Vurgoth

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Player: Forenzic

Character Full Name: Vurgoth Lawrence Thermian

Character In-Game Name: Vurgoth

Nickname(s): Vur

Association(s): Ebon Blade, Himself, Brother of Sudeth Ironjaw

Race: Human

Class: Death Knight

Skills and Abilities: He specializes in the blood magic side of his abilities, although he does make use of everything he can.

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Hair: Swept back, Grey. He also has a mustache and goatee.

Eyes: Light Blue

Weight: 185 lbs.

Height: 6' 5

Appearance

Vurgoth usually wears an attire of black and grey. His tunic has the appearance of a ribcage on the front of it, which continues down to his leg plates. His gloves, boots, and belt are all dark grey, and also has a black shawl. He wears a monocle on his right eye.

His weapon is a long, red fel-steel broadsword he keeps holstered to his back. It glows purple and red, seeming to be enchanted or enhanced.

Other: He refers to him as, "The Gentleman of Blood"

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Vurgoth is a gentleman by nature. He's charming, kind, and whimsical to the right kind of people, while also having the sharp of the tongue. He knows when to speak, and when not to; when to fight his battles and when to talk it through. He's reasonable, reliable, and questionable. He also loves strategy, from studying how to approach a certain enemy to thinking up a huge battle strategy across a whole field. He loves to test his brain power to the limit, thinking of new and better ways at handling situations every day while still wanting to keep things simple.

Although there is a certain dark side of Vurgoth that he doesn't show often, as he would hate for someone to know what the charcoal heart feels like underneath his lovely exterior. He craves destruction and torment, which makes sense being a Death Knight. Being the intelligent mind he is though, he doesn't take to plain old brute force and merciless slaughter to calm his hunger for blood, he tends to play things as a game. Fighting and battles to the death are just a game to him, he always believes he will always come out on top due to his self proclaimed superior wit.

To the people who get on his bad side he chooses to show no mercy towards them. He kills people in the slowest way possible, grinning and reveling through it all and taking all of the pain and torment from his victim to himself. You could say he's a sadist, although he doesn't go out looking for victims to slaughter hopelessly.

History

Vurgoth was born into the Thermian family thirty two years ago to this day, on a peaceful afternoon in his about to be home. With his birth he was greeted by individuals he will soon know more then he will ever know about himself; His parents Lawrence and Martha, his older brother Sudeth, and his older sister Theryl the last two being the people who would take care of him the most later in his years due to the work his parents had to do during the day, and sometimes at night. Held in his mothers arms, crying and screaming as a newborn will always do, his simple mind takes a look at all of the people surrounding him. Lawrence was right next to his beautiful wife, gazing and smiling at his brand new son who he know would make him proud. Across from him was Vurgoth's older sister, Theryl who was only six at the time, who was also smiling and and laughing at the sight of her new brother. She was carrying Vurgoth's older brother, Sudeth, who was at the small age of three at the time and could hardly tell what was going on. Lastly he turned to his loving mother, Martha, who gazed lovingly into Vurgoth's eyes, which made his crying stop and turned it into a roaring laughter. Martha held her baby tightly, yet gently, in her hands while Lawrence had his one hand on her shoulder, also staring at Vurgoth, still smiling.

"What should we name him?" Lawrence pondered as he looked to Martha.

"Hm. . .how about we name him after my grandfather? He can live on through him." She chuckled, looking at Vurgoth. Lawrence chuckled along with her,

"As long as his middle name can be something glorious and extravagant." Martha nodded towards Lawrence, closing her eyes while doing so. Lawrence went over to reach his hands around Vurgoth, making sure he wasn't squeezing too hard to puncture anything, and held him up right in front of him.

"Alright! Welcome to the family, Vurgoth Lawrence Thermian! I hope you will enjoy your stay." He laughed while Martha smiled and rolled her eyes, then turning to Theryl and Sudeth. "Are you two excited? Our family is flourishing. . ."

Theryl replied in excitement, "Yeah! He'll be tthhe besthhh broffer ever!" She said smiling, trying to talk straight with her two front teeth missing from her mouth, while Sudeth looked around attempting to say, "Y-y-yay!" While he finally turned to look at his mother, smiling innocently. Vurgoth did not know what was going on at all, but still continued to smile as if he knew what was happening.

