Vorthus

Information

Character Full Name: Vorthus Selgore

Character In-Game Name: Vorthus

Nickname(s): -

Association(s): Stormwind, Gilneas, Pyrewood

Race: Human

Class: Death Knight

Age: 49

Sex: Male

Hair: Originally black, now gray

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 192lbs

Height: 6'1ft

Appearance

He's almost always in armor

Other:

Personality

He's a rather friendly fellow, despite being dead and all. Vorthus holds family and friends high, protecting them at all costs. He is charitable, a defender of the meek and weak, and generally goes out of his way to help others, despite the natural animosity people feel towards Death Knight. He doesn't blame them. He just tries to help.

Vorthus was once a knight, and it tends to show on occasion. He is almost never rude. He is chivalrous. Some might even call him old fashion in his practices. He follows a set code of conduct, that he simply believes is proper for him, and cares little what others might say about it.

Enemies receive none of the same pleasantries allies might. While Vorthus would engage in a one on one duel with someone he considers an equal in some sort of regard, if he truly despises someone, he will make sure to see their downfall.

He cares for truth, justice, and honor. He attempts to spur others into taking action when the time for talking is over. Though he is never afraid to negotiate when necessary. Hopefully, he can pass on some sort of lesson to someone who's still alive, but even he thinks that is unlikely.

He also cares for tea. Which is a hidden care now that he can't drink it. But nevertheless, tea is one of his passions.

History

Born in Gilneas to the hearty couple of Regina and Maladic Selgore, Vorthus was a happy lad. He grew up in a wealthy household, for both of his parents came from prestigious bloodlines, a substantial inheritance granting each one more money than they really knew what to do with. While he was certain he had other siblings who were out of the house (for his parents talked of them), our young Gilnean child only really got to know his older sister Loraine, who had eight years on him.

Despite the Selgore's reputation for excelling at the academic arts, Vorthus absolutely flunked most classes he was placed in. His sister would try to tutor him, to bring him into becoming a mage like she did, and failed miserably in doing such. His parents would collectively sigh to one another most times Vorthus came home, often with bruises adorning his body. They both knew that if there was one thing the boy loved to do, it was to fight.

Silly little fights that Vorthus found fun were how he occupied his time. Often he'd just pick one. It was simple as that. Bump your shoulder into someone, yell a few insults, and throw some fists about. Win or lose, he simply enjoyed it. Fighting beat going home and listening to Loraine drone on about how amazing and wonderful magic was.

Even though he was a vicious little bugger in a fight, Vorthus had an eerie ability to remain incredibly polite. When his fists weren't pummeling someone else into submission, he would often find time for tea and biscuits once he reached the age of fourteen. So Vorthus' life began to exist on a schedule like...

-Wake up -Eat breakfast -Go to school -Fight -Eat lunch -Leave school -Fight -Get home for tea time (hopefully) -Dinner -Evening tea with studying -Sleep

This rhythmic pattern of life continued until Vorthus was fifteen. It was at fifteen that he discovered something that pleased him more than fighting (and therefore, pleased his parents). Horseback riding. There was something amazing about simply riding a horse down the streets of Gilneas at stupidly dangerous speeds. His parents would support his foolish journeys on the back of a horse, if only because it would keep him from fighting (which was untrue. Vorthus still fought, it's just he could travel around more to do it now). While Regina and Loraine were minutely happy, Maladic was absolutely ecstatic, being an avid horse rider himself.

After about three months of Vorthus riding solo ("Father! I ride alone!") the boy was eventually coerced into riding with his father. The two came to bond during their treks together, having had little in common prior to then (Maladic was too much of a gentleman to support Vorthus' little scuffles).

When Gilneas made the call to arms against the greenskins, Vorthus was seventeen. Excited, he immediately signed up for the military, even lying about his age to get in (he said he was twenty-one. The recruiter snorted). He adjusted quickly to life in the Gilnean army as he trained to become a foot soldier, wielding sword and shield. He enjoyed the fighting. He enjoyed the bland tasting rations. He enjoyed sleeping huddled with other men (or rather, he enjoyed teasing all of his comrades about this). He enjoyed eying the women who rarely visited the encampment.. And, most importantly, he enjoyed the endless supply of tea he seemed to receive.

Vorthus managed to prove his mettle time and time again on the field of battle against the green menace. He'd fight until he couldn't fight anymore. Commanding officers would eventually take note of his zeal. Thus, he was promoted to banner carrier.

