Megan

Information

Player: Reigen

Character Full Name: Megan Joy Solset

Character In-Game Name: Megan

Nickname(s): Meg

Association(s): Formerly Dalaran

Race: Human

Class: Necromancer

Skills and Abilities: Average abilities of a mage and basic abilities as a necromancer. She's still learning and has a long way to go.

Age: 32

Sex: Female

Hair: Dark auburn, hints of purple dye at the roots.

Eyes: Mahogany

Weight: 179 lbs

Height: 5'6"

Appearence

Megan normally dresses in light clothing made often of silk. Her normal outfits consist of loose shirts, tighter pants, long boots and a steel dagger at her hips. When performing her sacrificial rituals she tends to wear darker clothing of reds, browns and blacks as not to stain them, sometimes she'll wear a butcher apron in order to cover-up her deeds. When she expects a gather of sorts with higher class people she will dress in blues and golds accompanied by whatever glittering trinkets she may have.

Other: The girl has an unnatural obsession with elven styled items, influenced by the High Elves turned Blood Elves. Sometimes if you catch her at a 'bad' moment, she'll be dressed in the red and gold of the Blood Elven people.

Personality

Megan appears to be a rather happy girl of wealth. She speaks sweetly to the boys, respects and listens to her elders and preforms the duties of a woman with ease. Her clothing is nice and tidy and she always presents herself to the public as clean and well-behaved. She is, for all the world to see, a sweet girl with a bright and wondrous future ahead of herself. Sadly this is far from the truth.

The girl is a bitter one with a heart as venomous as the blade she wields. Megan wants nothing more than to see her own people burn for what was done to the one she loved and is convinced loved her back. She holds nothing but hatred for those outside of a select few and would sooner watch someone bleed for hours than even so much as grant them a bit of mercy. Her wits have long been lost, that much is clear by the dark path she has turned to for such a whimsical and typical reason: Immortality. She has performed rites of sacrifices on the will of the one who is teaching her and from the book of many false practices. She has no reason not to believe its words even though it was written by someone who's sanity flew long before she was even a spark in someone's eye.

Megan is obsessed with a man she once dated back when she was training as a mage. This quickly became unhealthy for her and she has now devoted her entire life into making things right to him. Her motivation to becoming a necromancer is so that she may become immortal in order to live forever with the elf who is now a death knight. Her obsession knows no limits and will likely be the death of her.

She is one of those people who just wants to watch the world burn in unholy flame while bathing in the blood of the innocents.

History

"What does one do when everything she loves has been torn away from her?

Oh sure, I was born a spoiled rich brat in that kingdom now overrun by 'forsaken'. I walked the walk and I talked the talk, went to all those lessons as I was growing into a girl my wealthy old father could brag about. Piano lessons one day followed by dance lessons the next. Speech classes were also important and I cannot tell you how much I hated the middle day of the week where I would learn how to be a 'proper' woman. I admit I had a bit if fun in my drawing and theater class, as useless as they are to me now, and my last day was, of course, a day of prayer to the very light that has now forsaken me and you. Such was the life of being the child to an old noble whose wife was with a different man every night. I often wonder if I truly am his blood child.

As soon as I was of age, my mother was quick to send me off so I'd not blab to my 'father' about how I saw Father Winter kissing mommy under the mistletoe. Considering she wanted me as far away as possible, I was sent to live in Dalaran and study as a mage rather than devote my life to the church. No expense was spared at the risk I would complain to my 'father' and be brought back home. That's fine anyway, the mages didn't force me to worship, though I still tried due to how brainwashed I was by the Light at such a young age. Dalaran was a bright city and I enjoyed it greatly from the routine that was back at my old home.

My studies were so exciting! Day after day I would learn things that I never thought possible and I was quick to learn that nothing was impossible for a mage. How I suddenly loved my mother for giving me such an opportunity in life compared to the priesthood my 'father' wished of me. I grew to love this city and I knew that I would never wish to leave it so long as I had a choice. It was here at this beautiful place that I met -him-.

He was tall with sun-touched skin and a face that any women could love. His bright blue eyes bore into my soul and I could have easily have died staring into them. It mattered not to me that his ears were pointed and his people living an unnaturally long span of life. All that mattered to me was the feeling I got when I was around him, a feeling that I would have traded the world for.

