lost easily in caves and other underground areas... Will avoid killing snakes as she feels they are sacred to Ula-tek (self defence is acceptable, but even then she feels she must 'leave something' for the Loa spirit or she will lose favour).

Pet Peeves: Disorganization & lack of focus

Special Possessions: A snake

Origin: Born on the Broken Isles, she lived through the murlocs and proudmoore, though she lost her father to the first, and her mother never emotionally recovered from the second. She spent her teen years in Sen'jin but has recently departed from the village in order to further her understanding of the Loa spirits, and her priestly calling.

Name: Meiren Nokam'mai
Race: Troll (Darkspear)
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Class: Priestess
Occupation: Mainly keeping morons alive....
Languages: Troll, Orcommon

Alignment: Neutral Good for the most. Some tendencies toward the strict nature of Law

Physical Description: 6' 11" approximately 175 pounds (very thin) Posesses Blondish hair and golden eyes. Her skin is a pale blue. She carries herself with a self esteem that has nothing to do with Horde society and it's own views of self esteem.

Personality: Think of a Catholic Mother Superior in the form of a Troll female who's focus is the light and you have Meiren.

Skills: Cooking, fishing, ....the usual.

Combat Tactics: While soloing...try not to die. In a group...keep everyone else alive and functional at cost of own life.

Phobias and weaknesses: Phobia is heights. Has nearly killed every wyvern she has flown on by accident. Puts them in a stranglehold in worry of falling. Weaknesses. Not many, but chocolate might be a distraction...

Pet Peeves: People bothering her when she is fishing. Fishing is life and therefore must be unencumbered by petty nonsense.

Special Possessions: None as yet

Origin: Stranglethorn Vale before the exodus to Kalimdor

Name: Phantasm
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Class: Warlock
Occupation: Alchemist
Languages: Common

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Physical description: Set in a demeaning manner, there is an unseen aura that surrounds Phantasm that exhumes hatred. It can be seen in his eyes, the pain thats been caused. Phantasm has a well built physical complexion, none to be impressed of. His hair is shortly cut, with a goatee.

Personality: Blatantly blunt with a twist of facetiousness. Kind to those who deserve it, but completely opposite of those he finds don't deem worthy of kindness.

Skills: Complete Destruction with a hint of Affliction.

Combat Tactics: DoT DoT Dot... then a bit of a shadow burn with a conflagrate. Gets em everytime.

Phobias and Weaknesses: Weakness ; kind people who do good to other who have done nothing to deserve. Phobia ; being alone forever.

Pet Peeves: Lack of teamwork, as well of a lack of general knowledge.

Special Possessions: Mezzkresh's bracers, the voidwalker who saved me from Dalaran.

Origin: Dalaran, raised in Stormwind Orphanage after Dalaran fell to Archimonde.

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Name: Windy Morraine
Race: Night Elf
Gender: Female
Age: Her age would be the human equivalent of around 30.
Class: Huntress
Occupation: Leatherworker, Fisher
Languages: Fluent in Common, but prefers the elegance of her native Darnassian tongue.

Alignment: Vertical

Physical description: Long white hair, luminous skin, graceful demeanor.

Personality: A soulfull intellectual. Loyal, generous, but can seem somewhat full of herself in certain situations.

Skills: Too numerous to mention here.

Combat Tactics: Depends on the situation. Has grown to be an intuitive puller.

Weaknesses: Her Keeper: An elder bounty hunter who has controlled her for years. As a result of the situation, she has developed the Azerothian equivalent to "Stockholm Syndrome," which has caused her to fall in love with, and identify with her captor. On some level, she realizes she will have no future until she escapes him. However, her love for him is fierce, and she truly believes that her survival depends on him. She slips away from Darnassas occassionally to meet new people.

Pet Peeves: Too much running in cities.

Special Possessions: An elegant polearm weapon given to her by her Keeper. He won't allow her to have any weapon with a blade.

Origin: Erased from memory by her Keeper.

REFERENCE POINT!

"Alignment" seems to be a section people are filling out wrong, sooo:

Alignment is a categorisation of the moral and ethical perspective of the player characters, non-player characters, monsters, and societies in the game.

To view the different kinds of alignments your character can be and get a description about each, go to
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alignment_%28Dungeons_%26_Dragons%29

((Ooooh... can I play?))

Name: Sianni Silverspark
Race: gnome
Gender: female
Age: 21
Class: rogue
Occupation: Journeyman Trader, Silverspark Family Fund, Ltd.
Languages: gnomish (fluent), common (adequate), goblin (mainly profanity)

Alignment: neutral

Physical description: Sianni's of average height for a gnome, slightly on the plump side. Her black hair is worn in a no-nonsense straight cut, and her blue eyes are wide-set. She has a seemingly permanent slight smile on her face. She dresses as well as she can, but not as well as she'd like.