It was as banner carrier that Vorthus' display of bravery became even more prominent. All too many times would he be the last to retreat, and the first to enter the fight. He always made a point to never let that display of Gilnean patriotism falter, constantly hefting it upright. The man even once dropped his blade for a moment to hold up the banner of another slain carrier, duel wielding flags. Yes, it was as impractical as it sounds. Yes, he eventually just stabbed it into the ground and let it stand on its own. But for about ten seconds, he did indeed duel wield flags.

That got him promoted to carry his company's standard when the tale was told to his superiors.

He would participate in a great deal of conflicts, miraculously surviving all of them. And when that war was finished, he would return to Gilneas with his fellow men, hooting and hollering about their victory, prepared for the days of celebration ahead.

While in Gilneas, he would be pointed out by his superiors for extreme valor on the battlefield. Eventually, his ancestry was checked and he was determined fit to receive quite the prestigious promotion. Knighthood. His training would be short, if only because he already knew how to fight and how to ride a horse. All he really needed to get a hang on was the proper etiquette of a knight.

Needless to say, his family was fairly excited. And it was on the day of his actual knighting by King Greymane when their excitement was at its peak ("Mom, stop licking your finger and wiping my cheek, I think I can groom myself"). Vorthus himself shared the excitement. After all, a man with a crown and fancy clothing tapped his shoulders with a big sword and told him to rise. Very fancy.

He made these oaths when knighted that he follows to this day. -He would always defend a lady -He would speak only the truth -He would be loyal to his King -He would never avoid a path out of fear -He would only partake in honorable combat (Vorthus' definition of honorable combat is iffy) -He would be charitable and defend the poor and helpless -He would be brave And so on, and so on.

It was at this point, that Vorthus Selgore became Sir Selgore of Gilneas. And quite frankly, he didn't act that much like fellow knights. He'd still go out drinking. He'd still get into scuffles (now referred to as 'fisticuffs' since he was an adult). And he'd still go on overly dangerous horse rides. The end of which one brought him into the village of Pyrewood, if only because his horse was too damn tired to go on.

He would enter a quiet bed and breakfast that night, getting a good night's rest. He would wake up. He would go for the breakfast portion of the entire shindig. And then he was absolutely smitten by the woman serving him food. She was a fierce redheaded woman, with blue eyes, wavy long hair, and an appealing body (By Vorthus standards). A black velvet strip, the only expensive thing she had, was tied in a bow about her hair. He would linger in Pyrewood to stay around her, terribly confused by how you court a woman.

Her name was Sofia Burfield, and she had little to her name. Her mother operated the bed and breakfast, whilst her father was one of the guards of the town. While Sofia's mom seemed to hate Vorthus, believing he was up to no good, the knight got along splendidly with her father. They seemed to share a love for riding horses at high speeds (which, frankly, was what mommy was worried about. She didn't want her daughter having her neck broken due to falling off a horse. Nor did she want some random knight storming her daughter's chambers and leaving afterward). They lived in a mid-low life status, and despite the mother's grievances against Vorthus, got along well with the knight. Truth be told, Vorthus enjoyed it there more than he did back at his home, which was now filled with fancy dinners and what not (Loraine brought in quite a hefty amount of money, being a mage).

He even lingered in Pyrewood while the Greymane Wall was erected, knowing all too well what he was leaving behind.

The two, after living together for quite some time, eventually came to the conclusion that they were in love. Vorthus and Sofia would be married in a rather small chapel, half the observers from Pyrewood, the other half Vorthus' military friends, plus a pair of Elves Vorthus knew. You can guess which group was the most rambunctious of the lot. They had a three day honeymoon. Sofia ended up pregnant. With twins.

Time would pass and he would continue to stay in Pyrewood, getting a temporary position in the town guard, which was quite frankly the most boring job he ever had. Of course, that may or may not be due to bandits keeping a distance away, most sane men not wanting to attack a village with a bloody knight in it. He and Sofia lived a good life for quite a while, raising their children together. And then the plague happened.

The man didn't even know the undead plague was going around until a group of Gilneans came by, evacuating southwards, led by some blond woman in skimpy clothing (Not Vorthus' type). He would join in this group with Sofia and a large portion of other people from Pyrewood, including the redhead's parents. Later he would learn that this group was named 'The Gilnean Brigade'. Unfortunately, this expedition would end up in the thick of the Battle for Mount Hyjal.

Sofia approached Vorthus before the battle began, worry evident in her expression. She would embrace him, give him the ribbon that held her hair together, and told him to 'not die'.

