Post by Temmper on Nov 11, 2010 20:43:03 GMT -6
Name:
Temmper Shadowpain
I do not recollect the name given to me as a mortal. Even had I remembered it, I believe I would have selected my own. The
smallest acts I make can change the universe: I believe it is a small step in furtherance of asserting my power to throw off any
remnants of a previous, unenlightened form of existence that previously shackled me. Therefore, I have chosen to designate
myself with the above appellation.
The latter half of my name is, of course, quite easily understood. It is my purpose and habit to cause as much pain and
destruction to the Scourge and all other enemies of the Dark Lady using every power at my disposal, but especially the shadow arts in which I have been trained.
My first name was chosen for personal reasons. While I have lost most of my memories from the time I spent as a mortal, the
vestiges that remain come back dimly with clearer auditory components. For example, I have the recurring sound memory of a young person being chastized over and over for willfulness and stubborn behavior because she refuses to follow some lesson plan set out for her. The child finally explodes in anger. The supervising adult cautions, "Temper, temper!" She obviously believes the show of anger to be a detriment. Now I have no idea whether I was one of the actors in the memory or simply a witness. In any event, I often hear the voice cautioning against anger.
Against anger!!! Such a stand is incomprehensible to me now. It enrages me to hear that in my current form. I suppose I also
symbolically infuse my hatred for all things Alliance into that small drama played out in my mind. All the rejection, all the
betrayal, all the disgust for anything not conforming to an arbitrarily imposed standard of "perfection".
I chose my new name with this "vision" in mind and I smile inside when I hear it called because I know that soon I will move to
avenge the Dark Lady again. There will be blood and death and it will belong to members of the Alliance and anyone or anything
else that threatens us, the Forsaken.
Age:
I do not understand this question. I do not remember the age I was when I died as a mortal nor how long I was enslaved. I have been reborn and time passing matter not. I am in the Dark Lady's service until the day I ascend to the next level of being.
Former Race:
By the characteristics of my body, the length of my limbs, my general height and size; the shape of my face and especially my
ears; I can conclude that I was once human. A pity, that. A high elf origin might offer a closer connection to our Dark Lady. On
the other hand, we are all Forsaken now.
Physical Appearance:
I look to have been around 5'9" tall, but with the inevitable contraction of my body's cartilage I am closer to a hunched-over 5'7". My legs and hands have the most visible damage from decay; my face and torso are in a relative state of preservation. This leads me to believe that I was once buried before being raised; it is unlikely I was left out in a field to rot somewhere. Unfortunately my hair continues to grow and is a continual annoyance as it does not retain the texture or color of living, healthy hair. I hack at it occasionally when it gets too long for the oil and blood of battle to keep it slicked back from my face. The result is exactly what you would think it would look like -- somewhat reminiscent of a scarecrow in a farmer's field. Luckily, the loss of vanity is a virtue that has accompanied the transformation into our kind.
Character Skills/Strengths:
I am a Priest of the Shadow.
I have been told that I have trained the equivalent of 80 seasons. I cannot accurately pinpoint when and where the training was accomplished as I came into sentience as a Forsaken prepared with some training. Therefore I must have trained as a priest in my mortal form.
Character History:
As a human, unless I was decidely more unconventional than most dreary practitioners of the mortal priesthood, I was likely a
follower and worshipper of the Holy Light. Again, I must make some deductions here. I came into my awareness in Deathknell in the soiled and tattered garments of a priest. Really, the vestments had seen better days! I concluded that I had been buried in those robes as a human priest. Obviously when raised to become a mindless slave of the Scourge, I did not have the will or strength of mind to resist that call. Certainly I did not retain the desire to perform personal ablutions. Whatever I did during that period, evidence of it is all over those robes.
As a mortal I must have been educated; I can read and I gravitate toward any book in a room. Clothes never seem to fit the body of a Forsaken correctly and this bothers me--more because of the practicality aspect than any worries about the look of the fit. Long sleeves and dragging hems have interfered with my performance on a battlefield; it is inelegant to say the least to be yanking up your sleeves to reach a wand at your belt or a trinket in your pocket or to be tripping over your hem at an inopportune moment while casting a spell. Battles have been lost for less. Yet I never seem to find my way to a tailor. Perhaps because I am always replacing my robes with items scavenged from the newly defeated.