A feeling that I -will- trade this world for.

I followed him around, spoke to him whenever the chance was given and dreamed often about how we would live our lives together. It seemed almost a miracle to me that he would return my feelings in full, having me prance around in front of his friends and bragging about how I was such a rare creature. It mattered not to me that his friends would laugh and speak in that language of theirs, all I knew was that he was mine and he would be that way forever. Thoughts of how short I would live did pain me...but with magic, anything was possible.

Then that horrid prince went and ruined it all, curse the very name you were born by, Arthas!

My love had to leave because of a death in his family, some sort of freak lynx accident. While he was gone...I really can't explain it well to this day. I was woken by screams from my nap on the library's table, I heard buildings falling and the snapping of bones. I didn't know what to do until the floor I stood on began to rumble. The ceiling collapsed on me but I and a few others in the room managed to make a shield to protect us. Others did not reach us in time and I saw their blood leak from the floor, I saw their limbs snap away from their bodies.

It ended just as soon as it started. When we could, we dug our way out and hide in the basement of this library. We salvaged what books we could and I snuck away to the back in order to cry, worried about if I would ever see my darling again. Voices would soon be heard from above, calling for survivors. I grabbed whatever book I could reach without looking and made my way out. It was then news of my homeland reached me.

Everyone was dead, my mother and father perished in a fire after seeing their friends rise as abominations. They died heroically, burning down their own home on top of themselves in order to destroy as many of the undead as possible. My wealth was gone due to the survivors taking what they could and fleeing and my name no longer had any significance to it. This was all fine, I simply wanted to know if my lover was safe. I broke down crying once I heard that the city of Quel'thas has been attacked as well and almost all of the elves slaughtered.

It would be almost two years before I saw him again, his blue eyes were gone and replaced by this sickening green color. I could accept that though. I ran to embrace him only to be shoved back in a fit of rage. He called me a traitor, demanding to know why the humans would betray his kind. I had no idea what he was talking about of course but he seemed pained. He said that we humans took everything away from him, that his family died and it was all our faults. He claimed he would take vengeance first again Arthas and then against all humanity. I was hurt when he left and found out the truth soon after.

He joined the Argent Dawn and so did I to follow him. I watched from a distance in order to make sure no other dared to make a move on what was mine. He went missing one night after several assaults on our camp and the next I saw him, he was one of the scourge. At least his eyes were blue again, if a bit of a brighter blue. I still wanted to love him and was promptly sent home because of mental health concerns. I soon lost my faith in the Light after all these horrible things kept happening to him.

Nothing could stop me from being with him though...nothing.

It was in my little tent outside of Stormwind that I found that old book I had grabbed. It seemed as though fate smiled on me because this book had the name of just the person I needed to solve the problems of my now rather horrid life-span difference. I sought out the owner, spending any funds I might have had remaining in order to find the man living in den once filled by bears. He was raving mad, that much was pretty obvious, but he spoke the words I wanted to hear. It seemed this 'necromancy' would solve all my problems. He said that one day, when I learned enough, I could become immortal and live out my life with my darling once more.

So I started to train under him in these darker arts. I must say I got a rush upon the first ritual we did, watching the women bleed out as we used her heart to give to the shadow. Soon my reasons started to include getting vengeance on all humanity for causing my lover to suffer so. First that horrid prince and then the betrayal of my race to his? Humanity had crossed the line and I will be sure that they all suffer as he suffers. I'll feed their hearts to the man I love if only to prove to him that I am not one of them.

My master and I made a living off offering to bring a person's loved one back for a high price, sadly for our 'customer' it normally involved the loved one eating their corpse. That's how I have these nice things, after all! I couldn't have afforded them because my parents both died! I'm glad they're dead though, now I don't have to kill them myself. Funny how fate works like that, right?

Now I still train with my master, the learning is a bit slow because he has fits and gets ill often, and that's what you're here for! He says the blood of maidens makes him feel well and I need him to be well in order to teach me. I'm terribly sorry about this, but you must understand that your life is nothing compared to the life of my lovers, even if he is a death knight. You are but human and so am I in a sense.

But soon?

Soon I'll be more than human."