Ulysses

Ulysses Flint
Player	Hawk
Title	<The Silent Smith>
Gender	Male
Race	Forsaken
Class	Warrior
Age	40
Height	6'6"
Weight	279 lb
Eyes	Yellow
Hair	None
Affilliation(s)	Undercity, Black Harvest
Occupation	Soldier, Blacksmith
Relative(s)	None
Mentor(s)	None
Student(s)	None
Companion(s)	None
Alignment	None
Status	Undead

Appearance

Ulysses is usually fully clad in green plate armour. The weapons he carries on his person are constantly changing, and they do tend to hold a green hue. He walks with his eyes never looking at anything other than his destination, and he may perhaps be dragging a weapon across the floor unceremoniously.

If one were to miraculously see him without his helmet on, they'd see he always has the same blank stare stained on his rotten and pale features.

He also holds onto a wedding ring that goes with him wherever he roams.

Personality

Ulysses Flint is purely a man of action and little words. For his entire life, and now unlife, he has been relentlessly serving other people. Sometimes by choice, other times by force. He gives a lot of his time and effort to others and often does so without asking for anything in return. Ulysses has found an aspect of Undeath that treats him kindly. Without the need to eat, sleep or drink he finds he is able to dedicate even more of his time to being a servant, and would not wish to have it any other way.

But the man always carries himself he were hollow. His voice rarely raises above a certain pitch, and whilst he is capable of feeling, he can barely express it at all. Whenever he is on a task, he devotes himself solely to completing it and nothing else. It's because of his ability to perform single-minded that many have found uses for him.

If in the event he is unable to serve and has nothing to work with on the forge, he persues a different passion of his. Art, and sometimes poetry. They tend to usually be gloomy or dark rather than cheerful, but he is a very skilled with a pencil and canvas.

Ulysses, unlike many, does not really hate the living. But he does find himself saddened when he sees people who have faces similar to the ones he once knew in life. Thus, he tends to avoid them. He doesn't find killing them to be satisfying at all.

History

"... Hello. I am Mr. Flint."

These are the words that marked Ulysses Flint.

He was born inside a nobleman's house, but his family were not related to them nor entitled to any of their wealth. His mother, father and sister were instead house servants. They would cook, clean, provide, and for the most part ensure that the lord never lifted a finger to do work he was capable of doing himself. But Ulysses never questioned it. In fact, the boy barely spoke to anyone. Not even his own parents.

The lord admired him in some respect. The boy never spoke unless spoken to, and he did absolutely everything asked of him. He was naturally disciplined without any tutoring, and no task ever had to be repeated to him. It was with these traits that the lord - who had no son of his own - would arrange for him to be married to his daughter. At the time he had little understanding of what was being asked of him, and continued to do his duty without hesitation whilst at the same time occasionally hearing snippets of news about the First War, but none of it affected him.

As he begun to mature, he was taught the art of blacksmithing by his father, who had the duty of crafting weapons of master level. Ulysses picked up the trade quickly, proving he was definintely his father's son. Though he had a long way to go before he was a master. At around this time he had also begun learning how to wield weapons, as well as a pencil and paintbrush. Ulysses' future was looking grand, but there was the bump in the road that inevitably came.

The marriage that was being arranged was to be official in two years time. But Helen, the daughter of the lord did not love Ulysses, nor did he love her. They were great friends, but they were not meant to be lovers. Though Ulysses was happy to stay, she was not. Helen was planning to leave, not wanting to be a pawn of her father's will. He did not have the heart to let a young, beautiful maiden wander the streets of Lordaeron alone, and thus he joined her in the great escape.

As to not draw attention to themselves, they decided it would be best if they parted ways. Though saddened to lose a friend, he bid her farewell and prayed she would be safe. For now, though, he had to focus on finding a job. A recently opened smithy was looking for workers. He approached a man who was working at the forge and stared at him.

"...Hello. I am Mr. Flint."

The owner was an old veteran of battle, and had high expectations. But fortunately, Ulysses was able to prove his worth after he crafted him a sword. He continued to fulfill the wishes of the veteran, and he was getting generous pay for it. The community he was living amongst were gradually beginning to recognise him, but knew nothing about him.