Personality: That smile is only slightly misleading. Sianni's basically a good-natured person, and genuinely interested in people. She's also a professional merchant, who takes her new responsibilities as Stormwind Representative of the Fund seriously.

Skills: "Economics, marketing, bookkeeping... Oh. Not those skills. Then include a little gift for jiggering small loc- er, mechanical devices. A talent for Not Being Seen. Oh, and Mama said to tell you I stitch a mean shirt."

Combat Tactics: Sneak. Hide. Surprise attack! Run away.

Phobias and Weaknesses: Sianni is very conscious of her small size, and is nervous in crowds of humans and/or elves.

Pet Peeves: Beggars. People who can't speak proper common, at least. Techno-babblers.

Special Possessions: Her great-grandmother's clan ring.

Origin: The Silverspark clan are odd for gnomes - they're far more interested in the trading floor than the laboratory. (There are nasty rumors of a goblin or four in the family tree.) Unfortunately, they weren't odd enough to keep the bulk of their fortune somewhere other than Gnomeregan, and the family has been living in "reduced circumstances" since that unfortunate incident. Sianni has just been promoted to lead the Stormwind office - actually, she is the Stormwind office.

((OOC: Sianni is actually the bank alt of a Sentinels player - but as you can see, she does get some play time. She'll be happy to chat with anyone, and can usually be found in the Stormwind trade district, or a quiet tavern.))

((Finally got off my lazy butt and completed the new format, or I didn't fall asleep writing it for once.))

Name: Ravine Lunaletha
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: Early-Mid 20s
Class: "My craft mainly delves into the unknown; things and beings we don't understand." (Warlock)
Occupation: Divinator via Tarot Readings
Languages: Fluent in Common and Demonic (although she tries to keep the latter a secret...)

Alignment: Neutral Good

Physical description:
She's a young woman aged in perhaps her mid-twenties. She's fairly short for a human (5'1"), with pale skin and a skinny frame, making her look fragile and weak looking. Her auburn hair reaches just past her shoulders, matching her eyes of the same color. Her thin lips are usually painted with a smile, although sometimes it may look to be a regretful one.

She's always seen wearing robes, as her dress code is quite modest. Her preferences seem to lean towards more darker colored clothing. She always has a dagger in hand, its sheath hanging from her right hip just in case she may find herself in trouble...

Personality: Generally distant at first, she can be friendly provided you've met her aquaintance on a good note. She's generally a nice person and usually pretty patient. She strives to stay good, and be as uncorrupted as she can from the power she wields, trying to avoid the general power-hungry warlock stereotype.

Skills: A skilled herbalist, and an alchemist-in-training. She's also pretty good at applying first aid and making bandages from all sorts of materials; mainly due to the fact that she's always in need of it. ((No comment...))

Combat Tactics: She prefers to stand back, throwing curses and other spells at the enemies while her minions take the blunt of the attacks. However, she's always finding herself in need to adjust, often using fear to give some distance from her enemies, because her spells have earned the ire of her enemies moreso than her demonic pets smacking them, or if her minions themselves refuse to be used as a shield.

Phobias and Weaknesses: For a long time, she had an immense fear of succubi because to her, they represented what she could become, should she fall victim to her own powers. She is slowly getting over it though, but she'd still not summon one unless the situation calls for it. She's also afraid of being alone and abandoned, and thus will keep many secrets of herself from people around her. (One such being, that she won't even let people know that she is a warlock.)

Pet Peeves: Cowards, and not being able to complete a given task.

Special Possessions: Deck of the Major Arcana Tarot

Origin: Duskwood. Eventually, she would be forced to leave her home in the cursed woods in her teens, and currently resides in Stormwind.

Name: Gerd Aldlander
Race: Forsaken
Gender: female
Age: Dead.
Class: Rogue
Occupation: Eredan's Faithful Hound
Languages: Gutterspeech, Orcish

Alignment: Lawful neutral.

Physical description: Gerd's few remaining scraps of flesh are waxy and shrivelled. The wraps covering her brow and eye sockets are probably a kindness, as her face is wormeaten and pocked. Her exposed bones are incised with swirling Scourge designs and rubbed with a red ocher. She walks with a soldier's swaggering gait, though her arms and armor are light.

Personality: Cautious. Gerd trusts no one but her companion Eredan, though she is capable of friendliness.

Skills: Stabbiness.

Combat Tactics: Stabbiness.

Phobias and Weaknesses: "Huh. As if I'd tell you, meat."

Pet Peeves: Overly chatty persons.

Special Possessions: None, but surreptitiously searching for the perfect hat.

Origin: Gerd was 'conscripted' during the early part of the Third War, when the Plague of Undeath was little more than a rumor among the northern towns of Lordaeron. Had it not been for the intervention of the mage known as Eredan, she would likely still be among the mindless infantry in the Plaguelands. It's rumored that her father, Gervas Aldlander, was a collaborator with the Cult of the Damned.