Kaylyn

Information

Player: Errata

Character Full Name: Kaylyn Grey

Character In-Game Name: Kaylyn

Nickname(s): Kay

Association(s): The Ebon Blade

Race: Human

Class: Death Knight

Age: Twenty-three

Sex: Female

Hair: Messy grey hair

Eyes: Blue and glowing

Weight: Hundred and thirty-seven pounds

Height: Five foot and four inches

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Kaylyn carries her scythe with her everywhere she goes. Mostly she is also accompanied by a robe. Kaylyn isn't likely to be seen in a suit of armour, however there is always the possibility.

Other: Kaylyn's skin is not the skin normal dead people bear with them. The cold that has manifested itself in her bones has long since spread to her skin as well and kept it… Cool. Only Kaylyn's hearing sense has not dulled since her death, the rest of her senses have grayed out since her demise.

Personality

Everything Kaylyn had cared for has been erased from the world. She is merely trying to look for anything for which she can care. Until then she's wandering through the world, looking for the end of it all. The frost that dominates Kaylyn's bodily features expresses itself as well through another feature of Kaylyn. The frost that inhabits Kaylyn's body has made it so she acts, walks and talks with a good amount of lethargy when speed is not required. Kaylyn also appears to take language far too literal, creating misconceptions and awkward situations through this feature. Kaylyn has always been curious. She started asking perhaps too many questions to compensate for the years lost to the will of the Lich King.

History

Kaylyn was born in a small isolated hamlet to the east of the grand metropolis of Stratholme. Her parents lived as farmers on the rim of this small society. Because of the isolated nature of the hamlet it suffered no harm in either the first or the second war. Kaylyn lived a simple life, she was raised on the farm of her parents along with her younger sister. The first few decades of their lives it was but an uneventful.

Suddenly everything had gone topsy turvy and Kaylyn was still from discovering this truth. She had just gone into the forest to gather some wood to fuel the fireplace for that evening. She hadn't noticed it immediately because of the dense undergrowth in the forest but once she entered a clearing there was a plume of smoke arising from her hometown. Under the assumption that it was just a big bonfire that was set up by the other villagers she continued to gather up more firewood.

As Kaylyn rode to the village with the cart through the gloom apparition of dusk she noticed that the smoke plume hadn't faded. In fact, it had grown to monstrous proportions. She sped up the cart as a sense of dread had slowly affirmed itself in her mind. Somewhere halfway down the road her trustworthy horse turned out to be not so trustworthy. He gave a sharp turn to the left whilst at full speed, hurling Kaylyn out of the saddle. Once the farm woman got up to her feet the horse had already bolted off along with the cart. Kaylyn dusted herself off, she could cry right about now but she was too anxious to do such a thing right now.

The fall from the saddle had left Kaylyn a sore ankle. She skipped along painfully, headed for the town. It was still a mile before she would actually reach the outskirts of the hamlet. Every step that Kaylyn took gave her a deeper sense of dread about the destiny of her hometown. It was getting dark soon but Kaylyn almost reached the hamlet. That first glance upon the smoldering hamlet was going to burned into memory for the rest of her life. Her pace quickened, it harmed her more than it did her good. She soon was braving the heat of the burning building in the town center. She called out.. Nothing but the crackling of flames. She called out again.. No, it was useless.

The flames prevented Kaylyn from crying. The woman pushed herself to see if the farm had suffered the same fate. She had to know what had happened. Kaylyn's stomach hadn't been designed for this. She heaved as she saw the charred remains of someone she knew, she just didn't know who he or she was anymore. She pushed on, spreading the contents of her stomach over town. She soon had nothing left to expel. The farm seemed to have been struck by.. A meteor? It was unexplainable and all Kaylyn knew that the farm was devastated. What had happened? No. She decided not to linger anymore, she had to get out of there or she was going to die. That much was certain.

She couldn't walk anymore, she concluded. Not with her sprained ankle. There was some glistening on the field next to the house. Kaylyn moved to it and looked around. All she ever found on that desolated and burning farm was a scythe. Kaylyn supported her bad leg with the scythe. She left that hamlet, shocked by what she assumed had happened. She staggered and gasped for breath. He vision became blurry. The next step wasn't a step. She fell to the ground, exhausted. Kaylyn had no more strength to prevent her from going knock out on the middle of that road.

