Deidin

Information

Player: Heitrusan

Character Full Name: Deidin Uyth

Character In-Game Name: Deidin

Nickname(s): Jackal

Association(s): The Forsaken

Race: Forsaken

Class: Priest

Skills and Abilities: Focuses mainly on trying to render the opponent useless with fear. Usually done so with subterfuge. When in combat, he uses mind effecting abilities.

Age: 74 [68 at death]

Sex: Male

Hair: Bald

Eyes: Dark shade of orange

Weight: 51 kg

Height: 5'3"

Appearance

Deidin wears his dirt colored robe on most occasions. It has a hood which covers most of his face, and is large enough to hide hidden weapons or any kind of assortments. He always carries a rugged book and a lamp.

Other: He covers himself in a very strong cologne to disguise his sickly smell. No bones are revealed throughout his entire body, only skin is visible. His voice is incredibly raspy and can easily be mistaken for an old man.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral evil

Deidin is never conspicuous, however, he will occasionally speak to others as a way to keep himself entertained. If he's to do anything, it's for his own benefit and if any complications were to arise, he'd be the first one out unless he is on a paying job. He's very calm and collected, but his overzealous actions to complete his objectives cause him to run into more trouble than he wants.

History

During the reign of Terenas Menethil II, Deidin was a well respected priest in a small town that resided near Lordaeron. As a child, he wasn't very popular and kept to himself most of the time. However, the very same priest that he knows to this day, always interacted with him, thus leading to himself becoming a priest. In his prime, he was teaching the people of his town about the working of the Light.

One morning, Deidin decided to pray at his usual spot. After a few hours of feverishly praying, he heard a ruckus coming from the town. He ran towards the town, wondering what the problem was, and saw the horrors that Arthas had laid waste. He witnessed a nearby ghoul tear the head off of the butcher and bite into his open wound. He turned to run only to feel a sudden rush of burning pain run into his stomach. He looked down to see a hand holding onto something beating. His vision slowly faded into nothingness.

He awoke seeing undead all around him. To his dismay, he wasn't surprised. He felt as if he's known these people for years, as if he'd done something with them. He would then later realize that the undead around him were the forces that he had worked with to slaughter countless of others for the sake of the former Prince of Lordaeron. He felt nothing but contempt, but knew he could do nothing other than lead his own afterlife with what he knew. He forsake himself for not being able to remember the events that had occurred to him, so he decided to change that. He began to carry around a journal, in which he wrote much of what he did. The journal entry below represents his new ideals and how he perceives them in his own way.

Journal Entry 1: "A man sat alone in the dark corner of the inn, hodling onto nothing but what seemed to be a small relic. He gripped the item tighter, so tight that his hands became white with the blood leaving his hands. The bar maiden asked if he needed something, but he did nothing but shake his head in response. She backs away, almost disgusted by the man's behavior. The hooded figure looks up to see her speaking to the innkeeper, then nodding her head towards him. He gets up from his seat, muttering quietly to himself as he leaves the inn, pushing aside the doors, stopping at the entrance, and stares at the rain that poured on his face. He stayed right at that spot, as if entranced by the rain.

A small boy with an umbrella walked towards the hooded figure and spoke, 'Dear sir, why do you stay in the rain like that? You'll catch a cold. Here.' The boy offered him a spot near himself under the umbrella. The man looked down at the boy, shadows covering his face. He says nothing but get under the umbrella and look forward. The boy takes his hand and leads him towards his cottage. 'My mum's got something warm at the house. It's just a little walk outside town.' The hooded man nods and follows the boy to his home.

The door opens as the boy bursts inside, running to his mother, turning to the door in horror. A shadowy frame slowly walks into the home, creeping towards the two. 'Hospitality is but an excuse to rob. Kindness nothing but a lie for a favor. Fear... Fear is the embodiment of the living. The embodiment to an end.'

The hooded figure walked out the door, staring once more at the sky. He holds the relic, a cross, tightly to his chest. 'Forgive me.' He walked slowly to th-"

"Old man, you've told that stories about twice now.. I know the ending."

A small girl pouts as the man slowly closes his book and sighs. "You always ask for a story and I don't have much of a selection to choose from.. Unless.. You want to make one with me." The small girl smiles and jumps up in joy. He takes her hand and leads her outside to the rain. He frowns. "Just like the story.. Isn't it?" She shrugs, still joyful at the thought of making her own story. He smiles once more. "Just like the story."