Sudeth

Information

Player: Forenzic

Character Full Name: Before Lordaeron Incident: Sudeth Thermian. After Lordaeron: Sudeth Ironjaw

Character In-Game Name: Sudeth

Nickname(s): Sudeth

Association(s): The Red Rose, Himself.

Race: Forsaken

Class: Rogue

Skills and Abilities:

Salvation/Remorse

Sudeth has two blades he uses during his fights with his foes. His first blade, which is silver, he calls 'Salvation'. Whenever he is deemed with the task of disposing of someone who is either a very noble or righteous person he will deal most damage with this blade. His red, fel-steel blade 'Remorse' is mostly used when he believes the person he is fighting is doing it for the wrong reasons or is plain "evil" (as in a broad term) he will use his red blade more often and show no remorse.

Age: 36

Sex: Male

Hair: Pale yellow, which is swept back. He usually wears a black hat to cover it up.

Eyes: A pulsating yellow

Weight: 165 lbs.

Height: 6' 1

Appearance

Sudeth usually sports an all red attire, with corresponding shoulder pads, gloves, boots, tunic, and leggings while also wearing a red tabard with a Rose symbol on it for the Red Rose. He also wears a black hat.

His weapons are two blades he keeps sheathed to his back, which he names "Salvation" and "Remorse". Salvation is his silver blade which he mainly uses in his left hand, landing dangerous blows with it only if he believes if his target is noble or fighting for a good cause. Remorse is his red, fel-steel blade he primarily uses with his right hand. He uses Remorse when he believes his target is fighting for an evil or dangerous cause, and needs to be dealt with quickly and with no remorse.

Other: He believes he's the middle ground between nobility and destruction.

Personality

Alignment: As neutral as you can get.

Sudeth is an incredibly dry, cynical person which barely has any other emotion other then a blank nonchalant poker face he always has on. The only times he's usually joking or having a good time is when he's with his matron Ormica or members of the Red Rose. . .or whenever he's succeeding in an assassination attempt. Most of the time he's his usual cynical and serious self, cracking a dry and sarcastic joke every once and a while to let people know he's not always serious.

Along with his nature, Sudeth usually sports a poker face at all times, showing little to no emotion physically. This is partly due to his jaw was made solid, not being able to move along with his face into a smile or frown but sometimes he can force it into one if he really means it. He keeps his emotions to himself most of the time unless he knows it's either comfortable or even safe to express them loudly and proudly. Being the cynical person he is, he has the tendency to piss people off without even giving it a second though.

Another feature of Sudeth is his incredible loyalty, for anyone he works for or if he has kept a promise. He strives on being able to protect or help his boss or recruiter whenever he or she needs him, but will take his leave if they don't require his assistance. It can get annoying at times to some people, but his passion for protecting the people he works for is what makes him a brutal competitor in the field.

History

(It's in two parts; one for his life in Lordaeron and one for nowadays life as a forsaken.)

Sudeth story begins long, long ago in the city of Lordaeron before the Third War, where he was known as Sudeth Thermian; a name which would be a forgotten note after the war.

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Part I: Beginnings in Lordaeron

Sudeth was born into a family of simple common folk, they were above the dirty peasants but defiantly not high & mighty enough to be considered rich or a noble. It wasn't a great living condition for his life, but it was probably the best he could ever have. He learned a great many things through the hardships his family had to go through; loyalty, kindness, morality and everything in between was taught to him between his birth and his untimely demise. It's not a surprise that everything he learned when he was alive was more then anything he could have learned then when he was a forsaken.

Along with his two hardworking parents he had a good number of siblings to interact with; two younger brothers and one older sister. From a young age, he always had a great friendship with all of his brothers and more importantly his one sister, Theryl. Due to his parents both having jobs and working all day, him and Theryl acted as father and mother figures (respectively) when they got old enough, which really brought the two close in a great friendship. The respect and trust he had for his sister far outnumbered any he had with his parents, and thus was planted the seeds for his trusting and loyal personality today. Even into his teens, he did whatever he could to help or please his sister and all of his family members, knowing they would always have his back if anything made a turn for the worse. A special bond, one that would escalate to loyal protector of the Red Rose he is to this very day.

When he was around twelve years old he realized something important; If anything happened to his brothers and sisters would he be able to live with himself? Would he be able to continue living on as he was before, except by himself with none of his loved ones around. He realized as the oldest son of the household he needed to be able to protect his loved ones if they were ever attacked or their house was broken into when his parents were away on work.

