Name: Dreadguard Krisaga Euphemia Stadtfeld. "Krisaga the Merciless"
Race: "Undead"
Gender: Female
Age: 16 years lived, recently revived.
Class: Mage
Occupation: Drifter
Languages: Gutterspeak, Orcish, Thalasian, Elemental, and Common.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Physical description: Since she has recently been revived, Krisaga's skin is a smooth, porcelain white which has barely rotted away. She slouches like any other of her kind, but she stands about a foot or two shorter than the average undead's height. Her hair is black, fried, and grows to the small of her back. Her cold, marble face is smoothly sculpted with a feminine touch, but tight chains cover her eyes and embed themselves in her skull. Krisaga, risen from the dead, kept her beauty in rebirth.
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Personality: Krisaga is generaly competitive and cocky. You may never see a time when she's without her battle armor, or without that devilish smirk she's made a habbit of showing. Krisaga never smiles, though the friends she has make her the happiest she's ever been. She awoke in rebirth with a vengence. If a challenge is proposed, she accepts headstrong in hope of gaining strength and knowledge in order to seek revenge on the mage who cursed and took her elven life.

Skills: Mastery in the magic school Frost and domestication of water elementals has shot Krisaga's confidence and persistance to the tip of the peak.

Combat Tactics: She prefers to fight alongside a comrade, whether it be her elemental minions or a kind stranger. Most of her tactics rely on her ice magic, though not all. "They'll be dead before they reach me."

Phobias and Weaknesses: Krisaga fears her time on Azeroth is short, and she won't get the chance to avenge her death. Her weakness is an opponent with mastery in the magic school Frost.

Pet Peeves: Idiocrity.

Special Possessions: If ever her gloves are off, you may spot a small diamond ring rested upon her engagement finger.

Background: Though present day Krisaga is unliving, recently she was a sin'dorei.
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Viletta Sundweller, a student under direct training of the great magus Aran, was a kind and generous sin'dorei. She had two sisters: Arylin and Aerin. She was training to become a great mage just as Aran was, along with a few other students as well. Though one day, cheerful Viletta was provoked by a bullying student, and she polymorphed him into a turtle. The spell had been recently introduced to her, she hadn't perfected it, and the student had permanently been morphed. As punishment for spellcast against allies, Aran changed Viletta's appearance to that of a human's.
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Viletta could not return home, for the appearance of the opposite faction caused hostile responses from her family, friends, and all other places and people she loved dearly. As a human, she travelled to the Plaguelands. She channeled her hate and regret through her magic as she tore through packs of scourge attacks. Later that season, Viletta attacked a camp that was too much for her to handle, and she died in shame.
Her body remained hidden by a warlock. And while Viletta's spirit rested, the world she once knew altered and shattered. Rebirth; "Krisaga" he had called her with his dying breath. The warlock used his engergy to revive her soul, but thought not of the consequences on his own.
With only the memory of the curse laid upon her and the magic she had be taught, Krisaga now seeks revenge on Aran, even if it's only his shade.


Edit: Accidently put a description twice. Bahaha.
Didn't want to spend a whole lot of time on it. . . just wanted to throw it out that I actually RP on this server as well as PvP :DD
Edit #2: Changed some things from lore correction. :P

That's a really interesting story, Krisaga. I just thought I should put out a few things in terms of lore continuity. First, if I interpreted the story right, your character lived about 200 years ago, right? Aran, father of Medivh, would likely not have been alive that far back. Humans do not tend to live very long, with only a few exceptions such as the Guardian Aegewyn. Second, the region known as the Plaguelands was not the Scourge-infested land it is today as it was when your character was alive. The land was ravaged about five years ago, during the time of the Third War. Two hundred years ago, it would have been a part of Lordaeron.

Lastly, Aran died about twenty-some years prior to the the First War - much, much earlier than the time when the Plaguelands was corrupted.