A glimpse was caught, a glimpse of a living and breathing man. He wasn't covered by charcoal. She smiled at the man or at least she thought she did. She woke up. She woke up in a bed. It had all just been a nightmare, Kaylyn tried to convince herself. She soon found that she was lying to herself as there was sudden icy pain in her ankle. She peered around the room. This wasn't her room, she claimed with a sore throat. She was barely able to even speak. It took a while for him to finally enter the room. He brought her some old bread and water, apparently there wasn't a great abundance of food around.

She cleared her throat and composed a quick sentence that was barely audible. “What happened?” The man shrugged and just smiled. He seemed a kind man in his late twenties. Kaylyn repeated the question in a louder tone of voice. There was still no answer except for the gentle nod of the man. Kaylyn tried it the third time but found her voice to be wrecked already. The man sat at the end of the bed and placed a consoling arm around Kaylyn's shoulders. He whispered to her: “I'm John. Just eat and drink. You should also get some rest. I have already bandaged your foot. You'll be all right. All right?” Kaylyn was a fool to believe him.

After about a week of being hospitalized Kaylyn had improved much. Her physical state at least did improve, she was almost fully healed. Kaylyn still could not believe what had happened to her village. John had told her that he didn't know what was happening but all he knew what that they were safe. He was harboring the two of them in an abandoned house in the far east of Lordaeron. Now that he mentioned it, the house was rather worn down. At least they were safe.

Kaylyn was afoot in the house in the week there after. She still hadn't quite gotten past the shock of having her whole way of life destroyed in the blink of an eye. She caught John speaking to himself about the damned Undead. She inquired and John denied it all. It was an odd affair those two had in the worn down house in the far west of Lordaeron in some creepy forest. John had finally cracked after Kaylyn's many attempts to find out what was going on. He told her everything he thought she had to know. About the Scourge, the demons and the whole shebang.

There was a reason why this house wasn't inhabited anymore. The day after Kaylyn had become more fearful of the world outside was a black day. There was a reason why this house wasn't inhabited by anyone but them. Kaylyn left with haste after John had passed away. That was the reason the house wasn't inhabited. The house was rickety. A beam decided to break, the chimney decided to collapse and John had prematurely decided to try and get the stove working again. A couple of bricks later and John's blood was seeping through the cracks in the floor.

The scythe had been lying outside as if it had been waiting for them to leave the house. Kaylyn rushed away from that horrific image. It wasn't horrific image, it couldn't be horrifying anymore. The only thing she wanted now was to see the world suffer. She had made her decision, she was going to look for the Undead. She found undead. The first step beyond the forest and she ran into a scourge troop. The leading necromancer had the courtesy to let her live, at least for a while. “Why are you here?” He inquired. Kaylyn only spoke the words on her mind, it was a rash decision. She replied: “I am here because I could be elsewhere. The world does not know enough of.. Suffering.” A dagger plunged itself into her heart. Kaylyn died.

Kaylyn opened her eyes. Everything was dull grey. There was no smell only sound. The crickets outside had made enough racket to awaken Kaylyn. The voice in her head took over, she obeyed and moved. Kaylyn didn't care anymore, she had given her life away. It was partially out of curiosity but it was mostly the effect of stupidity. Just another drone in a war without purpose. Kaylyn fought because she was ordered, she slaughtered people and animals alike. There was no distinction anymore.

Kaylyn was forever changed after she was freed from the Lich King's grasp. She started asking the questions she could never ask when she served the Lich King. She held no attachment to the world anymore. The only attachment left to remind of whom she used to be was that scythe. Her runescythe. There was nothing to return to. Kaylyn had joined the Ebon Blade to avoid being marked a rogue Death Knight, she didn't care much for revenge on the Lich King. It took a long while before she was actually contacted and sent off to Northrend. She was only there to help any settlements from being run over by any remaining Scourge until Lich King had fallen.