Even if his family were around middle class, they still didn't have the kind of money to go out and by a training sword for Sudeth to use, as his parents even laughed at the idea of him wanting to be the family's "protector" since he was only twelve. They knew he was only fit for taking care of the family at that age, not protecting his family with his life. So, Sudeth got the next best thing: a plain old broom, which sounded silly at first but it did help him get into the movement of using a weapon and differing between stances to protect himself. He would practice wherever he could; in an alley way, in front of his house, and even inside his house although he made sure to keep away from his siblings and the furniture so he wouldn't damage anything. For months he practiced, even with the snickering and laughter that came from his family as they seen him moving and stabbing with a broom (Which he cut the bottom part off so it was more of a wooden pole). He ignored the laughter of his family, because he knew being able to save his family from anything is worth more then feeling embarrassed stabbing with a broom.

After around a year using his pole sword, he grew tired of only using one "blade", as he knew a person skilled with duel blades could do more damage then a man with one blade. After all, he thought the pole he was using as a "sword" was too long for a one-handed sword in the first place, so he broke it in half. It felt much more natural to him that way since he was able to move around much quicker then using a long "sword", he was also to get off a lot more slashes off which was always an improvement. He worked on his twin "sword" style with his broom stick(s) for a couple months, not taking as long as in the beginning since he got the basics down. Now that he felt comfortable using two poles as swords, it was time to work towards getting the real thing.

He knew the only way he was going to be able to get real swords was to get a job (or at least some odd jobs) and save the coin to buy them. Due to his age, he didn't bother going for a job for a couple more years so he wouldn't be mocked at for his age since being thirteen wouldn't really allow him to be able to work all that hard as full grown men. For the three years he waited to get a job, he aimed towards perfecting his skills with his twin swords. Every other day (since he had to help take care of his siblings he couldn't train every day) he would either be out in the alley's swinging his swords towards random objects practicing his stances and movements, or inside his house working on his precision (mostly by not knocking anything over during his sessions). And sometimes he would travel outside the city into a vast field or a dense forest and practice in solitude, only the sound of the wind blocking his motions. Even if he was sure he mastered the art (which he never would be able to training by himself), he would go out and train, train, and train some more.

When he was around fifteen, he went over to the closest blacksmith he could find even though he didn't have a coin to his name. Although he wasn't able to buy anything, all he had to do was look around the shop and picture himself using the different kind of swords that were available to him. He imagined himself going through foe after foe, defeating one after another to defend himself and his family that was in danger. It gave him an incredibly feeling inside of him, almost bringing himself to tears on how he was able to protect his family from anything that came his away. He would go back to the blacksmith every now and then, looking at the swords and weaponry that was offered and wondering what he was going to get when he was finally able to gather the coin. The blacksmith started to notice this after the while, and began chatting Sudeth up every once in a while when he came into his shop, exchanging comments about the different weapons that he made and the techniques Sudeth has learned. It got to the point where the blacksmith actually offered Sudeth a job, which really did bring a smile to his face. It was nothing glamorous, all he needed to do was carry some cargo to and from the nearby port so they could be shipped off. Sooner then later after working for the blacksmith, Sudeth finally pocketed enough coin to be able to purchase two dual swords. Although like the job they weren't that special; two copper one handed swords he could use to practice with, but it was better then a broomstick.\

Once he finally got his swords, Sudeth almost got down on his knees and cried tears of joy. He was finally able to train and practice with real, deadly swords that could slice through his foes with ease. Being a protector for his family could be seen in the future by Sudeth, as he knew if he continued down this path no friend nor foe would ever be able to harm him or his family.

He got to work quick, as training with two swords instead of a broken broomstick would be different in stature and in accessibility. He couldn't practice with them in the house anymore because he could cause a huge amount of damage if he even made one slight mistake. A misstep could lead to a broken lantern or one of his family member's heads soaring off out of a window and into the street. Because of this he began traveling outside the city more and more, beginning to take a liking to training in an open field or in the forest in solitude then in the busy city full of commotion. Every now and then he did train in the alleyway, since some days he had to be close to his family to watch over his siblings while his parents and sister are out working. He still figured himself as a father figure to his younger brothers even though they were around ten to thirteen respectively. He mostly watched over them out of protection then more of a father figure anyway.