Just thought I'd make you aware of those little details. ;)

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That's a really interesting story, Krisaga. I just thought I should put out a few things in terms of lore continuity. First, if I interpreted the story right, your character lived about 200 years ago, right? Aran, father of Medivh, would likely not have been alive that far back. Humans do not tend to live very long, with only a few exceptions such as the Guardian Aegewyn. Second, the region known as the Plaguelands was not the Scourge-infested land it is today as it was when your character was alive. The land was ravaged about five years ago, during the time of the Third War. Two hundred years ago, it would have been a part of Lordaeron.

Just thought I'd make you aware of those little details. ;)

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I was hoping someone could correct me on that. Hehe
I'm not too great with the lore stuff.

Quite possibly. On WoW, I've usually heard 'seasons' used in the context of level. It's also possible that when people say a season, they don't mean one like Winter, Autumn, etc. but could mean a farming season, which to my understanding is a year.

EDIT: Post #281 edited with an extra lore detail. Also updated Neo's backstory, including her combat tactics.

Name: Enlind Passagemaker
Race: Blood Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 102 (roughly 32 in human years, but appears as a youthful blonde
Class: Warlock
Occupation: Social Matron and Accomplished Fel Astromancer.
Languages:(rating of each on a 1-10 scale with 10 being flawless, 5 being conversant, and 1 being 'knows a few words' Orcish 9, Thallassian 10, Gutterspeak 10, Common 4, Demonic 10, Troll 4, Goblin 6,
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Physical Description: A completely flawless specimen, she seems almost unnaturally beautiful, even for a Blood Elf. Enlind has golden locks of hair falling onto her shoulders. Her eyes are emerald green like all other blood elves. Her muscle tone is rather robust considering her position. She seems to get quite a lot of exercise. Her face always has a pleasant, albeit eerie smile, which serves to mask any potential notice. Her garb is impeccable. No a single blemish on any of her clothing. The whole setup makes one think "Too well kept", as there's not even a scar on her body.
Personality: Externally, Enlind is a master of manners and all things social. She's genial, and very much reminds one of the ideal 'Joneses' social matriarch. Internally, Enlind is a vindictive, haughty blood elf bent on causing pain, misery, and feeding upon it.
Skills:
Enlind is a master of all things mental, quickly analyzing social situations and complex problems then coming up with solutions. Her backgrounds include Voodoo magic, Holy magic studies, shadow magic, afflictive magic, internal and external demonology, goetia, destructive magic, torture, blackmail, and social engineering. She is also adept at understanding energy patterns as well as arcane bestiary. (such as Ethereals or Naaru) Recently, she's been working on increasing her already robust stamina and combat ethos to comparable levels, but she is still occasionally surprised by new styles, even though she's seen quite a lot in her years.
Combat Tactics: Enlind is a master social tactician, usually employing veiled insults, veiled threats, extortion, and blackmail to achieve her ends. She resorts to spellcasts and physical prowess when she doesn't know enough about an enemy to be able to decimate them socially or mentally.
Phobias and Weaknesses: Enlind can let no slight go unpunished, and is obsessive with anyone who violates her social rules. Additionally, Enlind has magically sealed her own conscience away as to prevent her from caring about her own horrific acts. If this conscience were to be restored, she would be severely weakened. She is a sociopath, and only pretends to care when someone is harmed.
Pet Peeves: Refusing Hospitality, lack of social graces, and general rudeness will cause Enlind to hate you, and probably conspire against you, all the while a smile on her face, and treating you with unforgiving geniality.
Special Possessions: Enlind is an accomplished Gladiator, and as such, maintains trophies of her accolades, and a great deal of wealth. She owns a rather large house in Eversong and maintains high social standing amongst the locals of Silvermoon City.
Origin: Enlind is an otherwise normal Blood Elf born to average means who crawled her way up the social ladder with blackmail, extortion, and vandalism. She was a very promising student until she broke with the Sanctum quite early in her studies, expressing a far different view of demons and demonology, inventing the study of internal demonology as well as several well-received treatises on related topics. She was annointed as a Fel Astromancer, a rare title given only to rather exceptional warlocks. The most recent of which was High Astromancer Solarian, who died in the assault on Tempest Keep. Enlind is only a recent addition to the Astromancy ranks, so she is far weaker than more elder practitioners such as Solarian, who have been at it for several years.

