Ordin

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Player: Majyk

Character Full Name: Orion Dinthos

Character In-Game Name: Ordin

Nickname(s): Bits

Association(s): Forsaken, Horde, The Black Harvest

Race: Undead (Forsaken)

Class: Warrior

Skills and Abilities: Has a typical warrior skill set. He can't really use shields all that well, since he has quit training with them so he can't use shield-based abilities. He prefers bladed weapons like swords, daggers and spears. He is rather formidable with these weapons. Like with shields, anything he doesn't actively train with he isn't proficient with.

Age he Died: 26

Age: 35

Sex: Male

Hair: Black

Eyes: Look like black pits, but his eyes are just receded.

Weight: 200 pounds

Height: 5'11"

Usual Garments/Armor: Ordin typically wears his plate armor 24/7. Seeing how he doesn't need to sleep and to pass the time he trains, he doesn't see the need in taking it off.

Other: Ordin knows how to sew. He learned how to make clothes for himself while he was alive, and in death he retained how to sew, however he has no idea how he can. He just can. He has a hole the shape of a sword 4 inches above his left eye brow and one smaller than it coming out the back of his skull, which is covered by hair. Ordin has a thing for swords, knives and some polearms, seeing how they can kill someone with the least amount of bodily injury, so they can enjoy their undeath better.

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Personality: In life he was a kind, yet stern man. In death, he can be viewed as sadistic. Seeing how his brain was somewhat injured in the process of reanimation, his thoughts are jumbled. He kept his loyalty in death. His love of the feeling of cutting down his enemies was retained as well. He believes that everyone should experience the “joy” of being undead. He doesn't see his reanimation as a curse; he sees it as a blessing. He doesn't remember most things, so he sees all the good with it: Never tiring, never needing to rest or eat, everything that held him back from becoming a grand warrior isn't in his way anymore. That said, he finds it his life's mission to “convert” people. He goes out in the name of the Sin'Sholai and kills for them. His loyalty keeps him from going overboard and killing the blood elves his people is allied to, or the people they want to see around. He sees the need, but he doesn't always fill it. He won't kill unless otherwise instructed, or he loses his wits and goes haywire. Ordin seems to be happy almost all the time. If a Forsaken could be called such.

History: Ordin, or Orion Dinthos was a rather typical man in Lordaeron. He was born and raised in Brill, became a member of the army at 18, found a wife at 22 and had several children. His life was good. Good enough for him anyway. He got up, he ate, he trained, and he went to sleep. Day in, day out and he was satisfied by it. He was always very loyal to Lordaeron. Standing up to any person who talked badly about his beloved homeland. That's why he joined the army. One day while out in patrol around Andorhal, he saw some weird person. They stumbled around as if drunk, but would fall to their knees and cough for long amounts of time. They might have been sick. He walked closer to get a better look and some of their flesh was falling off! As soon as he got close, the creature launched itself at Orion. He had to defend himself. He bashed the creature with his shield, hoping to stun it, but it kept coming. It tore at his armor and whatever slight strike he dealt it, it wouldn't stop. Eventually he just hit it with the pommel of his sword and knocked it to the ground. About that time, the other guards showed up and they had a rather lengthy conversation about what to do with it. None of them could find a decent answer. During the next week, there were more and more of them. Where were they coming from? After his term with Andorhal was up, he went back to Brill. There, Orion had nightmares night after night about what he saw. What was it? It wasn't quite a monster... But those things were once human! There was nothing anyone could do to help him, so he tried to suck it up. He acted as if it didn't bother him anymore. But it did. He couldn't escape from it. He trained day and night so he wouldn't have an idle moment to think upon it. His wife thought it unhealthy for him to train whenever he wasn't eating or sleeping, but did nothing to stop it. He still had the nightmares.