Several years passed, throughout which some drastic changes had come upon the Thermian household, more bad then good. When Vurgoth was four, the family was blessed with another child that went by the name of Sameth who, to all the children, was welcomed warmly and was loved by all. It was bad news for the parents though, as they had to take more hours in their jobs, or they had to take another job altogether to help pay for their new bundle of joy. This was when, even at a young age, Sudeth and Theryl acted as sort of a "Mother and Father" to the two younger siblings, Vurgoth a little bit less since he was older then Sameth. While the parents were away, the two older children made sure to take care of the children; by making sure they were properly cared for, fed, and put to bed at the right time. Vurgoth especially connected to Sudeth with a special bond, a bond that was more then friendship or family, a bond that would lead both down separate paths. While Sudeth, fond of protecting his family, found an interest into learning how to fight and began to train, Vurgoth was more of a thinker in his years growing up. He would always attempt to find out different ways to figure out problems then charging at them with brute force, or wanting to talk issues out then having his fists talks for him. He too wanted to protect everything that he was blessed with, but maybe in a different way then slicing his foes up with brute strength.

Vurgoth was around the age of eight when a certain incident happened that caused a significant change to his entire lifestyle and even personal being. It was around twelve o' clock on a Tuesday morning. Vurgoth was playing with his brother Sudeth in the living room of his household, helping his brother train with his sword skills (at that time his broom stick). He would dodge the attacks, block, and laugh along while him and Sudeth played in the room. But, Sudeth wasn't being quite as careful as he should've been, and a shocking incident happened; Sudeth wasn't watching where he was swinging in one of his strikings, and accidentally smashed a vase to his left, which caught Vurgoth off guard. He slowly moved his head towards the shattered vase, but all he saw was an object coming at him. He was hit dead straight in the right corner of his head, while shards of glass form the vase also lodged themselves within him. This caused him to rapidly faint and fall down, luckily on his left side so the shards of glass wouldn't have gone in any deeper. Sudeth was frozen with horror as he watched his brother pass out onto the floor, in dead silence. He yelled out in agony, his sister Theryl hearing him from the other room which caused her to rush into the room to see what happened.

She gazed at Vurgoth with a terrified expression, seeing the shards of glass sticking out of his small face while he laid there on the ground in a cold, dead silence. She quickly rushed to their families emergency cabinet where they keep their supplies in case anything of this caliber would have ever happened.

"Sudeth!" She yelled from the other room, "Get him onto the couch! And make sure not to lean him where the glass is, please!"

She grabbed as much as she can, an assortment of materials ranging from Gauss, Alcohol to clean the wound, and some towels. She quickly went to work, carefully pulling the shards of glass out of Vurgoth one by one. Slowly, but surely, she pulled them all out and put them in a pile on the table next to the couch. She wiped up the wound with the towel she brought, which she made wet before she went to work. Once the blood was all cleaned up, she poured the alcohol onto her hands to rub over the wound, hoping to sterilize it.

Then, she took the Gauss and wrapped it around his face, making sure to leave a hole open for his mouth so he had room to breathe. Once she was finished, she readjusted Vurgoth's body so he was laying with the back of his head on the armrest of the couch. Backing up to make sure she did a good job, while also holding back any tears she was feeling at the time, Sudeth hugged her incredibly hard on her right side. He was in tears, just wanting someone to hold and tell sorry for what he did to his little brother. Theryl didn't say a word, she returned the favor and hugged him back while letting out some tears and telling Sudeth it was going to be okay.

It was a couple of days before Vurgoth woke back up from his knockout, days in which his parents had found out about what happened. They seemed to be furious with Sudeth for what he had done to Vurgoth, but did forgive him when he went over to them and began to cry while telling them he was incredibly sorry. His parents forgave Sudeth, knowing it was just an accident and that he did not mean to harm his brother. They returned the favor and hugged him back, telling him it was going to be okay just as Theryl had. Once Vurgoth awoke from being knocked out, Sudeth was the first to know about it and almost wept tears of joy, but could not from all of the crying he had done for the past couple of days. There was something strange about Vurgoth when he awoke though, his voice seemed to have become of a different tone or accent.

"Vurgoth? Are you okay?" Sudeth said to Vurgoth moments after he had woken up.

"Ow. . .my head feels like its taking a pounding. . ." Vurgoth said, although it sounded as if his voice had taken upon a British accent.

"Vur. . .are you alright? Your voice. . ." Sudeth pondered while looking at Vurgoth,

"What do yo-" Vurgoth stopped once hearing his voice more clearly, knowing the difference in structure and tone, "Um. . ." He started to panic a bit, while he looked towards Sudeth. "Get dad!" Although their father was currently out doing his job, they waited patiently for him to get back.

Lawrence sat down with Vurgoth, getting him to speak over and over to listen to his voice. "How do you have a Gilnean. . ." He muttered to himself, while Theryl let out a proclamation about what had happened.