Name: Jenvieve Starcaster

Race: Blood Elf

Gender: Female

Age: 55 years old (appears to be 17 to 18)

Class: Mage

Occupation: Ice Mage for the Warsong Outriders, stationed permanently in Warsong Gulch. At the moment she is on leave in Silvermoon City for several months following a nine month campaign.

Languages: Thallassian, Orcish, Druidic (from working with tauren)

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Physical Description: Rather petite, Jenvieve takes great pride in her appearance. Light reddish curls frame her face and tumble carelessly down her back. Green glowing eyes are set in an seemingly innocent face, hiding the maliciousness inside. Her face is perfect, and her body is small and toned from running and training everyday.

Personality: Jenvieve adores to play The Game of courtly flirtations and admirations. This is mainly an excuse to manipulate people around her, and she delights in finding new prey to work her wiles on.

Skills: Manipulation and flattery are her primary tools, but she is also skilled in her chosen talent. Using her skills as a Ice Mage, she will not often oppose people but when she does, she plies her trade on them with much skill.

Phobias and Weaknesses: Jenvieve is not fond of becoming dirty, at all. She is known to keep several changes of clothing in her packs at all times, and changes clothing often so she may always appear at her best and most perfect. She often taps her fingernails against her lips and teeth, an unconscious gesture, but she obsessively keeps a file with her at all times. Her only weakness is..........((*evil grin*))

Pet Peeves: Rude people who talk to her without introductions and force their way into her conversations. Being a pawn in anyone else's game. Attempting to conspire against Jenvieve will bring swift retribution by both her and her Matriarch, Enlind Passagemaker.

Special Possessions: Jenvieve wears two rings at all times, a simple silver band with a worn inscription on her right, and a perfect gleaming diamond solitaire on her left. Both are presents from her beloved Zinthalia, a young troll magister.


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Name: Vengeful Gladiator Audreyhorne
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Class: Thief
Occupation: Ironforge Guard by day
Languages: Common, some Darnassian in High School

Alignment: Highest Bidder

Physical description: 5'4, Pale White, Narrow waist and wide hips

Personality: Condescending, yet mysteriously pleasant

Skills: Well versed in the art of pillar abuse

Combat Tactics: Pillars, Pots, and Procs

Phobias and Weaknesses: Gnomes, Flares

Pet Peeves: Abolish Poison, apathy

Special Possessions: Bonescythe Ring, Bloodsail Admiral's Hat

Origin: Born in a manger in Northshire

Name: Grol Spinebreaker
Race: Orc
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Class:
Occupation: Robber/Bottemfeeder/Thug
Languages: Orcish

Alignment: Chaotic neutral

Physical description: Grol has green skin 6'2 and is offten seen wearing black armor. He has his face offten covered and has a scar over his eye. He has a rather large build and has black hair he likes to slick back when going out. Grol has a flaming sword with the words "Revenge" and "Never Forget" on his sword that many could see if not for the fact it was cloaked in flames.

Personality: Grol is always switching his opinion on things his mental capacity also changes. Grol is rather cryptic the only person who he speaks freely of is Ziggy. But most think Ziggy is the result of Grol's slip into insanity.

In a bar Grol can find himself drunk wearing his enchanted goggles hitting on anything that can move.
He also tends to be violent at times.
(( NOTE! Most people love Grol ooc ))
Skills: Grol can pick locks intimidate the weak and at times incite a riot or mob. He loves how he can use his words to manipulate others at times and even cause them to turn on their friends.

Combat Tactics: Grol tends to use his size to overpower others. If given the chance he would wait in the shadows with a bow and eliminate them with deadly accuricy. Grol loves to use his stamina to outlast

Phobias and Weaknesses: People who fight Grol with no fear or anyone stronger then him.

Pet Peeves: People who get in his way when he is currently fighting or robbing someone.

Special Possessions: His revenge sword and Ziggy!