Sudeth was quick to figure out the way to handle sword work was vastly different then using a broom he broke in half. They were heavier, larger, and with one wrong move a deadly mistake could happen resulting in his entire venture being pointless. It felt like he was starting all over again, sadly, as he was trying to adapt to a vastly upgraded version to what he used to use. But, he did pick up quickly though since he already knew the basic movements of the blades, including the stances for his fighting style.

Once again he trained for months, balancing out his training with working for the blacksmith and helping out his family (A little less on the family since his siblings were starting to be able to take care of themselves). As said he practiced outside the city in a vast field, or if he felt like working on his precision he went into the most dense part of the forest and practiced there, attempting to hit in between all of the close, dense trees so he would be able to strike swiftly with great accuracy. He developed a stronger body due to his training with the real swords, which transcended into being able to carry larger loads for the blacksmith to the port which then led to a higher pay for his efforts. Once he had a good income coming in from his job, he started putting money towards his parents house debts which lifted the load of how much work his parents were required to do. They were able to take some time off to spend with their family, which strengthened Sudeth's family as a whole. His parents were proud of him helping the family in a way that didn't require training and practice, since they still relished the thought of needing a "protector" of the family. Sudeth just brushed off their opinions, because he knew what he was doing would be a great asset to his family's safety.

His life continued like this up until the Third War. He worked diligently for the blacksmith, trained in the field outside of Lordaeron, and helped take care of his family. It might sound incredibly mundane, but for Sudeth it was the happiest he has ever been with his life. . .and one of the last times he'll be -truly- smiling since.

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Part II: The Destruction of His Town & His Life as a Forsaken

Now is what begins Sudeth's tale of mind breaking, earth shattering life that would soon break him to the point of little to no emotion. His real life story begins one on of the darkest days of his life: the destruction of his town and his inevitable death. It all began when he came to the ripe age of twenty six, he was still doing the main things he was doing during his teenage years although a bit different: his job for the blacksmith turned into actually helping out the smith at his shop, his sister Theryl moved out on her own to the south and wouldn't tell Sudeth or her parents of where she was going, and he still kept on training with his swords. Except, during this year he wouldn't be in a joyous mood all day thinking about protecting his family or earning his keep as a strong, young man. No, this was the year that Sudeth Thermian. . .Died.

It all began on what seemed would be a normal day, with the town busy and the birds chirping in the distance. Sudeth was in his parent's house, getting ready to head on over to the blacksmith for another day of labor to earn some coin, and then planned on going out to the field to practice his sword skills. But at around 11:00AM he heard screams coming from outside his home: screams of murder, screams of pain, screams of sorrow, and screams that would stain. He quickly went to head outside, telling his younger brothers to go and sit in the den while he investigated, since his parents were out at work and he wanted to make sure nothing was happening in the city. He grabbed his swords before he went out, and stepped out into chaos. Bodies were everywhere, people were in the streets crying bloody murder that would shake the eardrums of even the most strongest man. He saw people out fighting these. . .creatures of nightmare while they added to the pile of bodies. The creatures they were fighting were something of nightmare mixed with the thoughts of an asylum inmate. Decrepit, rotting creatures that were led by some man that looked as if he was more demon then a simple human; someone who spoke in a dark, ghastly voice that seemed to command the creatures as if they were his puppets.

Sudeth was awestruck by what was happening that he couldn't move from the doorway of his house, all he did was stare at the chaos that was ensuing. In his daze, one of the nightmare creatures charged at him which made him quickly snap back to reality and parry the attack post haste. He had the creature pressing onto the steel of his blades, while his siblings ran to the door to check out what is wrong. "Get inside! Get Inside! Leave me out here and barricade the doors!" Sudeth yelled at them, his eyes burning with a passion that came from wanting to protect his family. He always knew he would be the one to step up to the plate of defending his family, but not this way. Not from ravenous, bloody thirsty creatures out with the task of ridding the life of everything and everyone. He quickly pushed the beast back with his blades, backing away and getting into his fighting stance as the beast yelled at him with a deafening roar. It charged at Sudeth, aiming to go for the man's throat with the intentions of ripping it out. He quickly sidestepped the attack and made a lightning fast slash at the beast's side, and his other blade going for the creature's head. Sudeth succeeded, and the mindless zombie laid there on the ground lying next to it's beheaded head.

