Hey everybody
I'm pretty new to mmo-champion but not at all to rp, at least apart from WoW, and I'm very curious to try it out, especially since I see a lot of really good players around here. So this is pretty much my first attempt to write a character that fits into Azeroth and I'm very happy about any tip or advise you can give me!
Apart from that I have to say that English is not my native language which is german, so sometimes I have to look up words. Please tell me if I mix some words up or a different one would be more appropriate
Thanks a lot for the attention and here's the bio.
Name: Ashkuri Yandril
Race: Forsaken (former human)
Age: died at age 37
Gender: female
Class: Rogue
Profession: Ashkuri usually simply takes what she needs but if it should be necessary she pretends to be a leatherworker of mediocre skill
Weapons: two daggers and a small throwing knive that’s not very effective
Appearance:
Ashkuri never was a tall person, but now her body doesn’t have the strength to hold her upright anymore so she walks bent down. What’s left of her skin is thin and strechted across her frail bones like parchment on wood. It’s obvious that only dark magic holds her body together and to keep her ‘alive’ and going so much arcane energy is absorbed, that she is not able to use spells of any kind herself. This is the reason she looks envious upon everyone who is able to use mana as a resource. Even so her face is very well preserved, at least if compared to the rest of her body. The only exception to this is a small scar across her forehead above the left eye socket and her eyes as such, since they are rotting away and are soon going to fall out. Ashkuri usually hides her eyes behind a piece of cloth bound around her head. The same magic that keeps her going allows her useless eyes to see at least some grey shadows of the world around her but no colors and she’s very far away from seeing as well as someone alive and living. Her voice sounds hollow and pressed because she doesn’t have working lungs or vocal chords left. Her bony body is all covered in a functional leather armor poorly made by her self, that she has to mend often. It consists of a pair of trousers, a pair of boots and something that looks like a chestplate but isn’t really able to protect her properly. To hide her rotten appearance Ashkuri usually wears a long, hooded cloak made from wool and really, really dirty.
Personality:
When she was still alive, Ashkuri was a very lifely person that always had a joke or a song on her lips and even though she didn’t have an easy life as the wife of an upholsterer she never let her joy of living be taken away by anything or anyone. When first her young daughter, then her husband an in the end she herself got sick of the pleague, the joy she had in life slowly drained and ever since she died and was raised by the scourge she is corroded by hatred, envy and bitterness. She now laughs very seldom and even if she does it’s only scornful. Sometimes you can have the impression somewhere deep down inside her there’s a little bit of the woman left she used to be, though. Nevertheless Ashkuri now knows feelings like friendship or trust only among fellow forsaken and even with them she has very few friends. Everyone else she simply ignores or if not only tries to manipulate them for her own purposes, whatever they may be at the given moment. Above all she is driven by envy – she hates everyone still alive for not having to suffer the same as she did and for discriminating her for her wrecked body and she dislikes anyone that’s able to use magic at first sight. This is the reason why she only accepts Sylvanas as her leader, since she hates the rest of the Horde just like she hates the Alliance.
Likes: Wetlands, storms, poisonous plants, nasty creatures and everything else that humans usually avoid
Dislikes: Sunlight, the living, magic, the scourge
Family:
Father: Mainred Kellach, peasant near Southshore, died at age 56
Mother: Anrhydiel Kellach, born Mehtsonc, peasant near Southshore, died at age 54
Siblings: none
Husband: Nondor Yandril, upholsterer in Brill died at age 39
Daughter: Mishra Yandril, died at age 12
Background:
Ashkuri was born on a small farmstead in the area of Southshore as the first and only child of the young Kellach family. Her childhood was happy but a little lonely since they had no real neighbors near Thoradin’s Wall. Nevertheless Ashkuri knew the lands around her home inside out, got to know a lot about the herbs and animals and when she was in her teens she preferred strolling around and hunting rabbits with bow and arrow over helping her parents out on the fields. As soon as she was old enough she was due to be married to the son of her aunt’s best friend who lived in Tarren Mill. Ashkuri was carried there against her will and when they arrived and she was introduced to her husband to be, she immidiatly disliked him, simply because she wanted to continue living her life as she knew it – without responsibilty over a household and kids. So she seeked desperately for a way out of her misery and the son of a travelling merchant that happened to stay for some days in town with his father came just in handy. So Ashkuri left her family and everything behind to go on a journey to the north with two people she barely knew at that time. Some weeks later they arrived in Lordaeron, but Ashkuri who was used to the woods and rolling hills of Hillsbrad couldn’t stand the city very long. So when one day she literally bumped into a young man from Brill out on a visit to Lordaeron, she took the chance and left with him. This is how she got to know Nondor. Nondors father, an upholsterer in the town of Brill, died soon after that and his last wish was for his son to marry and take over the workshop and that’s exactly what Nondor and Ashkuri did.