Origin: Black Morass

Name: Kaad
Race: Orc
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Class: Warrior
Occupation: Engineer
Languages: Orcish

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Physical description: Neutral Green Skin (usually covered in plate) with a great amount of hair.

Personality: Pessimist

Skills: Skilled in Protection

Combat Tactics: Stun em and let the others clean up the mess.

Phobias and Weaknesses: Hunters/Paladins.

Pet Peeves: Complainers.

Special Possessions: Mechanical Squirrel

Origin: found unconscious in the barrens.

Name: Sarz
Race: tauren
Gender: alpha male
Age: 56,000
Class: Dreamwalker of the Emerald Dream
Occupation: Dreamwalker
Languages: Orcish, Tauren, Piglatin

Alignment: Straight as an arrow.

Physical description: Cowbearcat

Personality: Smartass.

Skills: It doesn't take skill to play WoW

Combat Tactics: Lifebloom x3, Rejuv, Swiftmend, Run away

Phobias and Weaknesses: Getting it done from behind

Pet Peeves: Getting it done from behind

Special Possessions: Smack

Background: Is it black?

Name: Irealda Whisperwind

Race: Nightelf

Gender: Woman

Age: 32(In Human years)

Class: Hunter

Occupation: Bounty Hunter/Assassin

Languages: Darnassian and Common

Alignment: Neutral

Physical description: Dark purple skin, moonlight-blue hair, white eyes, tall slender build, strong and forceful.

Personality: Smart and generous, dangerous when angry, currently with Winter(pet Wolf). Falls in love too often.

Skills: Tailorer and Fisher.

Combat Tactics: None

Phobias and Weaknesses: Telina, the evil Warlock. Pain, evil and complete light.

Pet Peeves: When people bug you to duel or mess up your RP (Godmoding and/or non-RPer)

Special Possessions: Beautifully crafted heart-locket. Given to by old friend, Andrinde. Still wear it around her neck. Never taken it off. Special bracelet from best friend, Ilar.

Origin: Irealda was born in Darnassus. She was Tesalynn's daughter. Not knowing of a father, Tesalynn sent her to live with her aunt, Luna. Luna was married to Vancleef, and had a daughter. Their daughter was named Sandrina, after her goddmother. Luna was murdered by her sister, Tesalynn. Before that, Luna's daughter, Sandrina, was killed by a bear. After both Luna and Sandrina's death, Vancleef ran off and became evil. Irealda was only 13 (in Human years) when she went to live in Goldshire. She found her mother living there. Now, first Tesalynn was accepting of Irealda. But when Irealda grew to 24 and beautiful, Tesalynn was angry. She wanted to look like her daughter. Tesalynn had taken everything from Irealda, but she couldn't take her beauty or wits.
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You can fall into love and out of love.
You can love someone with all of your heart.
But you can't make them love you back.

Whoa whoa whoa...are we still playing a game here?

Name: Brandell
Race: A child of the Dance.
Class: B Boy / bada$$ dancing guru.
Occupation: Stomping yards.
Most notable quotes: "You just got your yard stomped." "Want to get served?"

Name: Cire Darkstrider (Jr.)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Class: Warrior
Occupation: Drifter.
Languages: Common. (and his name in every language)

Alignment: Varies

Physical description: Stands 6'4", weights in at 245 lbs (of pure manliness), has miss-matched eyes. Has long black hair, normally pulled back into a ponytail, is riddled with scar upon his chest, but only bares three on his face, one over his right eye, one on his left cheek and the final across his neck.

Personality: Cire is a joker, hardly ever serious, but can become so on a pin drop.

Skills: Darkstrider Family trait. ('nuff said)

Combat Tactics: Cire never tries to use the same tactics against someone, always switching up his plans even when in the middle of a fight.

Phobias and Weaknesses: Cire has no phobias, though plenty of weaknessess; One being, a gal with a pretty smile.

Pet Peeves: Warlocks, Warlock Gnomes, things that attach to his leg.

Special Possessions: His armor, which he rarely removes, (outside the bed that is), and his signature eye patch.