When the Dark Lady heroically broke free and facilitated the reunion of our bodies and souls, I found immediately that I had a
problem. Specifically my "Holy" power, that which derived from the Light, now burned horribly to use. Given some menial chores
by my new mentors in Deathknell, I rapidly found that this power didn't burn just a little; it made me writhe in pain to use.
Luckily, I was taken in hand almost immediately and taught about the power of Shadow. The nature of the balance between
Shadow and Light is a complex one and although it is possible for me to utilize the power of the Light, it requires an immense
amount of willpower and sacrifice upon my part. If required, it is my sincerest wish that I have the strength and willpower to
withstand the pain required to succeed. As most Forsaken my preference is to use the power of Shadow almost exclusively,
reserving the Light for emergencies only.
I have saved my vestments from the mortal days -- I don't know why. Perhaps it is a whim. Unlike some fellow former human
priests, I do not feel betrayed by our old mortal religion. Those that believe those teachings are just unenlightened. How can one feel betrayed when we are the lucky ones -- when we have travelled further along the path toward embracing the inner Shadow? Mortals have no opportunity to advance to this powerful, incorporeal Shadow state that be achieved only by transitioning through the undead condition. I pity them.
I must confess to one indulgence: I am an inveterate observer of human behavior, especially ceremony and celebration--anything
with emotion attached. So much of mortal experience seems to swing between extremes of feelings--either elated or despondent, tranquil or enraged, well fed or starving, content or yearning -- that I can't help but be curious as to the dynamics of these highs and lows.
My "emotions", in comparison, feel wrapped up and muffled by cotton wool. Even when I am at my most diligent, striking down
many enemies in the name of Lady Sylvanas, I do not feel what has been described as a "blood rush". I am doing what I can to
help shape the universe and better my place in it, but that is only sensible. Can I describe what I am feeling when confronting
enemies and betrayers as anger? Perhaps. Can I describe the feeling as vengeful. Again, perhaps. But there is no heat to these "emotions", only cold calculation.
I collect jewels and admire their sparkling colors. I collect other items valued by humans, but I feel no lust for acquisition or pride
in their possession. I approach all this collecting and observation as if it were a scientic experiment; it certainly has made no
impression on my ability to really "feel" as mortals define it. Why haven't our emotions returned? I understand that we would be
less likely to crave items or have responses triggered by biological necessities we no longer have, but are all emotions
biologically-based? I will continue to puzzle this out.
Reason for Joining the Shadarim:
I wish to remove the taint I have acquired by association. In recent years I have worked for a number of Bishops as an Acolyte, travelling where I was needed and performing any task required. Most recently, the Bishop for whom I last served had me liase with the greater Horde community as well as investigate Alliance/Horde flare-ups and Scourge activity in Northrend. I was rarely at the Bishop's community to observe his activities; he kept me quite busy all around Azeroth. Unfortunately for me, this Bishop collaborated with Varimathras and Putress and was killed in the attempted coup against our Dark Lady while trying to seize control of Undercity. I was flabbergasted. A Forsaken disloyal to our queen?
My distance from the Bishop served me in good stead. After initial inquiries, my reputation emerged intact. I, however, wish to do more. I feel I should have seen through the Bishop and somehow cut the head off this beast. I was so close to this plot! I had no suspicion. Obviously I need better training. I have seen recruitment posters for your Order around Undercity. I wish to sign up and do my duty for Lady Sylvanas. I want to take a more active role in defending her and the city from enemies. I anticipate that as I grow more skilled as a defender, I will to learn how to better assess threat and become a better tactician to prevent such an event from happening under my very nose once more. I will not fail the Dark Lady again.
Division Applying For:
The whispers I have heard about your Order have given me conflicting reports regarding your organization. Perhaps that is intended. In case it is not clear, I wish to kill anyone and anything blocking the Dark Lady's path.
Character Drawbacks/Weaknesses:
I am somewhat, shall we say, unskilled in the art of combat. I will need to improve. I have, after all, led the life of a cleric. Of course, as a Forsaken our level of unskilled differs greatly from what another might consider that word to mean. We have higher standards because we have so much more of value to protect. I am willing to devote myself to improvement in the cause. For Sylvanas!