After a few years, Ulysses was still at the smithy. He hadn't received contact from the manor ever since he left, and he was now the owner of the shop after the old man has passed away in his sleep. It was in this time that he had earned the nickname "Phantom Flint" by the youth. He would never, ever be seen anywhere other than at the forge, hammering away at a weapon or a piece of armour. He didn't smile nor raise his voice. He would show up for work, drift here and there silently, and disappear. Not many words could be extracted out of him, but they still found him to be an extremely nice and polite man who they figured was just someone who liked to keep to himself. But he still remained a mystery to everyone.

One morning, someone entered his store who would change his life forever. He was working on a shield for a soldier when he heard the bell ring, and heard a voice call out. He paused what he was doing and looked up the stairs. It was usually his assistants who dealt with customer interaction, not him, and they were doing a delivery. But regardless he made his way to counter and blinked as he saw who came through the door. It was love at first sight. She was the most beautiful woman he had never seen. She had black curls hanging neatly from her head and a robe was covering her slender form. She looked quite simple at the time, and in truth she was a rather average looking woman - especially with her glasses on.

"... Hello. I am Mr. Flint." He said, with the first smile in years.

She returned the smile, but quickly remembered why she had come. She wanted some decorative weapons to hang in the house she recently purchased so that her home would look presentable for guests she was having over. After revealing her name to be Catherine, she left the smithy with the swords, but she also left with an invitation extended to Ulysses to join the celebration. Many people were surprised that they were actually witnessing "Mr. Flint" leave his smithy and even be within touching distance of more than 3 people at one time. He didn't talk much, but he was warmly welcomed to the party. He spent most of the day speaking with Catherine, for once engaging in real conversation. She brought out a different side of him that he didn't even know was there.

Two years later, the pair were married. Even his beloved old friend Helen had managed to take time out of her busy life to attend. The pair never had children, but were truly in love and happy. Ulysses continued to work at the forge and keep his business running, which was still a success after years. His wife, a priestess, was continuing to do her duties to the church. They were both servants. They helped others as well as each other, which was perhaps the thing that kept them together.

Soon, however, he would lose it all. The plague struck, and hit hard. Ulysses had picked up the closest weapon and ran out of the shop, cutting through ghouls and necromancers. It was all happening so fast, and they were all overwhelmed within seconds. But he was determined to reach the top no matter what to reach his wife, who was still in the church. Just as he was sprinting up the steps, a fiery boulder suddenly obliterated the church roof. Despite the church being up in flames, he refused to stand and just watch it burn.

He ran inside, hoping that she was still in there. To his horror, he saw a hand buried underneath a pile of rubble. It had a wedding ring. The wedding ring he crafted himself for her. His hands were scorched and blistered by the time he unearthed her broken body. He buried his head into his hands and sobbed, forgetting the world around him. He raised his head upon hearing the sound of sabatons thudding against the floor. A skeletal warrior plunged a jagged blade through his chest, and then... blackness.

But it wasn't the end for him yet. When his will was returned to him, he had nothing but memories. Memories of blood and slaughter, mixed with fuzzy and incomplete thoughts of his life when he was alive. He realised what he was. He was a monster who had absolutely nothing but his guilt and an axe. Though he would put himself to use once more. He would serve once again, no matter to whom. His new master was The Forsaken. He would help craft weapons of war, and when the war of the Lich King began, would be a soldier.

Eventually, the war came to an end. As did his service. At least, for a while. He came across a new cause to serve himself to. He stared at a commander in the eye with his fingers wrapped around a spear.

"... Hello. I am Mr. Flint."

Skills and Abilities

Blacksmith: After many years of working at the forge, Ulysses is a very talented blacksmith.

Artistic: Surprisingly, Ulysses has quite a hand for drawing and painting to the point he could likely make profit with his work if he ever tried.

Weapons Expert: Ulysses has experience with many different melee weapons, and uses different weapons on a regular basis.

Other than that, he's a typical warrior.