Origin: Well, when a mommy loves a daddy.... ((Meh. Sents-Wiki page if you really wanna know. ))

Name: Wandar Bloodhoof
Race: Tauren
Gender: Male
Age: 44
Class: Warrior
Occupation: Mercanary
Languages: Tauren/Orc

Alignment: Merciless

Physical description: Tall, Strong, missing left eye, scarred body (from battle)

Personality: To himself kind of Guy, Courageous, and Fearless

Skills: Dual wield master

Combat Tactics: Two weapons wielded, strikes fast and accurate

Phobias and Weaknesses: No fear, Weakness to Magic

Pet Peeves: Pet peeves are peoplewho back down, and peoplewho hide in time of war.

Special Possessions: Weapons, Armous, Pride

Origin: Thunderbluff

Name: Kandea Skystrider
Titles: (none at the moment)
Nicknames: Kand
Race: Sin'dorei
Gender: Female
Age: Is about the age of 32 in human years.
Class: Hunter a Beast Master in training.
Occupation: Miner and Skinner
Languages: Common, and Thalassian
Likes: Helping others. She would give you everything if she thought you needed it more. Sitting and listening to the world around her. Spending time with friends and family.
Favorite Foods: Jerky
Favorite Drinks: Melon Juice
Favorite Colors: Green
Favorite Quote: "The past cannot be changed, the future is still in your power." - unknown.
Weapons of Choice: Bows and a nice sword. (one or two handed)
Dislikes: People who treat others like dirt.
Hobbies: Helping out where ever I can. Just spenting time with friends.
Alignment: Neutral Good. She is guided by her conscience.
Loyalties: The Symphony, the Horde, Her family and friends, and Her pets.
Physical description: (OOC) Slender, Sensual, Well toned muscles. Fiery Red hair (long), Green eyes (duh like all blood elves). She wears leather armor of some type varies with experience. She does like to get dressed up sometimes and be alittle girly but most she can be like one of the guys.
Personality: (OOC) She is a loyal person to the people who matter to her. Basically treat her with respect and you will get it back. She is quiet at first but will speak up if needed. She follows instruction very well. She is very kind and generous.
Combat Tactics: (OOC) She shoots with deadly aim from a distance with the help of her Pets at her side. But she is also deadly up close. She likes close combat as much as ranged combat.
Phobias and Weaknesses: (OOC) She can be too trusting sometimes which causes trouble. She will act before thought sometimes. Dislikes snakes and spiders and they all must die.(She hates them but will kill them she might just be alittle girly about it like make ewww noises and such)
Pet Peeves: People who don’t treat authority with respect. People who treat others like crud.
Special Possessions: A simple emerald crystal necklace. (which as some abilities yet to be seen)

Name: Mosi Skystrider

Titles:

Nicknames: Mo

Race: Sin'dorei

Gender: Female

Age: About 35 in human years.

Class: Paladin (protect)

Occupation: Engineering and Blacksmithing

Languages: Common, and Thalassian

Likes:

Favorite Foods:

Favorite Drinks:

Weapons of Choice: A nice sword and shield.

Dislikes: Corrupt people.

Hobbies: Engineering. Stopping the Corrupt.

Alignment: Chaotic Good.

Loyalties: The Symphony, The Blood Knights, the Horde, His family and friends.

Physical description: (OOC) Slender, Sensual, Well toned muscles. Blonde hair (long), Green eyes (duh like all blood elves). She wears plate armor of some type varies with experience. She will dress up and be all sexy.

Personality: (OOC) She is a loyal person to the people who matter to her. Basically treat her with respect and you will get it back. She is quiet at first but will speak up if needed. She follows instruction very well.

Combat Tactics: (OOC) Loves being in the front of the battle.

Phobias and Weaknesses: (OOC) She can be stubborn. And has a jealous streak that sometimes comes out but that is when its about someone she cares for.

Pet Peeves: People who don’t treat authority with respect.

Name: Tammiko Bladedancer

Titles: Private

Nicknames:

Race: Undead was Human

Gender: Female

Age: 27 at the time of death.

