First "rough" draft for this character, unlike some other toons this was kinda made up as I went along...
Let me know what you think, what is completely outragous (if anything, hopefully its all reasonable) and what is good, bad and what needs adjusting etc...
Age:35 Living, 3 Years Undeath
Race: Forsaken Troll
Class: Nir'gil is an Affliction Warlock, previously, in life a shadow based witch doctor (shadow priest type thing?)
Languages: Nir'gil speaks Zandali, orcish, Gutterspeak and common.
During life Nir'gil was a Forest Troll of the Amani Tribe. A lot of his previous life is still unknown to him, Nir'gil now gives his allegiance to the forsaken, appreciative of Silvanas accepting him, and recognising the Trolls as potential kin.
Nir'gil was, in life, a Forest Troll of the Amani Tribe, now raised into a 'life' of undeath Nir'gil has lost some of his musculature, and stands straighter than most trolls leaving him at nearly his full, imposing, 7'3" tall.
Nir'gil's skin is a very sickly green colour, he has no hair. Covering the Warlocks face are intricate tribal tattoos, all in a fading purple. Nir'gil's tusks curve up from his mouth, only about 3-4 inches in length and 3/4 of an inch at their thickest point and his ears are long sweeping up in a slow curve, each ear is pierced seven times with golden rings.
Nir'gil wears a set of deep purple robes, with a matching mantle draped across his shoulders. He carries with him a Staff, nearly as long as he is tall, the top contains a long cylindrical metal wrought cage studded with soul stones, this causes an ethereal soul mist to swirl within the cage, emitting a faint purple glow.
He also has an intricately crafted "soul bone" pierced through his nose, this is a special soul shard shaped like a bone. In this Nir'gil keeps stored an emergency soul, its proximity to him allows for instant use in a tight spot.
Nir'gil since his undeath rebirth naturally was drawn to the powers to corrupt shadow magiks, not remembering that this was similar to his previous life. He is very skilled at using these magiks to slowly destroy his enemies over a period of time, rather than in a flashy burst like some other magickers he has seen since returning to 'life'
He is also incredibly skilled at the manipulation of souls, storing them within soul stones and using them to embower himself when the need arises.
The concept of summoning and enslaving daemons is new to Nir'gil, and as such he is not as skilled as other warlocks at doing so. So far, Nir'gil can only summon and bind 2 daemons reliably and effectively. (for more information on Nir'gil's Daemons, see below)
Zhaan'oni - An average sized Fel Hound, its skin a dark red with patches of black hair hanging down. Unlike other Fel Hounds with poor eye sight, Zhaan'oni has no eyes at all, his large gaping mouth is filled with razor sharp teeth, with oversized canines seeping with a strange pale blue liquid . . .
Zhaan'oni has four large Horns framing its face, two larger ones extruding from its shoulders, constantly looking like a fresh wound, seeping with blood, and two smaller horns come from his chest and under his mouth. It has a long tail, barbed at the end, seeping with the same pale blue liquid as his canines. Lastly Zhaan'oni has three large tentacles used for sensing nearby magic.
Gara'n'chiiro - A large Void Caller, appearing as a large hulking shadow, crackling with void energies, draped over its shoulders is a large sheet of rotting cloth with two lanterns hanging from it, glowing with a pale white-pink light. From Gara'n'chiiro's "face" there are two shining pink orbs, presumably eyes, and an... opening... which could be construed as a mouth, as when it opens a shrieking sound often comes forth, often while the Void Caller is summoning forth the void energies required to cast its spells...
Nir'gil is generally quite distrusting, he still cannot remember his previous life, but a nagging voice in his head keeps telling him that he is not where he should be, these are not his people... However a strange sense of honour dictates that these people (the forsaken) have taken him in, and helped develop his powers. Because of this he respects Sylvanas greatly, as well as the higher ups of the forsaken warlock coven. His respect lessens to a begrudging respect as the chain of authority lessens, and to a bare tolerance of everyone else within the horde.
Because of this, he often comes across as being very short tempered with people he speaks with, sometimes getting him in trouble with people he is supposed to be co-operating with.
Anything else Nir'gil dislikes greatly, caused largely by his confusion of his past, but he tends not to bezerk with his anger and hatred, but seethes quietly, shown in his methods of slowly draining the life from his enemies, inflicting pain upon them for longer periods of time, relishing the "torture".
Nir'gil doesn't like much, he greatly enjoys his work and experimentation with soul stones, pushing his understanding of what can be done with them to the limits.
It could also be said he enjoys the pain he inflicts on others when in combat, sometimes he will go from a seething hatred when he starts an altercation, but before the end he will often be relishing the pain and anguish before draining his targets soul, smiling to himself that he has denied their soul any possible joys of an afterlife . . .
Nir'gil dislikes most things, although he especially dislikes being under estimated in what he can achieve.