"Um. . .I have read in some books where a person who undergoes head trauma has a chance of their voice picking up a different. . .well, tone."

Lawrence looked up to Theryl, frowning, and then back to Vurgoth. "Well Vur. . .It won't be too much of a change will it?" He smiled, looking towards him. Vurgoth smiled back, "No! I think it will be fine with me. . ." He went over to hug Lawrence, "I'm just happy to see you, daddy. . .you were gone for so long. . ." Lawrence was stunned for a bit, but went to hug Vurgoth back. "I know Vur. . .I know. . ." They both let out tears, knowing what happened could have gone a lot worse if they weren't lucky.

Over the years since the incident, Vurgoth's mind changed drastically from what is was before he obtained his accent. He realized there was a chance he would not be alive for all that long, as any moment in his life could take a turn for the worse and he could wake up dead in the ground if he was not careful. For the first year after the injury Vurgoth was a big thinker, he was always questioning things and studying different objects around his house. He stopped training with Sudeth, in case anything such as before happened again, and instead chose to start reading through the different books his parents kept around the house. Albeit being only nine years old, he caught on quickly to different ideas and ideologies and was fascinated by them.

He read each book from cover to cover, and even chose to read some of his sister's medical books she kept in her room. As the years went by he became more logical and logical as time passed by, even going forth to help Sudeth with his training by telling him about different strategies he could use during fighting, even when Sudeth had his real blades. He helped all the people in his family about different situations they got themselves in, and ways they could get themselves out where it would be most beneficial. He grew and grew, developing a brilliant mind while also keeping a high standard of living, and personality. Albeit being smart, he did not flaunt it as most did if they were blessed with the knowledge he gathered over the years. He loved to help people with their problems, but usually expected to be paid for it as he hated to work for no pay, which he was taught by watching his parents work and work and work.

This continued on for around eight years, Vurgoth increasing his intelligence by a small amount each day. There was one day though, that would change his life permanently. A day that the Thermian family would live with forever. The day the scourge attacked their small town.

- - -

It was a bright morning, Vurgoth had woken up around 9:00 to get ready to start the day. He walked outside of his room on the second floor of his house, taking a gander at the painted pictures his family kept hung on the walls between each of the rooms. He loved the artwork and design of each individual painting, and would walk slow on purpose just to take a longer look at them. He looked away from the last painting, towards the stairs that he would descend upon and then into the dining room to get breakfast and to continue reading a book he was currently enjoying. He sat down, completely forgetting to make himself a meal, and lost himself in the book. He spent around two hours purely reading the book, not hearing the sound of a plate of food being brought to him by his older brother.

When the clock struck Eleven o' Five, he heard a drastic noise from the exteriors of his world enveloped in the book; a loud screaming noise that seemed to be coming from many. He calmly put his bookmark into his book, putting it on the table and made his way towards the living room. To his shock, he saw Sameth stricken with fear as he was looking out the window, and he quickly moved over to see what he was looking at. What they saw they would never forget; their righteous brother Sudeth fighting against the undead in several packs, trying his hardest to stay alive and protect his family. Vurgoth was stricken with fear as he witnessed the terror of his brother being ripped to shreds by a bunch of monstrous ghouls, one of them even ripping his jaw right from it's socket and throwing it to the ground. Before they had a chance to react, an enormous ghoul that seemed to have been made up of a number of different parts charged through the door, and began to look around the interior of the house. He set his sights upon the two boys standing near the window, and began to walk towards them.

"Sameth, run! Get out of here! I do not care what you have to do, but survive!"

He yelled out to Sameth as he pushed him away from the oncoming, lumbering beast. He looked back towards the construct, but it was too late, the beast had completely crushed Vurgoth upon the floor, crushing his rib cage. . .and eventually killing him.

While Vurgoth was suffering from a bad case of death, Sameth rushed away to hide in the cellar of the house; making sure to create as little as noise as possible to avoid one of the creatures to hear him. He waited there in silence for what seemed hours. . .upon hours upon hours, trying to hold back his years at the thought of his brother being killed mercilessly at the hands of a lumbering monster. He listened closely to the cellar door, hoping to hear only the silence of the now destroyed town. Once he was sure it would be safe to leave his dark, enclosed hovel he made his way back into his house. He first walked into the kitchen, getting a good view of the destruction that had been smitten upon his innocent town. Houses were on fire, bodies piles up on the sides of the roads, and a sense of dread lingered in the air. The only good news he could fathom from this is not seeing any ghoul or monster in sight, but a new horror approached him as he turned to look into the living room; seeing his brother Vurgoth lying there in silence. Sameth stood in shock for a few moments, but quickly made his way over to his deceased brother, dropping to his knees and trying to hold back his tears as he turned his brothers body over so he was on his back.