Temmper Shadowpain
I do not recollect the name given to me as a mortal. Even had I remembered it, I believe I would have selected my own. The
smallest acts I make can change the universe: I believe it is a small step in furtherance of asserting my power to throw off any
remnants of a previous, unenlightened form of existence that previously shackled me. Therefore, I have chosen to designate
myself with the above appellation.
The latter half of my name is, of course, quite easily understood. It is my purpose and habit to cause as much pain and
destruction to the Scourge and all other enemies of the Dark Lady using every power at my disposal, but especially the shadow arts in which I have been trained.
My first name was chosen for personal reasons. While I have lost most of my memories from the time I spent as a mortal, the
vestiges that remain come back dimly with clearer auditory components. For example, I have the recurring sound memory of a young person being chastized over and over for willfulness and stubborn behavior because she refuses to follow some lesson plan set out for her. The child finally explodes in anger. The supervising adult cautions, "Temper, temper!" She obviously believes the show of anger to be a detriment. Now I have no idea whether I was one of the actors in the memory or simply a witness. In any event, I often hear the voice cautioning against anger.
Against anger!!! Such a stand is incomprehensible to me now. It enrages me to hear that in my current form. I suppose I also
symbolically infuse my hatred for all things Alliance into that small drama played out in my mind. All the rejection, all the
betrayal, all the disgust for anything not conforming to an arbitrarily imposed standard of "perfection".
I chose my new name with this "vision" in mind and I smile inside when I hear it called because I know that soon I will move to
avenge the Dark Lady again. There will be blood and death and it will belong to members of the Alliance and anyone or anything
else that threatens us, the Forsaken.
Age:
I do not understand this question. I do not remember the age I was when I died as a mortal nor how long I was enslaved. I have been reborn and time passing matter not. I am in the Dark Lady's service until the day I ascend to the next level of being.
Former Race:
By the characteristics of my body, the length of my limbs, my general height and size; the shape of my face and especially my
ears; I can conclude that I was once human. A pity, that. A high elf origin might offer a closer connection to our Dark Lady. On
the other hand, we are all Forsaken now.
Physical Appearance:
I look to have been around 5'9" tall, but with the inevitable contraction of my body's cartilage I am closer to a hunched-over 5'7". My legs and hands have the most visible damage from decay; my face and torso are in a relative state of preservation. This leads me to believe that I was once buried before being raised; it is unlikely I was left out in a field to rot somewhere. Unfortunately my hair continues to grow and is a continual annoyance as it does not retain the texture or color of living, healthy hair. I hack at it occasionally when it gets too long for the oil and blood of battle to keep it slicked back from my face. The result is exactly what you would think it would look like -- somewhat reminiscent of a scarecrow in a farmer's field. Luckily, the loss of vanity is a virtue that has accompanied the transformation into our kind.
Character Skills/Strengths:
I am a Priest of the Shadow.
I have been told that I have trained the equivalent of 80 seasons. I cannot accurately pinpoint when and where the training was accomplished as I came into sentience as a Forsaken prepared with some training. Therefore I must have trained as a priest in my mortal form.
Character History:
As a human, unless I was decidely more unconventional than most dreary practitioners of the mortal priesthood, I was likely a
follower and worshipper of the Holy Light. Again, I must make some deductions here. I came into my awareness in Deathknell in the soiled and tattered garments of a priest. Really, the vestments had seen better days! I concluded that I had been buried in those robes as a human priest. Obviously when raised to become a mindless slave of the Scourge, I did not have the will or strength of mind to resist that call. Certainly I did not retain the desire to perform personal ablutions. Whatever I did during that period, evidence of it is all over those robes.
As a mortal I must have been educated; I can read and I gravitate toward any book in a room. Clothes never seem to fit the body of a Forsaken correctly and this bothers me--more because of the practicality aspect than any worries about the look of the fit. Long sleeves and dragging hems have interfered with my performance on a battlefield; it is inelegant to say the least to be yanking up your sleeves to reach a wand at your belt or a trinket in your pocket or to be tripping over your hem at an inopportune moment while casting a spell. Battles have been lost for less. Yet I never seem to find my way to a tailor. Perhaps because I am always replacing my robes with items scavenged from the newly defeated.