Sudeth wasn't able to rest long though, as two more beasts started charging towards Sudeth in a monstrous, flesh hungry anger. He quickly leaped over the two zombies, quickly beheading both of them with slashes from his blades, just as the last one. Sudeth was gasping for air, mostly because he had no idea what was going on at the moment, everything was a blur to him. He was confused, angry, and was almost about to snap at the though of his parents being killed by these creatures. His thoughts were ended quickly though, as he realized he was now standing in the middle of all the chaos, and in the middle of the street. He looked around, seeing all of the dead bodies piling up everywhere with some of the zombies gnawing on them like wolves on their prey. He didn't pay attention to the six ghouls that had their attention fixed on Sudeth, charging at him with more force then the other three combined. This time, Sudeth wasn't able to react quickly enough and was taking by surprise. He did his best to try to fight off the multitude of ghouls, but in the end he failed at protecting his own life and the ghouls had succeeded. The first ghoul charged at Sudeth with it's hand out and grabbed a firm hold of Sudeth's jaw, prying open his mouth and attempting to rip it off. With the help of another ghoul, Sudeth's jaw made a horrible cracking sound and his entire jaw was ripped out of it's socket and detached from his face. A river of blood dripped from his mouth as he fell over in pain, crying out in excruciating pain as he felt his tongue out of his mouth, just hanging there. He looked over towards his family's house, reaching out an arm as if he could grab his family and protect them from all of the chaos and madness that was roaming in the streets. Sudeth could not hold his own will much longer and let his arm fall down with his body. He saw the ghouls get directed by their commander, and soon left him there as he was. A lone, cold body with blood oozing from his lower part of his face in an excruciating fashion, which caused him to finally give in and he blacked out.

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Sudeth woke up shocked. He almost toppled over onto his front side, but was able to catch himself on his knee. He looked down on the knee in question, and almost screamed but was too frightened. His skin had turn to a dank, old rotting color and his kneecap was jutting itself right out of his skin. He thought he would be able to smell something, but realized his sense of smell appeared to have disappeared, along with half of his sense of touch. He could barely feel anything anymore, just a rough outline of what his rotting body might have felt like if he could feel it 100%. Wondering where he was, he shockingly looked up to see a rotting man in front of him. They seemed to be in a tomb of some sort, he could see coffins lining the area of the small room with bodies and skeletons littering it. "Don't worry, you'll get used to the feeling soon." The rotting man said with a smirk, "Just be happy our lady saved you from becoming a mindless, walking zombie." Sudeth tried to respond to the man, but whenever he tried to talk all that would come out were grunts or some language no one would be able to understand. He felt his face, and almost screamed again in horror but was frozen with fear; his jaw was missing. He could feel his loose, flapping tongue descended from his mouth, not being able to lye on anything and was free to sling everywhere it pleased. "Hm, it seems your jaw must be missing." The forsaken man's eyes widened, "But I'm sure you'll find a way out of it." He laughed.

In anger and fear, Sudeth pushed past the forsaken man and charged up the stairs of the tomb, running and running up the continuing staircase. He reached the entrance, and appeared to see a land of death and sorrow; everything was either black, grey, purple, or a mix of one of the two. He fell to his knees, wanting to cry out in anger but his body wouldn't let him. He wanted to scream out in distress but his face didn't allow him. He wanted to punch the side of the tomb with his hand but his arms didn't let him. He was weak and battered, and felt he was never going to return to the way of happiness he had before chaos ensued.

Sudeth traveled for days. And days. And days. All he did was keep walking and walking, and walking, and walking along the road. He did come to a cross road where there was a zeppelin station nearby, so he decided he might be able to find someone that can help him across the seas. Equipped with a pencil and a notepad to write on for speech, he made his way to a land that went by the name of Durotar.

He got off the zeppelin, as he was getting tired of the goblins piloting it staring at his jaw-less face. He headed towards the gates of Orgrimmar, where he got even more of gasps and shocked faces and even a couple of screams from some of the women. He wrote down some questions in his notebook and "asked" around the city where an extremely good blacksmith was, because he had a plan. A jaw, bolted to his face, that would be made completely out of Iron. It sounded something of a dream, but he knew it was probably one of the only ways he'll be able to get on track of setting his life straight. He got told to a place called the "Valley of Honor" located in the northeastern part of the city, which he went to posthaste. He found the guy he was looking for and told him of his dilemma, which inevitably the Orc laughed at heartily. "A jaw made of iron?! Are you crazy forsaken? That would hardly ever work, your face would be set on only one state forever!" Sudeth looked him dead in the eye, walking up to him and trying his hardest to say, "I. Do. Not. Care." The Orc stepped back a bit, pondering to himself, "It will take a while then, and I will have to study the region of your face."

