Dust

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Player: Drust

Character Full Name: Brian Haulin

Character In-Game Name: Dust

Nickname(s): Dust

Association(s): Forsaken

Race: Forsaken

Class: Priest

Skills and Abilities: Musical Light: Dust has trouble using the light as a Forsaken so he uses his instrument to produce it, he still feels immense pain when using the light in that way, but due to his skills in his lute playing he's able to play simple tunes which sometimes don't sound so good if he's been using the light too much.

Age: 33

Sex: Male

Hair: Sickly green

Eyes: Glowing yellow

Weight: 70kg

Height: 5,8

Usual Garments/Armor: Dust usually wears tattered old rags from his past life, not really seeing the need in changing style in his condition.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral

In life Brian was a caring man, enjoying every moment in life and looking after those about him. He always had a positive outlook and always tried to make the best of things. In death Dust is a quiet Forsaken, almost a shell of what he once was, he tries to do good and help others, looking for redemption, but he knows he will never be the same as what he once was. With those that look down on him for what he is, he doesn't show hatred in return but he doesn't speak to them either, he seems cold toward most living beings but when they are in need of help he will help them before silently going on with his own business.

He's a very quiet Forsaken, if he's not playing his lute he'll usually be staring off in the clouds quietly, his mind wandering until something captures his attention. He isn't easy to anger because he doesn't have much to defend, he will try to care about things but his enthusiasm is usually completely absent, the only time he truly shows proper emotion is when he's playing his lute.

History

Brian grew up in Lordaeron with a pretty much normal childhood. His mother and father were both priests and they lived well enough. Brian did normal things like any other human child, went to school, made friends, he also picked up a hobby. When he was 11 years of age he was roaming about the town with some of his friends when he passed what seemed to be a busker, it was a man playing a lute, Brian seemed captivated by the sounds being produced by this one single man, the music and emotion and decided he would like to one day be able to produce the same thing. After a few weeks and a lot of nagging his parents caved and decided to obtain a lute for their child.

Brian hit the age of 18, now working alongside his parents as a follower of the light, through the day he would learn the virtues of the light, including how to wield it, but only for healing purposes. Through the night he would play on his lute, ever increasing his skill. If he ever had time through the day he would head out onto the streets with his lute, usually settling down at the exact place where he first saw that busker many years ago. He would meet many people walking by and forge many friendships, one significant day he struck an interesting conversation with a female who happened to pass by and seemed interested in his music, they got to talking and found they had a lot in common. This womans name was Fiona and she was a teacher, the two began spending a lot of time together and after a few short years they ended up tieing the knot.

At the age of 20 Brian's life had taken many steps, he was now considered a Priest, not a priest in training and his lute playing had only increased through the years. Not only that but him and Fiona had conceived a beautiful baby girl, Brian could not have been happier. Through the first few years his life was just full of great moments as his child grew up. Through the day doing priestly things to the night when he would look forward to playing his daughter a lullaby on his lute before crawling into bed with his wife for the next full day.

Unfortunately it seems not all good things last, Brian was 23 at the time, his daughter now 3 years old. His wife had become ill and no matter how hard Brian tried he could not cure her ailments, he stopped going to the church and dropped his priestly duties to remain by his wife, playing her songs to keep her calm and generally just keeping her company. He thought that with enough prayer and love she would be right as rain. He was wrong. Her illness persisted for a few months before Fiona finally passed on.

Brian mourned her loss, raising his daughter now on his own. He found that his music worked well to keep her calm when there were moments when Fiona's love was clearly needed, the music kept him at bay as well. He soon returned back to church and back to his priestly duties, keeping his daughter by his side and under his watchful eye, making sure he doesn't lose another life dearly important to him.

One day Brian was at church, his daughter sitting about entertaining herself as her father works when a man comes running through the door screaming frantically, he started saying things that made Brian's hair stand up on end. The scourge were coming and they're destroying everything in their path. Brian quickly ran outside the church and beckoned all in the area to seek refuge, once most were inside he sealed the doors shut, he moved to his daughter and kept her wrapped tight in his embrace, but he could see that she was unsettled and the fear only grew worse as the screams outside grew louder. Brian released his daughter, quickly moving about the church, he retrieved his lute, sitting back down beside his daughter as he began strumming a peaceful tune, a lullaby he played for her to put her to sleep.

He watched the fear diminish from her expression as he played. His gaze soon moving about the church, some ignoring his music, others watching him with intrigue. His daughter seemed more calm, resting against him with her eyes closed. Suddenly a loud bang echoed through the church, the door to the church seeming to jolt. Brian's fingers stop abruptly as everything fell silent. Another loud bang was heard, his daughter and everyone else now alert, staring at the door in fear. There was one final bang before the door finally gave and the undead started to flood in. Everyone yelling in fear as they bumped into each other frantically, searching for a place to hide or escape, stuck like rats in the church. Brian quickly wrapped his arms around his daughter, covering her eyes as he lowered his head closing his eyes as well. He knew this was it, there was no exit, no way out. He sat there, daughter clutched in his arms as he listened to the screams among him, suddenly something tugged at his arms, alarms rang in his head as his eyes opened, ready to defend his daughter. However once he opened his eyes that was it, he was met with complete darkness.

Brian opened his eyes... It seemed like years since he had done that... It seemed like years since he had even thought before. Who is Brian? What are these memories that flash about, like pieces to a jigsaw puzzle. He rose from where he lay, standing up as he looked over himself, his rotting body. He was greeted by another who seemed to have met the same misfortune he had. This Forsaken explained his predicament but Brian still seemed completely lost, he began moving amongst the piles of bodies, something beating at the back of his head, another thought, just another fleeting memory. He looked about his surroundings, bodies bodies and more bodies, most of their personal belongings appeared to be intact, he moved amongst the bodies, eyeing the memories of previous lives. Still trying to figure out the mystery of his own life.

He stumbled on something which made a weird sound. It wasn't a body. It was a lute. Suddenly something clicked. He picked up the lute, plucking one of the strings before staring at it silently for a second. He dismissed the thought looking about once more as he watched all the other Forsaken. He didn't know what to do so he simply followed the herd as the others roamed about, lute still in hand. The group walked amongst the dead, gazing at the remnants of towns that once stood strong. At one point they passed a church, this is when Brian stopped. He gazed at the church quietly before entering, the blurry memories slowly coming into focus. He stood there silently for quite a while, it must have been days. He doesn't know. After a very long while he finally made a movement, raising his lute.

He plucked a note, then another, then he began to strum. His fingers moving up and down the fretboard as he played a familliar tune, a lullaby. If Brian had the ability to cry, he would. He would weep. But instead his sorrows and his memories were projected through this lullaby. His previous life. His wife, the light that he followed. His daughter... His daughter. At the thought of that his fingers stopped. The chapel growing silent. He stood there again silently for another good few days before a Forsaken stumbled upon him. Brian finally broke his silence as the two began to talk. When the Forsaken asked him for his name, Brian replied with Dust. The Forsaken took Dust under his wing, showing him his new life in death.

Dust felt lost for so long, not knowing what to do with himself. He felt he was able to redeem himself at some point. But whenever he tried to heal a wounded animal he would feel the burn, the light not accepting his unnatural form. He soon realised he could use his lute as a way to relay light from his fingertips to the lute, then to the person with ailments. His fingertips would burn, but he felt it was worth it. Dust now spends his days looking for purpose and redemption, not worrying about some of the questions left about in his past life, that's all dust now, drifing away in the wind as he moves forward.