There is a middle ground regarding the Trolls of the Horde, initially he was drawn to them, a people like his own, but recently the voice in his head is adamant they are not his people, so he is now torn in his feelings towards the Trolls
:::Work in progress:::
general idea so far for troll life: was a shadow priest within the Amani tribe (witch doctor type thing? not too hot on troll lore) I'm not sure how long ago (suggestions welcome) he was killed somewhere in western plaguelands and awoke to his new life three years ago.
Upon rising as an undead forest troll, he knew not who or where he was, he wondered aimlessly for a while, not sure what to do when he stumbled across a skirmish between some humans and something not quite human, corpses? He watched the battle intently from the tree line, obscured from sight by some bushes, when some human reinforcements arrived one of them spotted Nir'gil and charged. Unarmed Nir'gil instinctively raised his hands towards the charging soldier, and with little effort dark energies started seeping from the human towards his hands, forming in a purple mist ball in his palm, transfixed by this he barely noticed the human drop to the floor...
More of the new human arrivals saw their comrade fall, screamed a battle cry and charged towards Nir'gil, who was still absorbed within the mists in his hand that he did not notice the four warriors charging towards him. Luckily the Forsaken combatants had finished off their human foes, and two of the Rangers managed to shoot 2 of the charging Humans down while a warrior intercepted another.
The last warrior was but a few yards away from Nir'gil when the Undead Troll looked up in realisation that he was about to be attacked again. He clasped his hand around the swirling purple mist and thrust it with both hands towards the chest of the Human, whose sword was raised above his head to strike.
But the strike never came, as the mist made contact with the Human's chest it combined with Nir'gil's own shadow energies and a powerful dark flash burst from the contact point as the void blast sent the Warrior flying backwards, landing in a bloodied, smouldering heap . . .
Shocked at what he had done, a rising sense of accomplishment rose within Nir'gil. "Erm, thank you for the help Troll, your arrival distracted the Human's reinforcements long enough for us to finish the initial Human patrol party." Nir'gil looked up, and saw the one of the not quite human's was speaking to him...
"what are ye mon? Ye dun' look like dem" said Nir'gil nodding towards the scattered human corpses.
"Ah, erm, well friend, we are members of the forsaken, we were once humans like them" said the undead, gesturing towards the humans, "but we died and have been reborn"
"I see..." said Nir'gil hesitantly, still not quite sure how to take the news.
"I am sergeant Morris Ghoulhand, if I may be so bold, who are you and why are you here Troll? And how did you come to be undead?" asked the Sergeant, cautiously.
"..." Nir'gil Paused, realising he did not know the answers to the Forsaken's questions "I don't know mon, I woke up a lil' while ago mon, I dun' remember anything" Said the Troll, something between anger and panic rising, why couldn’t he remember? "what ye mean 'undead' mon?" finished Nir'gil
"Oh, erm, well..." Stammered the Sergeant quickly "It appears Troll, that you too have died and have risen again to walk among the living as undead, I'm not sure how though" Paused the Sergeant, giving the Troll time to take the news in "But you helped us out, and showed impressive magic skills as well" the sergeant paused again, thinking. "If you would like, we can take you to the undercity, there we can point you in the direction of some folk who can possibly answer your questions?"
Nir'gil considered the offer, and everything else the Forsaken has told him. Dead? how could he be dead? Why couldn't he remember anything? How did he do what he did to those humans? What was the swirling purple mist? So many questions!
"Yeh'mon, I have lotsa questions, if ya can help answer them, I'd be thankin' ya"
::::to expand=>:::: The Sergeant and his soldiers led Nir'gil to the Undercity, specifically to the Magic Quarter, there the Troll was introduced to Luther Pickman and found out that the purple mist was the Human's soul, and he had drained it straight from his body into his palm, and that this was no easy task. This lead to more questions and eventually the start of more training from the Warlock Coven, taking particular interest in souls, and their manipulation.
After a few months, of simply being called Troll, due to not knowing his name, and feeling uncomfortable making one up, Nir'gil started on rare occasions hearing a voice, it didn't take long to realise that this was a voice only he could hear, this voice reassured Nir'gil, told him he was doing the right thing. One evening, while Nir'gil was asleep, He awoke with a start, eyes wide open, dark energy surrounding his entire body, he heard the voice, as clear as he ever had "Nir'gil, your name is Nir'gil" the Troll did not question this, it felt right.
Nir'gil was pleased to finally have a name again, since that day however the reassuring voice has occasionally started whispering doubts . . .
Nir'gil never did connect the arrival of the voice with his first opening of the void to summon his first daemon . . .
I intend to expand on the Arrival at Undercity, and the learning of what he is, but I don't know much about undeath and the reanimation involved.
I'd also like to go into more depth on learning about his powers, but don't want to go into too much detail as I'd risk making him too OP sounding =p
After that I'd like to explain his training a bit, his laughing off of fire spells/fel flame spells etc, his affination with affliction and his struggles with summoning, but then finding two very reliable minions.
and finally the crafting of his staff. . .
But it was all a bit rushed, so shall expand another time.