Veveth

Information

Player: Laarune.

Character Full Name: Veveth "Eve" Wintry.

Character In-Game Name: Veveth.

Nickname(s): Experiment-32, Wretch.

Association(s): None notable.

Race: Forsaken.

Class: Warlock.

Age: Pre-Death, 28. Post-Death, 10.

Sex: None, though referred to as 'She'.

Hair: Black.

Eyes: None.

Weight: With loss of most, if not all of her internal organs excluding those required for physical movement, weight is indeterminable. "Very Light".

Height: Short. Excluding her hunch, we'll say "5' Upright."

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Clothes that cover. Colors may vary, since she isn't able to sense color, but her clothes always cover. She always considers it number-one priority to keep any flesh or bone covered with cloth to give her the minimal appearance of being a sickly human.

Other: More often than not, she will be alone. The only times she calls upon or summons her Demon brood is to aid her when injured or unable to sense something through normal means. She is usually quite secretive about her origins and abilities.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral.

Personality: Veveth is.. Calm, to put in a nutshell. Yes, she does experience emotions, though while she is unable to express them facially, she refuses to express them physically, as well. Anger, of course, is hard to inspire within her, she's usually uncaring of most things. But when she does become angry, she's sure to manifest it visually either through magic, or sheer physical movements. One could call her mindless, personality wise, but she simply is unable to take interest in most things she cannot experience. She can't see, she can't smell, she can't speak. The only senses she has left are through magic, hearing, and some form of touch. Years of experimentation have left her a careless shell, though perhaps a curious and somewhat vindictive soul, in this. We'll just say.. She may look calm on the outside, but she isn't right on the inside.

History

Veveth's history is a short, relatively straight-forward and painful one. No, she isn't the first person to experience a painful lifetime. She certainly won't be the last.

In life, Veveth's life was a good life. She lived with a family - Her Father, and Mother, and Sister. Whilst still young in life, she expressed an interest in magic and use in magic, and so it was decided that at a young age, she would be given to her Uncle to be raised in training in the magical arts. She would be given regular visits to her family during this, and so parting wasn't all that terrible. Some time later, she learned that her father had died, and her mother was ill - Her sister was studying in the medicinal arts. Due in part to this, she lost contact with her family, and focused mainly on her training with her Uncle.

But that was in life, and a very different story.

When Veveth died, she had been working up in Lordaeron. Among the masses she passed to the foul hand of the Scourge, and she lay dead for quite a while, before rising up under the Lich King's command. Again, among the masses. Her life was but one speck among a current, even so as she and a portion of others pulled free of the Lich King's grasp during Illidan's failed attempt. Her memory is fuzzy, even missing of these times and the times between then and now.

The third time she woke, she woke again as an undead. This time, however, she bore free will.

Not freedom.

She had been one of a few unfortunate Forsaken to be found by the Grave-Robber, Ezelkiath, a blatantly mad scientist purged from the Royal Apothecary Society when he was an underling for startling crimes against the Forsaken. As twisted and bizarre of a culture the Forsaken may be, the things which Ezelkiath did rivaled that of the Scourge. Tearing viable, active and sentient Forsaken into pieces, only to re-assemble them into horrible constructs who's appearances scream perversion of nature.

Safe to say, the Forsaken didn't want him. They banned his illegal activities and threatened him with expulsion should his crimes against the Forsaken continue. And so he took his work elsewhere, in secret, in an obscure crypt somewhere in sprawling Forsaken territory. Here, Veveth was held. She, and roughly thirty others were treated individually in various tests. Most were sickly Forsaken, and suffered some form of Brain Rot, but still were sentient enough to classify as a citizen, which made his work all the more terrible. "But I need them to tell me how they feel," The madman would tell you should you have asked him, "Tell me how their new powers and parts feel."

Veveth was one of many to go through his experiments before his operations were interrupted by opportunity in Northrend. Her eyes were removed. Her nose and olfactory organs were removed. Any internal organs she didn't absolutely require to move were removed. In the end, the experiment was made apparent to her: For the sake of the Forsaken, Ezelkiath was after the perfect soldier. A soldier that need not rely on his normal senses: No sight, smell, or speech. Relying on magic, instead, empowering the body with such noxious, dark and twisted magic, that they could fall time and time again, and each time they would rise. That they could endure everything a normal Forsaken soldier could endure, without being distracted by troublesome senses such as sight. Magic could not possibly be wrong, Ezelkiath would tell you, and so it would make the perfect soldier.

If you couldn't guess for yourself already, Ezelkiath had horrible perception.

In the end, Veveth endured years of this torturous experimentation. Repeatedly she was introduced to various kinds of magic, and eventually Ezelkiath turned to the worst kind of magic: Demonic. He offered Veveth to the Demonic powers that be, and persuaded her to become better by taking on these dark powers. And as you can imagine, by this point, Veveth's perception and thought, judgment, they were all twisted and warped. She took them on willingly, and in the end, she was left a mess.

In the end, Ezelkiath was left with roughly fifteen 'successful' experiments, which he released into the world from that crypt whence he left for greater opportunity in Northrend. These experiments were left to wander, hindered by their bodily mutilation, though given strangely twisted perception and abilities, usually in Shadow or Demonic magic. Veveth is one of these experiments.

Now, she wanders the world, seeking a purpose for herself. She has no real aim in where she goes, and she doesn't seek to cause outward pain to others. Her actions are usually complacent, and neutral, though she won't hesitate to mutilate someone should they show signs of aggression toward her initially. Nobody can really tell what goes on in Veveth's head.. Though when able to communicate, she'll always say the same thing.

"Where do I belong?"