Valt

Information

Player: Monolith

Character Full Name: Valt Sindshir

Character In-Game Name: Valt

Nickname(s): Kane

Association(s): Alliance

Race: Human

Class: Shadow Priest

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Hair: Red-brown and long

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 158 lbs

Height: 6'3

Alignment: Lawful evil

Appearance

Often in expensive garments. Usually with a few rings on. His clothing is mostly in the color range of white-black-gray, but he will wear other colors as he sees fit.

Personality

Valt is odd. He seems to hate being around people, yet constantly will offer to sit near them or speak to them. He's somewhat awkward, socially and will often run out of things to say. However, he seems nice enough under his clergyman guise. When out and about, away from guards and potential threats, he's rather... sinister. Not so much as "Blargh, I'ma kill your face", but more of just a darker personality. He's easily infuriated outside of town and will quickly turn to assaulting one's mind if pushed far enough. This is not some sort of syndrome, mind you. He just knows when to be quiet and when to let his true self out.

History

Valt was born and raised in Duskwood. He was the son of a dirt-poor family of farmers, who couldn't grow anything, but still clung to their land like a stubborn mule. He was often out sowing random seeds and "Tending" to the dead stalks that rose from the ground ny his father's command, often snapping them in the process. His family never seemed to notice, however, seeing as how the farm was full of these little stalks. Dead plants that have never flowered. This is what it was like for years.

Duskwood had been in horrible shape since before Valt was born. Worgen, undead, and who knows what else roamed freely around with only a pathetic Militia to stop it. As if the luck were not bad enough, the Defias caught sight of the pitiful farm and raided and slaughtered his family for reasons Valt couldn't understand. He followed the assailants, thankfully not attracting too much attention, if any.

Soon, he would discover what the Defias feared... Undead. Undeads chased them and they went a-runnin' at the first sign of them. Worgen as well, tossing balls of black and purple magic and running after. Valt realized that if he was ever going to avenge his family, it should be by striking fear into the Defias.

He rooted around for a full year in abandoned areas, finding little of any use, until he met his to-be mentor, of course. Valt was young at this time, a fragile thirteen as a man in dark robes took him in. Perhaps this man wanted to twist the mind of a child. Perhaps he was trying to sow the seeds of the shadow. Valt did not know, or particularly care. The man became a father figure in his life.

Years of disciplined training and rituals later, his master passed on in a natural death, as he was far past his prime, in his late eighties. Valt, twenty four by this time, couldn't remember as to why he took up shadow magic. His determination for vengeance corrupted into a simple want of power. It was then that he rooted through his master's belongings, and began reading his notes and diaries. Soon, he emerged again from his master's house, and headed to Darkshire.

After years of reflecting, hiding out, and studying further, he left Darkshire again, heading to Stormwind in his best robe. His mind, once driven by a need for revenge, now craves power. And the only way to do that is to seek out other like-minded individuals...