Days past of hard labor for the blacksmith, with forging Sudeth's new jaw entirely from scratch and Sudeth watched every minute of it. He studied the blacksmith's style and skill and compared it to the blacksmith he worked for in his original town. After the work was done, the hard part of it was attaching it to Sudeth's face which required a lot of time, effort, and a lot of bolts to hold it together. He screeched out in pain more then once when it was being attached to his face, the pain being almost unbearable but the thought of being able to talk straight for once pushed him through to the end. And then, it was over. After all of the struggle he went through getting it planted onto his face, he was finally able to talk and had a resting spot for his tongue. "So. . ." the blacksmith looked at Sudeth, pondering, "I think we've done it! Can you say anything?" Sudeth looked towards the blacksmith, gazing at him with two large pulsating eyes with his expression locked into a nonchalant poker face, "Give me a weapon." The blacksmith cringed and began to laugh, "I'm sorry, but I only did this to you because I love a challenge forsaken! A weapon will cost ye a little bit of coin." He put his hand out expecting some payment, smiling. Sudeth turned his head, looking over to the arrange of weapons the blacksmith kept out to display, his eyes laying on a red one and a silver one. "What are those two?" He pointed to the ones his eyes fixed on. "Well good to see you can talk straight! Those are some of my most fine-tuned blades. The silver one is made from solid steel, and is plated to be nearly indestructible. The red one is a special one I was able to craft from an order of fel-steel I got by mistake. I believe it's as strong as titanium." Sudeth looked towards the weapons, knowing there were a couple of ways he would be able to get them.

He turned back towards the Orc, and getting up. "Eh, It's a bit sad I don't have to a coin to my name right now, guess I wouldn't be getting a weapon then." The Orc smiled, "Don't worry you corpse! Come back with a bit of coin and I'll have these two swords here right and ready for you." Sudeth gazed over to the swords, knowing what must be done. In a blink of an eye, Sudeth quickly moved over to the weapons and grabbed them, swiftly bolting outwards towards the gate of the valley. The orc growled in anger, not realizing what just happened, "Wait Wh- You son of a b***h!" The orc roared, "I give you the only way you will be able to talk and this is how you repay me? I'll have you killed you rotting corpse!" Sudeth never looked back, he just bolted towards the gate of Orgrimmar so no one would be able to recognize him for the crime he had just committed. He sprang out of the gates of Orgrimmar, quickly sprinting down the road until he was outside the sight of the city. "Phew. . ." He said to himself. "That was a bit risky, but now I have two swords I can pra-" He came to a shocking realization mid-sentence as he gasped, that his days of practicing with his swords and thinking about his family are over. He dropped to his knees in pain, bringing himself to tears about how his knew life was about to start. He tried to frown as hard as he could, but his jaw was so firm and unbend-able he wasn't able to change it from it's regular normal face expression. His face was stuck with the same expression for the rest of his days. "And the worse part is. "He looked up to the sky in sorrow, yelling, putting his hands on his head, "I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER MY LAST NAME! MY FAMILY!" He bent over in tears, "Theryl. . .Mom. . .Dad. . ." he collapsed in sorrow and laid there until nightfall.

Over the years Sudeth changed drastically. His personality began to adapt to his same facial expression he could never change, becoming a person of neutrality and calmness. He rarely ever changed his interior expression to something of happiness or sadness unless it was something drastic or unexpected. He did not care for his family, his original town, nor his past experiences. He simply lost interest in thinking about what will never come back and chose to look forward in life instead of living in the past, reveling in pain of his lost loved ones. He learned brand new techniques and fighting styles, and quickly adapted to using his brand new blades. He even gave them names to let people know they were his weapons, which he also engraved into the blade itself. He named the silver blade, "Salvation" after what he expects to give people who come from the same background as him and fought for a good cause. He named the red one "Remorse" to show how he will never show remorse or pity those who fight to do nothing but kill and destroy. He -is- the middle ground of Nobility and Destruction. He -is- Sudeth Ironjaw.