Versich

Information

Player Name: Ogix, The Tainted One

Character Full Name: Versich Devosh

Character In-Game: Versich

Nicknames: STARMAN!

Race: Forsaken

Class: Death Knight

Age: 30

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 113lbs

Associations: Ashen Verdict, Ebon Blade, Argent Crusade, Undercity

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Good

Versich is a quiet individual, rarely speaking up unless necessary. The exception to this rule is when he's around friends, and even then, procuring words can be a challenge. One should not take this for apathy. He is generally interested in what's being said, it's just that he prefers listening over his own talking. The echo in his voice is a cold reminder of what he has become, something he wishes he could forget.

He has a guilty conscious, attempting to redeem himself for past actions. Truly, none of these actions were really his own fault, as both were during involuntary service of the Lich King. But the absolute lack of mercy he displayed as one of Arthas' Death Knight terrifies him still, and he can recall every moment of his unholy service in disturbingly specific detail. While he can actually feel some emotion, any sort of extreme feeling is almost painful for him.

Though he literally can not be this forever, Versich does attempt to remain peaceful during conflicts. His blade is only drawn when it is the last resort. He will repeatedly disobey the law if it means doing the right thing in his mind, and while he is thankful towards both Darion and Sylvannas for his freedom, he can not follow the latter fully.

Background

To the individual who has stolen this small booklet, I say the following.

First. Shame on you.

Second. Forgive my prose, I am not a skilled writer.

This recollection of events was created for my own eyes, and only them. My mind drifts constantly, remembering my history and forgetting it within the minute. Thus I have found that scribing down the fragments for sorting later has aided me greatly in giving me the ability to recall past tales by simply flipping to the proper page.

I was born and raised a boy of Stratholme. Lived there my whole life. My family, though I can not recall names, were fairly wealthy. Strong enough in their economic standing to allow me to play with some idle fancies. I was educated, something that seems to be a rarity in this day and age. And my first passion in life was learning how things ticked.

Machines fascinated me, and they still do. Why does something operate with only steel and wires? Why was fire necessary to manipulate so many of these things? Fuel? Repairs? Foreign concepts to my young mind, things I wished to learned so dearly. So I pursued any study of them I could.

I barely understood what I read when I was that young, but the sights I saw were interesting. Cogs and clocks, firearms and tanks, ballistics and aircraft. It was a wondrous world that none seemed too interested in, save I. I wanted to master these things. To know how to create and operate all of them.

And so I set my goals accordingly. Studying, practicing, creating. Certainly, none of the things were that impressive, but I did have a certain knack for watches. People tend to be surprised when they open up such a device. All the little machinations within that make it carry out such a simple task. It took a good bit of dexterity to work with. Though I did scowl at the nickname bestowed upon me, in hindsight the name 'fairy fingers' wasn't too bad. Light, I was a rather touchy individual back then.

I can't recall her face, nor any other feature about her, but I did eventually meet a particularly important woman. Personally I wish I could describe her in greater detail other than that. But alas, such is impossible.

She was wealthy, this much I remember. Wealthy enough to own a small golden pocket-watch, elegant in its design. Commonly with most people who spoke with me, she wanted me to repair the device she had, and I was more than happy to. Only unusually, she requested that she observed the process. I didn't speak with women that much back then, and I distinctly recall bumbling around with my reply until the word 'certainly' was pronounced.

We spoke a good deal during the repair, my mind trying to focus on the task of hand. I think I was getting mixed messages from her hand accidentally brushing against mine. Eventually as she left, I blurted out a request to have 'brunch or something like that tomorrow'. She said yes. It's a memory I call upon when I wish to act joyful these days.

It was the spark that lit the flame, years passing as our feelings slowly blossomed into something beautiful. We lived together, slept together, argued together, laughed together. I do believe I attempted to serenade her at one point or another. Though I also believe this attempt only resulted in laughter.

I saved my money for months. Far longer than was necessary. So long that I managed to acquire both an engagement and a wedding ring at the same time. Such a hopeful and naive decision, but I think I was offered a sale. Regardless, deep in my beating heart, I knew that this was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

It was a fine meal, the prelude to my proposal. I ate most of it out of nervousness, she barely took a bite. I believe she knew what was coming. I presented the ring, the small diamond upon it sparkling in the candlelight. She said yes. I slid it onto her finger.

And then we heard the screams.

We ran, the two of us, ran for our lives. Through winding streets, dodging past hordes of what I now know to be undead. We dashed for the protection of our fellow humans, only to see our fellows cut down, the Prince's men burning down the city. So our direction shifted for the gates. We almost made it too - well, at least I almost made it. Everything went black when we were almost out. I don't even remember what killed me.

Everything after that I recall vividly. My mind became my own as the Dark Lady freed us. We were Forsaken. I wish I could have wept at the time, but I felt naught but overwhelming range. My name was actually put forth for the Royal Apothecary Society, and I joined for a brief period of time. I exacted my hate and vengeance upon the living. How dare they still breathe while I lost everything I loved. It was only fair that I killed them.

Such a disgusting length of time. I'd trade those memories for ones of my life in a heartbeat.

Poor terminology. An instant.

Eventually my thoughts of her began to overwhelm me. I never saw her die. She could be dead, alive, maybe Forsaken as well. The curiosity overwhelmed me, and I left the service of the Royal Apothecaries. My quest to find her brought me about Azeroth, and I actually joined the Argent Dawn after rekindling my faith in the Light. Mind you, I still don't know her name or appearance, and my only hope at the time was to have my memory jogged by some sort of sight.

My quest would lead me to my end. I tried to enter my home - Stratholme, in a daring raid to cleanse it of the lingering undead. I know not of how successful this effort was, but it ended in my second death. My corpse was carried off to the north, and I was resurrected in the service of the Lich King. This is a part I'd rather not write about. And I won't. While what I did in the Society was without a doubt morally wrong, this... service was disgusting.

I broke free with the others at Light's Hope. Oddly enough, I returned to the Undercity a hero. I didn't care. I still don't. All that mattered to me was finding a single woman. There was no one to comfort me, no one to care for. Just myself. And a single goal I doubt will ever be accomplished.

Such is my undeath.

Skills and Abilities

You Have the Touch, You Have the Power: Versich still worships the Holy Light to this day. As such, he has regained his sense of touch. While it's not dangerous, it can be a bit of a nuissance when he feels a maggot crawling through his flesh, or the cold breeze that follows him.

Winter Wonderland: Versich has focused exclusively on frost runes. As such, there's little he can't really do with them. However it does have a side effect of causing a very cold air to surround him, threatening to snuff out any flame he comes near.

Ashen Verdict: While not explicitly an ability or skill, Versich is a member of the Ashen Verdict, and has access to Purified Saronite.

I Solve Practical Problems: Hey look buddy, Versich was an engineer in life. He didn't solve problems like 'what is beauty', because that would fall within the confines of what you call 'philosophy'. He solves practical problems.

Sunspeak: Versich can communicate in Thalassian, though he falters occasionally. People also need to slow down for him to keep up with the tongue.