When he heard that Arthas was going to a place called Northrend to combat the plague at it's source, Orion cheered him on. He wanted that plague gotten rid of just as much as anyone, if not more. Orion was a little depressed that he didn't get picked to go to Northrend, but he understood. After all, he was just a lowly soldier, no one of rank. So Orion trained ever harder, sometimes he even forgot meals because that was his one true goal. To become good so that he can be of use to his homeland. Eventually, Arthas came home and was revered as a hero. Orion couldn't get anywhere close to the capital to cheer Arthas on, but that didn't stop him from having a celebration at his own house. It was the one time he was happy without training. He actually forgot his training that day. It wasn't until the next day that he heard the news that Arthas had killed his father and started turning Lordaeron's populace into the very undead creatures he defended Hearthglen from. Orion heard these rumors and didn't believe them. He couldn't. Arthas wouldn't kill his own father, and he damned well wouldn't convert his people into the undead that he hated so. Orion couldn't face the facts, but his wife could. She took their three children and ran with the others. Orion was torn, but stayed in his house regardless.

That night, they came. The undead came to his house while he was sleeping and killed him in his sleep. From there, he was resurrected. His wife and children only made it to the Silverpine Forest, and that's where Arthas sent some of the undead to convert the rest. It just so happened that Orion was one of the ones deployed there. They slaughtered innocent after innocent in Arthas' name, in the Lich King's name. He was then commanded to the north, to attack the High Elves of Silvermoon City. During the fighting of the siege on the Outer Gate, he suffered a rather nasty injury to the head that would keep him from remembering much of this later. The sword went straight in above his left eyebrow and came out the back of his skull, but it didn't keep him from cutting the elf's arm off and then slicing him in two. Through all the battles, Orion wasn't too badly scuffed up. A cut here, a would-be bruise there. Nothing major. Eventually, he was back in Lordaeron, at the capital. A dreadlord had just taken control of him and then he was fighting other undead. Many had escaped the capitol, apparently there were free undead now. Sometime during the fighting, he was freed, yet he had not the will to be. Yet. So he laid in the field where he was left. He just watched the sky go by. All his thoughts jumbling around, he couldn't make sense of any of them. It was like looking at a reflection in a fast moving river. You could vaguely see it, but that was all you knew.

Eventually, he found the strength to stand up. He looked around and saw nothing but desolate fields, dead bodies and trees. He began to walk around. How could he walk? One foot after another, it became easier. It's like he knew somehow, but how? What happened to have me lying in a field he wondered. How did he know these words? Everything was strange to him. Finally, after following what he remembered was a road, he found another person. They too looked like he did. He walked over to this person and they knew about him long before he knew about them. The person raised their sword and said: “What is your name?” Orion had to think about his one now… My name… Tumbled thoughts of names came flooding back to him, yet he couldn't make them out. “Your name!” The man raised his sword ever higher. “Or…” The man lowered his sword. “Yes?” Orion couldn't make any of the names out. “Or… Din…” The man sheathed his sword. “So your name is Ordin, eh? Glad to see another Forsaken.” Forsaken? What's a Forsaken? Am I one…? These thoughts came to Orion as the man led him away. “I'mma take you to Brill so we can find some use for you.” Brill! Suddenly jumbled thoughts of Brill came back to Orion, but again, he couldn't make any of them out. Eventually it was decided from his garb that he would be a part of the Forsaken's army. Eventually, he regained some of his thoughts. He regained his motor skills, his vocabulary, etc. But whenever he tried to sleep when it was dark, he had nightmares about a woman who didn't look like them and three little children that didn't look like them either. He also had visions of things he was told were ghouls and abominations. He asked several people about these nightmares and found out that they were his past memories. Memories of what he wondered.

One night while seeing these scenes, he saw himself training. Ordin then went outside and started training as he saw himself do. After several hours, he wondered to himself why he wasn't tired at all. He didn't notice, but he didn't need to eat or drink either. Some of the memories of being hungry, tired and thirsty came back to him. He didn't like them too much, he liked not having to sleep, eat or drink. He liked that he could train for hours on end and feel no exhaustion. If he could train like that… Maybe he could fight like that! Woah! Where did that thought come from? He wondered. Seeing how it was the Forsaken who brought him in, it was the Forsaken he pledged his undying loyalty to. The politics of the Forsaken were lost to him however, his brain was too damaged to pick up on everything.