Berenice

Information

Player: Torches

Character Full Name: Berenice Greene

Character In-Game Name: Berenice

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): The Forsaken

Race: Undead

Class: Priest

Age: 29 prior to death

Sex: Female

Hair: Her hair is long, and a dirty dark brown in colour.

Eyes: Her eyes retain an eerie and ghostly glow, prominent in the traditional Forsaken.

Weight: 92 lbs

Height: 5'5”

Alignment: Lawful Evil (Formerly Lawful Good)

Other: In conversation Berenice seems to extend her S's, resembling that of a hissing sound.

(Examples of speech) "Greetingsss, you have finally come to sssee me."

"Sssuch a pretty morsel..."

Appearance

Berenice presents herself in loose robes and dresses quite often, her hands and feet being free from boots and gloves, although she prefers to wear a variety of different outfits to suit whichever somber mood she is feeling.

Personality

Berenice is a peculiar creature, she is a priestess who has long renounced her faith in the Light. She is often inquisitive, indifferent and disturbing. Approaching conversation in an unusual manner, whilst remaining gloomy, selfish and morbid for the most part. Despite this, she does retain some of her former personality quirks as a priestess of the Light; she can show mild sympathy, concern and even sadness or love. (Although rare.)

History

Be wary, child, of Plaguelands plain.

Be mindful, child, of the infected grain.

For if throat is parched and of infected water sip,

Forever your soul will be in cursed Scourge grip.

So heed this warning, child, and if far from mother stray,

Let light from home's hearth guide you back your way.

Recalling very little from her life before her duties in Andorhal, she once served the kingdom of Lordaeron as a devout priestess of the Light. Berenice would recall being in Andorhal from the beginning, prior to the outbreak of the plague, until the inevitable end. Berenice sought to inspire hope within the disheartened citizens, serving the Light by using its power to aid the innocents as fear of the unknown became more predominant. Despite her steadfast demeanour she was naturally frightened by the possible outcome as days soon became years, and the everlasting doubts never ceased to creep up on her and the others, as word of the surrounding towns being overwhelmed with the living dead reached them. Berenice spent her time praying, praying for these innocent families to be spared from the plague, praying for the future of Lordaeron. It was soon time, the last resistance in Andorhal were teamed together, word of the fallen Prince's return reached them just in time to prepare. In a desperate attempt to protect Andorhal from the onslaught of the Scourge, Berenice and a couple of other priests and priestesses escorted various families into houses to seek shelter.

A familiar horn soon sounded, signifying it had finally begun, amidst the thundering downpour of rain the faint outline of a shambling army could be seen, marching towards Andorhal with the fallen Prince at their head. Those who'd taken up arms readied themselves, the remaining knights atop their noble steeds, the handful of priests and priestesses stood with their faith placed firmly within the Light, preaching their victory. As the Scourge drew closer, the anxious cries of children could be heard. Before it all fell silent, the eerie screeches of the ghouls and zombies pierced the silence, echoing throughout the streets of Andorhal - they were surrounded. The obscure squelching noises emitting from the enormous ogre-like beasts' intestines could be heard, boldly brushing past their smaller comrades to be the first in the fray. In a flurry of blood, entrails and limbs, the resistance proved to be no match for the onslaught of the Scourge. Berenice silently wept as man, woman and child alike were discovered, and soon butchered by these monstrosities. Following another stray priest, Berenice aided in escorting a family of four into the back room of a confined house, he was seized by one of these ogre-like creatures and torn to shreds, she hastily barricaded the door and trusted in her faith, trusted in the Light to see their survival. Days passed as they remained holed up in this small house, their insatiable hunger began to overwhelm them. It was perhaps two or three days before evidence of the family having the plague finally revealed itself, as they were soon feasting upon each others' flesh. If she wasn't so distraught, this would've saddened her further, but learning she also had the plague herself was what worried her now, as she acted as if she could feel it writhe throughout her body as she knew it was killing her. The worst part? She couldn't do a thing to stop it, her body seemed to simply succumb to it. Ironic that she had fought valiantly against the Scourge, and the plague, but it was all for nothing. In her eyes, the Light had failed her, it had failed them all. As she inhaled her final breath, her entire life flashed before her eyes, and she couldn't agree with the fact all of it was for nothing. It was the end for her, and in her final moments she felt severe panic, she was succumbing to the unknown and she couldn't prevent herself from doing it.

It was perhaps what felt like an eternity after her death where she was finally freed from the Lich King's grasp. Despite her newfound bewildered state, she didn't have the time to stand back and survey herself, despite the fact her body felt noticably cold and bleak. Her memories also remained intact, for the most part, she remembered her death and her name, however she couldn't recall her past. At that moment in time, Sylvanas Windrunner rallied all of the undead who'd broke away from the Scourge, and most then followed on to fight against the Dreadlords within what is now the Undercity. Upon successfully reclaiming their lands, Sylvanas proclaimed herself queen of the Forsaken, and events began to unfold themselves from then on. Berenice, like the many others who'd suffered the same fate, resorted to aiding the Forsaken where she saw fit, having a firm belief that Sylvanas would lead the Forsaken to victory. In her spare time, Berenice would often survey herself, and upon seeing her condition she suffered mentality issues; in life, Berenice took great pride in her beauty, but in death she had to face the hard truth that this had been stripped from her, and she'd forever remain as a shadow of her former self. Thus, from this day, she realised she'd become a decrepit creature and hoped one day to regain her humanity, and her beauty.

Some time after the reclamation of their lands, Berenice would often find herself wandering the Plaguelands aimlessly, particularly the ruins of Andorhal, perhaps being the most distant memory she can recall would be what causes her to return. Or, perhaps, as a ghost would haunt their place of death. It is unknown to her why she seems to return, but somehow the memories from Andorhal remind her she was once human, despite how she knows and feels she is no longer one, and this consistently inspires her hopes to one day become human again -- although upon thinking deeper into the thoughts of becoming a human, she doesn't even recall how it felt. She doesn't know how she'd feel if it became reality. Being incapable of sleeping, utterly insatiable and often irritated, she couldn't possibly recall what humanity felt like, although she is undoubtedly certain it must be more pleasant than undeath.