Villith

Information

Player: PiesOfNub

Character Full Name: Villith "Brainravager" Falthural

Character In-Game Name: Villith

Nickname(s): "Oi!", "Ravager" and "Ghoul".

Association(s): Knight of the Silver Hand (Ex), The Ebon Offensive, Malth Valarl (Current owner)

Race: Forsaken (Due to use of the decayed model - Brainravager is a Blood Elf Ghoul)

Class: Warrior

Age: 210

Sex: Male

Hair: Wild, greying hair lining the back of his neck.

Eyes: Nothing but shallow, black pits.

Weight: 120lbs

Height: 5'4" (Brainravager has a rather noticable slouch, as is common in most Ghouls.)

Appearance

Normally outfitted in the armour he wore during his campaigns within Outland - Red and green, plate-lined war-robes outfitted with matching spaulders and a mask. The mask itself was forged by Villith during life as an homage to his ancestors.

Brainravager's fingers have been altered somewhat, claw-like spikes coming out of the tips of them. He often use these fingers for what he does best - Ravaging one's brain.

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Chaotic

At first look, one may think that Brainravager is nothing more than his nickname suggests - a malicious, Hannibal-esque slaughterer who lives for killing. However, when one gets to know Brainravager better, they realize he is in FACT a malicious, Hannibal-esque slaughterer who lives for the killing. Displaying anti-social attitudes bar a zealotical worship of Malth, leader of the Ebon Offensive, not many actually do get the chance to know him completely. Malth is probably the one most in-tune with Brainravager. Brainravager tends to view people more as food and treats than actual people, apart from his Death Knight colleagues within the Ebon Offensive.

Brainravager's decisions are mostly based on his attitudes before he died. Defend brethren to the death, and show nothing but pure force in the face of your enemies. Due to having plenty of free time inbetween battles and skirmishes, Brainravager has began to grow a hobby - arranging the dismembered limbs and parts of his enemies into ornaments to line the halls of the Shadow Vault, and other Ebon Offensive bases.

History

Brainravager, originally born Villith Falthural within Silvermoon, was raised by parents who were both esteemed High-Elven Priests - Villith was no different in following such tradition. As soon as he was of age, he began his squireship, learning the word and law of the holy light under his father, Vorinal. Vorinal saw great promise in Villith, possibly clouded by the fact that Villith was his own son. However, this caused him to strive even more than usual in the training of his student. Within twenty or so years, Villith was at a ripe age of 123. During his time as a Priest of Silvermoon, he joined the Church of the Holy Light.

The First War came, and Villith was called into active duty to aid and heal the sick and wounded among the Alliance. Both fascination and fear clouded Villith's mind. He was curious about the mechanics of war, but at the same time he feared for his life. Due to such, he began to train himself in the arts of melee combat, but only to a small degree - he could wield a short knife with ease. After the First War was over, he returned to Silvermoon to aid the poor and sick.

Soon enough, call for aid for the Second War began. Villith heard calls asking for brave users of the Light to come forth and vanquish evil, rather than reverse it's effects. Villith answered, and began learning how to use a longsword atop a Silvermoon-bred steed. His previous melee training aided a lot in his plight, however, the weight of the platemail armour hurt his shoulders often. He put up with it, thinking it a mere distraction from his true path. Soon enough, the real combat began...

It could only be described with one word: Bloodshed. Pure bloodshed, and Villith was powerless to stop it. Villith spent most of his time defending himself in battle against the raging stampedes of the Orcish Horde. The High Elf managed to defend himself, and occasionally his brethren on the battlefield. However, the War itself did not keep Villith away from it, neither did the idea of such slaughter... It only drew him into it more. Destroying his enemies first-hand, according to Villith, was more satisfying than healing a soldier.

By the end of the war, Villith's blade was caked with blood and gore. There was no time to wash it, of course, for fighting was constant. After the war, however, there was many reasons to celebrate, and many reasons to mourn. Villith was confused as to what to do, and instead decided to celebrate. Keeping his attitude up after the horrifying slaughter was his first and foremost goal.

Then, all hell broke loose in the form of Scourge. Villith was in Silvermoon when his brethren were slain, and he defended his home with all of the might available to him. His attempts at stopping the skeletal minions of Arthas went to waste - there were too many. So, he did the only thing he could. Run. Run as fast as physically possible.

Soon enough, Villith met survivors of the massacre within Silvermoon. Most of them were crying women, cradling children. Only few men accompanied them, as most had lost their lives defending Silvermoon.

Several years later, Villith had joined the Prince's forces, and travelled with him to Outland. Villith was sent to aid Voren'thal in the assault on Shattrath, organized by the Demon Hunter, Illidan. In what seemed to be a very odd turn of events, Voren'thal surrendered to the Naaru, and in turn offered his services and his forces to them. It was at this time when Villith became a member of the Scryers. The first thing he did was make a mask, that he would don in memory of his loved ones.

Afted a long military campaign, the final assault approached: The Assault on the Black Temple. Villith fought, blade in hand against his corrupted Brethren, ignoring the call within him that hungered for magic with great strain - a strain that ended his life. He broke down in the middle of battle, which left his defenses completely open. An Illidari Elf took advantage of such, and pierced a blade through Villith's chest, his right lung specifically. The last thing he felt was a jolt of white-hot steel slicing through him in what seemed hours.

After the battle finished with Illidan's death, Villith's body was transported to Azeroth, so a proper burial could take place. However, the wagon in which his body was placed was ambushed by Scourge. His body, along with plenty of others, were taken to Northrend to be raised as labour and soldiers. Villith was raised after the incident at Light's Hope, and so followed the Lich King's forces into battle at Icecrown Citadel. He survived the battle, but his master was vanquished. Confused after the battle, and regaining his free will, he then chose to follow a Death Knight into Dragonblight to serve him and build a new empire, free of the Ebon Blade who the Warlord saw as oppressive. A bit hypocritical, though.

After being sent on a scouting mission within Dragonblight, he came across a group of Death Knights... Not ones he would've liked seeing however. A battle ensued, Villith versus the other Death Knights. He fought with fury and managed to take down one of the Death Knights... By tearing into his skull with his bare hands. However, later in the battle, sustaining several wounds himself, he was outnumbered, and in a flurry, he fell with several blade-punctures through his chest.

Villith woke, cold air surrounding him. Several figures surrounded him, one clad in red plate, the others in dark robes, from what Villith could tell. The figure in plate lowered a hand to Villith, which he then grabbed. His vision, though faultered momentarily, presented him with the face of a Forsaken.

"Welcome to the Ebon Offensive, soldier." said the Forsaken, grinning. "You shall be known as Brainravager."

The meaning of his name was soon obvious - his fingers were covered in blood, gore and brains.