He swore he wouldn't die.

He didn't die.

The conflict was fierce, and it was all a blur to the knight. It seemed to be a relentless tide as he and his kind were pushed back and back, until there was no more ground to give. He ended up managing to rally pockets of fleeing troops from the battle, sending them back into the fray until the actual order to retreat was issued. Clearly Vorthus did something right, for he was asked to become a Knight-Lieutenant of Lordaeron after the battle. Seeing no way back to Gilneas, he accepted.

Receiving a hefty pay from his superiors, Vorthus got himself, his wife, and his soon-to-be-born children (he thought it was only one at the time) a home in Goldshire, and had two years off before going back to war again. It was during these two years off that Vorthus discovered that Sofia had the odd tendency to over-ovulate, giving birth to twins fairly often.

Over time, they would raise quite the large family, held together by Vorthus' pay in the army, coupled with his part time work on the farms of others whilst home. And the occasional job from a friend of his, who had issues with thugs stomping on his herb garden.

From then on out, Vorthus' lifestyle consisted mainly of this.

-Go home -Greet family -Tea -Spend time with family -Procreate -Manage things around the house -Get orders to partake in a conflict -Have tea with family -Say farewells to beloved -Go fight in a war or two -Repeat

While home, he constantly tried to teach his children virtues he believed to be proper. Never giving up. Being polite. Standing up for yourself and your friends. And oddly enough, a fairly decent number of them ran off to worship the Light, some becoming Paladins. That, honestly, brought a smile to the man's face.

He lived a happy life, constantly being around the three things he loved. Warfare. Family. And tea.

Speaking of tea, he actually became something of an expert in that regard. Not due to any training or anything. He had simply grown such acute tastes concerning tea that well, he knew what he was talking about. It's not as though anyone came to him for profound lessons on the difference between tea with and without milk. It was just that... he knew his tea. And it's because of this that most of his children know tea very well as well.

If you could name a conflict, Vorthus most likely participated in it along with his comrades from the Alliance. He would lead other men (and women now, oddly enough) into the fray, coming out victorious a great deal of times. While he was no general by any means, he was smart enough to not get his men killed, and inspiring enough to push them to do things which would make others run. Eventually, he rose to the rank of Knight-Champion, and never advanced in rank again.

It was in Northrend that Vorthus would meet his end. Whilst traveling the outskirts of an Alliance fortification, he found himself locked in conflict with servants of the Lich King. He would slay them, but the deadly plague they brought ensured the man would fall, gagging on his own blood as he laid down in the ground. Later his corpse would be dragged back and brought back from the grave, to serve the Lich King as one of his Death Knights.

The following years were a blur to him, as he continuously broke the vows he made as a knight. His mind simply shut down, unable to truly comprehend what was happening. His schedule consisted of... -Killing -Traveling -Torturing -Burning -Raising -Vandalism

Over time, Vorthus was actually noted to become a rather powerful Death Knight. He held the ability to maintain large amounts of ghouls under his control at a time. And, were he to truly focus his energies, there were other undead beast and creations he could control as well so long as they were not hostile to him. Death was his business. And he reveled in it. Unfortunately though, this came with a price. He found himself absolutely unable to use any of his 'blood' or 'frost' abilities. Only death.

His mind finally snapped back into reality as he was freed from the Lich King at the Battle of Light's Hope Chapel. Memories flooding his mind, the knight dropped to the ground, unresponsive. It took three weeks for his mind to process everything, after which he awoke, quite depressed. He served the Ebon Blade, for he had no other purpose in death.

Over time, Vorthus would slowly recover. Not physically, no, but mentally. He informed his family of his fate after some debate. He traveled the world, trying to do good wherever he could. And just tried to make up for the sins he had committed during his time in the Scourge.

Today, Vorthus has largely regained his personality. While there's a tiny bit of him still locked away, he is significantly more open than he was years ago. Wherever he goes does not matter. So long as he finds a little bit of redemption at the end of the road.

OOC NOTES: Vorthus holds no influence within the Alliance or Gilneas, having lost his ranks upon committing the heinous crimes he did during his time with the Lich King. The only chance of him holding any sort of influence is someone who knew him going 'Oh hey, I know you!'. And that is something I do not do. He can not pull rank on people. He also holds no sway with King Greymane. He was not chums with a lore character. He didn't get to know the King. He was just knighted due to recommendations from his commanding officers. That was the beginning and end of their relationship together.