They didn’t have an easy life as work was hard and money always very tight, especially when their daughter Mishra was born and there was one more mouth to be fed in the household. Nevertheless Ashkuri would never have described their life as sad or depressing, for her there was always something to be happy about. Unlike herself her daughter had the chance to make a lot of friends among the other children in Brill and since Lordaeron was near they were sometimes able to go the market in the big city and try and sell the stuff Nondor made. Back than Ashkuri was very much in awe of the king and his son, Arthas, although she only heard stories about the royal families and never managed to even see one of them. They also very soon heard the rumours of a disease spreading in the lands to the east, but at that point they didn’t worry too much about it. They fully trusted Terenas to be able to protect them from everything that may come across the borders. Therefore, the people in Brill were surprised when more and more people got sick and died, and even more so when the ones they knew and loved rose up again from their graves and attacked. Mishra was one of the first to die and become a zombie, followed shortly after by Nondor. Both of them where burned and killed again by the villagers, but by that time Ashkuri herself was sick and knew she was going to die. She managed to leave the town and hide in the woods out near the shore, but naturally it didn’t prevent her from rising up and falling under the will of the Lich King.
This is the beginning of a time of her life she remembers very little about, mostly because it’s very painfull and she copes with it by simply pushing it away. Although she tries her best to ignore them, sometimes small pieces of memories float up and haunt her, mostly having to do with herself killing and eating up people, which she even enjoyed at that time. That joy in taking lifes away and living on humans like she used to be herself is what holds the most pain for her, apart from the fact that she lost everyone she loved. She does not know how she managed to survive the war against the scourge but she believes she was just ‘lucky’ if one can speak of luck in that sense. When Illidan managed to weaken the Lich Kings power long enough for Sylvanas to break free, Ashkuri was one of the undead to follow her into the battle against the Nathrezim in Lordaeron. At this point, there was sarcely anything left of her personality and memories, but some of them came back when there was time to take a rest from all the battles Ashkuri had taken part of.
Although she disliked the city when she was human, Ashkuri now preferred to dwell on her own in the dark corners of the Undercity. She was already feeling that first her body and then her mind would begin to slowly fall apart until she would be nothing more than some bones rotting to dust and for the first few months of her new found freedom she tried to get as many memories back, but had to realise very soon, that it would’t work out the way she wanted if she continued sitting around in a place she never really lived in. She made a plan to travel to the parts of the world that had been important for her life – Brill and Southshore, but to achieve that goal she was forced to find a way to get a more stable body. She talked to apothecaries but they had no cure for flesh melted away by the pleague and torn from her bones by so many fights. She talked to priests or at least to forsaken who used to be priests before they died, but the light now hurt her so much when they tried healing the wounds that she just couldn't stand it, although her eyesight seems to have improved a little bit by that. She talked to mages, but the arcane magic could do nothing for her. She talked to warlocks, crazed by fel magic, but they also couln’t restore the missing parts.
So now she is holding her self together with greater effort every day, full of hatred for everything that was done to her, bitter from all the disappointments in trying to get herself back and envious of everyone that still has a life worth living. As she is getting older, the negative feelings and bad parts of her personality are getting more and more present and are exaggerating far over the norm. So is it possible to earn an enemy for a lifetime with just one wrong word in Ashkuris direction. She is, after all, well aware that very soon she will only be a brainless ghoul and the last journey to the places where she was born, roamed the woods, met her husband, got merried, gave birth to her child and finally died (for the first time) is still to be taken on.