Eirsoleth

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Player: Absolutionist

Character Full Name: Eirsoleth Palchimer

Character In-Game Name: Eirsoleth

Association(s): Scourge (former), Alliance (former), Forsaken Deathguard, Black Harvest

Race: Forsaken

Class: Warrior

Sex: Male

Age: 57

Hair: What's left is a brittle, green-tinged black.

Eyes: Having only one eye left, with the other socket being empty, his remaining eye looks to be a murky white.

Weight: Getting lower and lower every second. For now, holding at 196 Ibs.

Height: 5'8", stooped. If he could stand straight, about 6'0".

Appearance

Eirs, as a member of the Deathguard in general Forsaken society, usually wears their common garb. To most, this presents him as just another undead soldier, with nothing really special about him. Complementing the garb, however, is usually a shovel he carries with him wherever he goes, in addition to a sword and buckler.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Eirs, in short, is a crazed undead that, after multiple resurrections, has become obsessive over his work. As a gravekeeper, who's really more of a graverobber for digging up corpses for the mages and apothecaries back in Undercity, he takes immense pride in his work and has an appropriate ego to match. As far as any issues might go, his craziness tends to make people think of him as a crochety old man who's been around too long... which, he sort of is. Oh, and he has this thing where he eats humans.

History

Oh, Eirsoleth's story starts off simple enough... His father, grandfather, and most of his cousins died during the Second War which raged across Azeroth. Raised solely by his impoverished mother, he had a hard time growing up, without any form of education. No one ever tried to apprentice him to any trade, nor bothered to even give him a glance when he tried to become a soldier. His life was bleak, very much so... until he went to the gravekeeper in Brill, where he was finally put to work.

As a gravekeeper himself, he didn't take much pride in his work, nor much pleasure. Years passed and he toiled away as others, better off from the get-go, managed to make lucrative careers elsewhere. But not him, never him. He toiled for six coppers per grave, every day. He dug graves, warded off scavengers, killed graverobbers, and brooded on the horrible life of the poor. And beneath it all, a bitterness grew and grew.

When the Scourge came to Lordaeron, he remained unawares until the day Arthas killed the King and usurped the throne, unleashing the Scourge upon the lands. Suddenly, Eirs was fighting against those he'd so recently buried. He never burned them, though. He buried them all again and again, madness and bitter hate welling up inside him every time one of the dead would rise, only to be pummeled back into its grave and buried once more. In the end, though, he died.

Death should have been a release for him, a chance to finally be rid of the world and its cruel ironies. Instead, he was brought back into the world as an undead thrall, subservient to the Lich King and his pet necromancers.

Five times, he was brought back from death. Four times he died again.

It was the fifth resurrection in which his freedom of mind was granted, though the damage had long since been done.

The Lich King had been weakened, Arthas had fled, and Sylvannas had taken a faction of the dead and begun to carve a niche for her new 'people' in Lordaeron's ruins, destroying her enemies one by one.

As the Forsaken retook the ruined towns of their past lives, the need for fresh bodies to raise became apparent and the twisted psyche of undeath justified the need. Eirsoleth became one of those who, in life, he'd killed for criminals. He scavenged the dead, dug up corpses for raising, and he cared not a whit.

Only his pride as a gravekeeper remained to him, even if his true role had changes. "Once a gravekeeper, always a gravekeeper." That became his motto for his undead life, his pride and joy to serve the Forsaken and one day build a place for himself in which he had importance. If he couldn't be important in life, then why not in undeath?

While his madness remains and his pride is great, Eirs will continue to do his duty to the Forsaken, no matter what. His loyalty, substantial and built upon such foundations, can never be in doubt.