Class: Rogue

Occupation: Leather worker, Engineer.

Languages: Orcish and Gutterspeak.

Likes: swords,making engineering things, other undead.

Favorite Foods: Mushrooms

Favorite Drinks: if has alcohol its her favorite.

Favorite Colors: Red being its one of the more dominate colors she sees.

Weapons of Choice: Two swords.

Dislikes: Humans,(others will update)

Hobbies: She collects shiny shells, making engineering things,drinking...

Alignment:

Loyalties: Lady Sylvanas,Symphony,Reapers,The Forsaken,friends and family.

Physical description: looks like an undead bones showing...Black hair, Her eyes have turned completely black, But due to the plague some of the skin on her jaw has falling off exposing her jaw bone. Which sometimes she hides with a mask. Other times she is where her engineering goggles which she crafted.

Personality: Most of the time she is quiet. But there are things that trigger her to seem like she is talking to herself out loud but she sees ghost of her past. Seems lonely.

Combat Tactics: Combat/Sub

Phobias and Weaknesses: Failing the ones that matter to her. Shiny!

Pet Peeves: People who have a choice but can't make up there minds when the choice is clear to her.

Special Possessions: Mechanical squirrel named Fred was the first thing she made that actually worked right.

Origin: She comes from a very small farm not far from the scarlet monstairy
Just a simple home they grew there own food and she lived there with her love and daughter. They were so happy living there. They had everything they would need. Sold fruit and vegetables to Brill. To make extra money for things. Tammiko was always good with swords as her father had taught her to defend herself. She was a 12 when her sister was born which was a happy time yet very very sad do to their mother passing away during the birth. Tammiko was left to care for her sister as her father would got to work. Tammiko would practice sword when she had free time for it was the one thing she enjoyed. Then when she was old enough to go on her own her sister followed her. They had great adventures. Tammiko was introduced to engineering when she first went to Lordaleon. She was instantly hooked on what she could learn. It was there where she met her love Max. The two fell in love at first site. Before long he asked her to move into his family farm with him and she could bring her sister also. The years went on with nothing really important but just a lot of happy times. Then while her sister was out in the wood she came sick. Tammiko's sister collasped by the edge of the woods. Tammiko ran over to her and called Max over to carry her sister into the house. Wasn't before long that Max started to get sick and Tammiko was caring for the two. Word had got out that a plague was going around. Tammiko feared for the worst. But someone told the guards about the two that where sick at her home and they followed her home. The head guard yelled out. ,"Tammiko Bladedancer?"

"Yes?" Tammiko peeked her head out of the door.
"Due to the possiblity of people having the plague inside you and your family are quarantined." He yelled.
Tammiko shut the door and went to grab her swords as she was met with guards. Polearm at her neck.
"Lady Please go back into the house." having no choice she stepped back in.
Then the guards were order to board up the house trapping everyone inside.
Tammiko was slowly watching the people she love died. She herself was starting to cough. She thought to herself. "God I am getting sick."
Supplies were down to nothing the guards that were watching to make sure no one got out wouldn't help. Tammiko's sister called her over her voice barely a whisper. "I love you my sister.Good..bye..." was her last words.
Tammiko held her hand and cried. Then went to check on Max. Tammiko wiped his face with a cool rag as she smiled down at him. She told Max that her sister had past away and he reached out to hug her and Tammiko collasped into his arms. He holds her close. She cries hard as she listens to his heart beat. She starts to get herself under control still holding tight to Max. Then she noticed his heart was slowly getting faint. She held him tighter. He held her until he was gone. She cried herself to sleep that night. When she woke up she was getting worst. Her cough was so bad she actually was starting to cough blood up. Her skin got paler then it already was. She was trapped inside with the bodies of her loved ones. She started talking to them like they were still there. Starting to go crazy is what the guards thought. She started to noticed that her skin on her chin was starting to get infected or something eventually her skin started to fall off. She fell to the floor of the house holding a chunk of skin as she coughing uncontrollable.Then she cou