He couldn't hold his tears back any longer as he bent over in sorrow and pain across his brother's body, letting out a flowing stream of tears down his face and sobbing uncontrollably. He straightened himself out, "Now, now. I must not *Sniff* worry over this too much, at this moment anyway." He said through his vanishing tears, getting back up to a sitting position and looking over his brother's body. "Vurgoth. . ." He laid his hand over Vurgoth's forehead, closing his eyes and looking down. "*Sniff* You might be dead. . .I might be the last Thermian alive. . .but you will have not died in vain." He moved his hands over his brother's body, sniffing as his tears loosened. A cold essence came from his hands as he concentrated on the body and encased Vurgoth's body in an imprisonment of ice, with Sameth's hopes of preserving the body being his only hope. He grunted, pulling his hands back and looking upon the body. "Now you know why I was so quiet all those years at least. . ." he said as tears began to travel down his face once more, but was stopped by shaking his head. He bent over, whispering in Vurgoth's ear, "I -will- be back, brother." He got up, looking outside the now destroyed window to the destroyed town. He gathered the supplies he needed, and also a mask to cover his face if any disease were still fluctuating in the streets. Sameth headed out the door, walking down the street as he left the town behind him.

- - -

Years past as Vurgoth's dormant body laid there in the cold silence of his home, still encased in the frozen spell his brother had cast over him which preserved him. It wasn't until a only several years ago was his Vurgoth discovered, although not by his brother who had other issues going on. He was greeted by a group of scourge scavenging the area for an assortment of things, but mostly to recruit. They gathered the bodies that had littered the street, most of which had been rotten down to the bone, although still had skin left on them albeit it being horrid looking. With all of these bodies being gathered, Vurgoth wasn't lucky enough to be missed from the whole lot and was soon gathered along with the rest although still preserved.

- - -

Vurgoth Thermian was not lucky enough to be resurrected as a mindless zombie, he was taken a step further then the rest. He was resurrected as a puppet to serve and protect the Lich King. A Knight of the Undeath. A lifeless zombie, or more appropriately a walking killing machine. It wasn't until a couple years later where Vurgoth was finally able to regain conscience and be able to control his actions, but was forced to brutally kill numerous amounts of people at the Scarlet Enclave, the town next to Ebon Hold, before his freedom. With every soul he killed, with every laceration he created on someone, and with every family he brutally sliced down under the orders of the Lich King he was greeted to a pulsating and hurtful feeling inside of him, knowing what he was doing was wrong and it should not have been having. He could not stop killing. . .painting the battlefields with the blood of the innocent, killing all who stood between him and his loyalty to the Lich King. If it was not for the Battle of Light's Hope Chapel that ended his ties with the Lich King once and for all, he would have been completely turned into a non-stop killing machine and all of his years of intellectually reading and logically thinking out problems would have been all for nothing.

That didn't mean the slaughtering he had done did not leave an impact though, as he developed this intent deep inside of him to cause murder and harm as he was taught as a Death Knight. He had to kill to keep his sanity, because if he did not he would become a ravenous killing machine out for blood. Luckily he was still able to retain his intelligent mind he had developed before his death in Lordaeron, so he was able to approach this idea of needing to kill to be able to keep his sanity for as long as he strove to live. He thought of many ways for him to keep his intent for murder at a minimal; killing innocent creatures of nature, enlisting himself to help in any future battles or wars, or even just plainly going out and brutally murdering anyone he came upon if he was feeling "needy" for murder. He then thought of an idea; if he has to kill to be able to calm his hungering desire for blood, why not be a gentleman about it? He stuck with the idea of challenging people to a duel to the death to calm his rage, as he would hate to kill someone outright if they did not agree to it post-battle. Vurgoth was comfortable with this idea, and set out to live his life as a born again human, with the addition of having the powers of a Knight of the Undeath at his disposal.

Vurgoth traveled over the years, visiting new and different places to challenge people to dual to the death. Along his travels he became interested in studying the blood art of the Death Knight's abilities, as he was content with the idea of causing someone's blood to boil within their own body, or causing his own weapon to fight for him without a wielder. Today, he goes by the self-proclaimed title of "The Gentleman of Blood" and travels the world, meeting new individuals and finding new ways to quell his inner desire for murder. . .while even killing a few extra on the way for good measure.