Gavrill

Information

Player: Whym

Character Full Name: Gavrill Thiersen

Character In-Game Name: Gavrill

Nickname(s): 'Slipfinger', 'Who-just-scratched-me?!'

Association(s):

• Formerly: Lordaeron Intelligence, Stratholme's School of Theathre
• Currently: Independant, those he sympathises with

Race: Forsaken

Class: Rogue

Skills and Abilities: Gavrill possesses a -vast- knowledge about poisons, being able to mix quite the lot of them. He also is knowledging of elixirs which induce hallucinations – hallucinogens. Beyond this, he is agile in combat and skilled in the wielding of daggers, one in each hand.

Age: 42, when he died

Sex: Male

Hair: Rather long, a grey-ish colour. Combed.

Eyes: Ghostslights. A shining blue

Weight: 83KG

Height: 1.81M

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: A set made of leather, in a rather dark-brown colour. Two daggers are sheathed to his girdle. A cloak was also slung over his shoulders.

Personality

Gavrill is an enthusiastic man, his words are wielded with confidence, and so he appears. He enjoys theathre, the drama and the deceit, the play. Even in death, these traits still carried over. He also seems to be extremely polite, a gentleman's touch to whomever he encounters. However, he rarely sympathises truly with someone, most are deceived fools to him, serving him for nothing but amusement. He abuses trust to achieve his own personal goals, however is willing to aid a friend in the achieving of their goals. Open hostility is rarely shown by him, however a slight racism still remains with him, in particular against Orcs and trolls, to an extent. He also tends to mistrust forsaken. If he is given a task, he is set on fulfilling him, dutyful and loyal, he certainly is.

He is often perceived as a quite whimsical fellow, not quite aided by the fact of his undeath and his theatrical nature. Yet, underneath lay almost philosophical views, a complex system of moral and perhaps even a poetic aspect of him.

History

Gavrill was born in the city of Stratholme, to a father who was a rather high-ranked member of the military of Lordaeron and a seamstress who specialised on sales with the nobles and 'high-society' of Stratholme, as such his family was not noble but had more than enough money to live. His youth was rather uninteristing, school and education at home, particularly in the military section tended to dominate his time. He had an interest in philosophical questions, even at a young age and enjoyed accompanying his parents into the theathre, it was pure amusement, gorgeousity for him! A good student, he was. Intelligence he had and school was not a bore to him, eventually as he matured more and more, he decided to join the School of Theatre in Stratholme and studied the play.

This soon would prove to be an advantage, for he had no perfect goal in live, but to perceive people, as he was around the age of 19. He was a petty-thief, abusing the trust with people and remained undetected for quite the long time before eventually, he was deceived on his own, however by a member of Stratholme's Intelligence service, instead of prison, he was given the option to join them. And so he did, joining their ranks. There, his theathrical and deceiving skills were swiftly distinguished, he was educated in the dealings with poisons and alchemy, for his education as a hitman for the intelligence force.

Yet again, eventually he had enough knowledge about poison and the dealing with daggers, that he was capable of performing his work, barely any emotions were spared when he slipped the poison into the target's system, letting the vile liquid do the work. More and more time passed, his time mostly spent with work, continous visits in the theatre and deceiving people himself, he was truly in rapture. Gavrill was given a mission, eliminating a target in Andorhal.

Sadly, it turned out that the Scourge was running that village over at the -exact- time when the Scourge was rolling over the village, eventually...Gavrill ended to the hands of the plague, being risen as one of the scourge. Mindless, the voice in his head was his actor now, he was but a puppet in a play, however he was mostly used as a pawn of the Scourge. Until, one day, he was freed of the whispers, regaining a consciousness of mind and a will. Confused, he gathered his mind and headed towards the city known as Undercity, spending the last bits of money he had for proper equipment, even if he did not trust these...Undead with a proper will, even if they greeted him as a brother.

He began roaming, still in knowledge of his former profession and the poisons, looking for more vile ingredients for his liquid killers, searching for more potent means of killing, even if he had no employer, at the moment being. Knowledge was his drive to these actions, until a few months ago, he dedicated his life enjoyment again, poetry as a new-found hobby, the mixery of poisons and elixirs and the occasional theatre, he was performing with himself.

What happens now, remains to be seen, albeit there is a goal set in mind, and noone but himself would be knowledging of it, an old oath...