When the Dark Lady heroically broke free and facilitated the reunion of our bodies and souls, I found immediately that I had a
problem. Specifically my "Holy" power, that which derived from the Light, now burned horribly to use. Given some menial chores
by my new mentors in Deathknell, I rapidly found that this power didn't burn just a little; it made me writhe in pain to use.
Luckily, I was taken in hand almost immediately and taught about the power of Shadow. The nature of the balance between
Shadow and Light is a complex one and although it is possible for me to utilize the power of the Light, it requires an immense
amount of willpower and sacrifice upon my part. If required, it is my sincerest wish that I have the strength and willpower to
withstand the pain required to succeed. As most Forsaken my preference is to use the power of Shadow almost exclusively,
reserving the Light for emergencies only.
I have saved my vestments from the mortal days -- I don't know why. Perhaps it is a whim. Unlike some fellow former human
priests, I do not feel betrayed by our old mortal religion. Those that believe those teachings are just unenlightened. How can one feel betrayed when we are the lucky ones -- when we have travelled further along the path toward embracing the inner Shadow? Mortals have no opportunity to advance to this powerful, incorporeal Shadow state that be achieved only by transitioning through the undead condition. I pity them.
I must confess to one indulgence: I am an inveterate observer of human behavior, especially ceremony and celebration--anything
with emotion attached. So much of mortal experience seems to swing between extremes of feelings--either elated or despondent, tranquil or enraged, well fed or starving, content or yearning -- that I can't help but be curious as to the dynamics of these highs and lows.
My "emotions", in comparison, feel wrapped up and muffled by cotton wool. Even when I am at my most diligent, striking down
many enemies in the name of Lady Sylvanas, I do not feel what has been described as a "blood rush". I am doing what I can to
help shape the universe and better my place in it, but that is only sensible. Can I describe what I am feeling when confronting
enemies and betrayers as anger? Perhaps. Can I describe the feeling as vengeful. Again, perhaps. But there is no heat to these "emotions", only cold calculation.
I collect jewels and admire their sparkling colors. I collect other items valued by humans, but I feel no lust for acquisition or pride
in their possession. I approach all this collecting and observation as if it were a scientic experiment; it certainly has made no
impression on my ability to really "feel" as mortals define it. Why haven't our emotions returned? I understand that we would be
less likely to crave items or have responses triggered by biological necessities we no longer have, but are all emotions
biologically-based? I will continue to puzzle this out.
Reason for Joining the Shadarim:
I wish to remove the taint I have acquired by association. In recent years I have worked for a number of Bishops as an Acolyte, travelling where I was needed and performing any task required. Most recently, the Bishop for whom I last served had me liase with the greater Horde community as well as investigate Alliance/Horde flare-ups and Scourge activity in Northrend. I was rarely at the Bishop's community to observe his activities; he kept me quite busy all around Azeroth. Unfortunately for me, this Bishop collaborated with Varimathras and Putress and was killed in the attempted coup against our Dark Lady while trying to seize control of Undercity. I was flabbergasted. A Forsaken disloyal to our queen?
My distance from the Bishop served me in good stead. After initial inquiries, my reputation emerged intact. I, however, wish to do more. I feel I should have seen through the Bishop and somehow cut the head off this beast. I was so close to this plot! I had no suspicion. Obviously I need better training. I have seen recruitment posters for your Order around Undercity. I wish to sign up and do my duty for Lady Sylvanas. I want to take a more active role in defending her and the city from enemies. I anticipate that as I grow more skilled as a defender, I will to learn how to better assess threat and become a better tactician to prevent such an event from happening under my very nose once more. I will not fail the Dark Lady again.
Division Applying For:
The whispers I have heard about your Order have given me conflicting reports regarding your organization. Perhaps that is intended. In case it is not clear, I wish to kill anyone and anything blocking the Dark Lady's path.
Character Drawbacks/Weaknesses:
I am somewhat, shall we say, unskilled in the art of combat. I will need to improve. I have, after all, led the life of a cleric. Of course, as a Forsaken our level of unskilled differs greatly from what another might consider that word to mean. We have higher standards because we have so much more of value to protect. I am willing to devote myself to improvement in the cause. For Sylvanas!