Wynand

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Player: Uguu

Character Full Name: Wynand Callaghan

Character In-Game Name: Wynand

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): The Alliance (Formally). Stratholme Nobility (Formally).

Race: Human

Class: Death Knight

Skills and Abilities: Wynand is an expert swordsman, well versed in both infantry and mounted combat styles, and has only grown stronger since becoming a Death Knight.

Age: 42

Sex: Male

Hair: Black, long, and split at the ends.

Eyes: Runic blue

Weight: 272 Lbs

Height: 6'

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Clad from head to toe in thick, plated armour, colored a blood red and gray-black, and a cowl and mask covering his helmet. A black cape with red trims flows out from behind him, a deathly, enruned sword held firmly to a holster on his back.

Other: Wynand's body is a roadmap of pain and torture, scars criss-cross and line his body all over. His muscles are thick from years of battle, skin a dark, deathly black color. His eyelids have been cut from his head, leaving a pair of runic blue eyes to stare without pause.

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Wynand is a mentally unstable man, long since tortured by a lifetime of betrayal and loss. His once noble beliefs have been twisted and perverted into a sick thirst for vengeance and death, hellbent on sowing terror and misery in people he mistakenly believes have done him wrong. Despite following his code to the near letter, his twisted demand for blood has corrupted what remained of this once honourable knight. What little love of the living he once had has been torn from him and replaced with an undying hatred, instead finding better friends to be made in his fellow Undead. A once racist man beyond belief, betrayal and death has scrubbed him of such feelings, leaving him to regard everyone as either living or dead, friend or foe.

History

Wynand was born into nobility, set proudly in the city of Stratholme. Wynand's early years were filled with childish antics, education, and sibling rivalry with his younger brother. Years passed with the two playing themselves against the other, always trying to out-shine their own brother, before the First War began with the Orcs sieging Stormwind soon after. Much to the bitter jealousy of his younger brother, Wynand was given a position under a Knight for training. While he never saw true battle in First War, his training in swordsmanship, armour maintainance, and the like had begun to harden the growing boy for times to come. Though his 'combat experiance' at first was limited to observing battles from safe distances, and sparing tests from his Knight-master, with the First War soon ending.

With the Second War spurred on with the Elves assistance, Wynand now several years stronger, he finally saw some combat proper. Following his Knight-Master onto the field on multiple occasions, Wynand found himself supporting his superior in battle, even managing to put down a few Orcs himself before the war ended with their enslavement in camps. With the war over, Wynand returned home to Stratholme with his Knight-Master, and celebrated the victory with both him and his entire family. While the news had him cheering louder, his younger brother having gone under the service of a Knight of his own, the younger of the two seemed to still be clinging to their rivalry. With the Orcs locked securely in their camps, the two brothers were left without a war to test their skills, and often met one another in dueling rings to do so instead.

Though the two dueled constantly over the more peaceful years, aside from a few bandit raids and odd beastly matters, Wynand never once was beaten by his younger, and simply far less skilled and hot tempered brother. Always quick to take advantage of his younger brother's temper in a fight, Wynand often bested him in rather embarrassing ways, leaving the already angered man feeling further humiliated. More and more the years passed, as Wynand soon took the hand of a woman in marriage, though his own temper nearly flared to violence as his younger brother went to great lengths to try and steal her from him, failing in the end. The brother's rivalry peeked to almost violent levels with the deaths of their mother and father, the latter's will granting Wynand a hefty inheritance, his younger brother left with little at all for his petty greed and selfishness.

When the Third War began, Wynand took once more to the field of battle to drive the Orcs off a second time around. Despite suffering a number of wounds during his fighting with the Orcs, Wynand managed always to keep ahead of his enemy, surviving multiple encounters on the frontlines. With the plague springing up around the lands, fearing for his family, Wynand left the fields and returned home to ensure their safety. Though it was unknown to Wynand at the time, his brother had been meeting in secret with Cultists, bargining with them for power. When the plague struck Stratholme, Arthas' trips laying siege to the city, Wynand began desperate to get his family out of the crossfire of it all.

Having plotted an escape route outside of the city, Wynand packed supplies for his wife and child and called upon their personal guards to see them to safety. Before they even managed to leave the courtyard of their manor, Wynand's brother suddenly stormed the place, backed by armoured troops wearing the Silver Hand standard. Realizing his betrayal too late, Wynand and his troops clashed with his brothers, bodies piling up on both sides, as the 'paladin' look-alikes began raising the dead into the fight. Now convinced the Silver Hand was working with the Scourge the entire time, his brother a traitor and a murderer, he called for the order to retreat, fleeing back into the manor. With less than half his remaining guards alive, the rest rising to fight again for the enemy, Wynand questioned any route of escape possible.

Sheer loyalty brightened the otherwise grim look on the situation, as his guard captain suggested fleeing through the sewers, while his troops hold his brother's off. Full well knowing they'd be killed, Wynand gave his captain a final departing salute, before fleeing with his family. Their screams and war cries filled the manor, before they were cut off by the rushing swarm of Undead and Necromancers. After barely escaping death in the city, fleeing into the country side, Wynand and his family were picked up by a passing patrol of soldiers. Filled with anger over the betrayal, the burning of his home and the slaughter of his friends and people, Wynand began plotting as to how best to get justice on the matter.

Years passed as the family traveled around, trying to escape the chaos of the Scourge invasion, before the Legion itself came to strike on the world. More concerned for his family and vengeance, Wynand outright ignored the demonic assault and pressed on. Fleeing further into what is now the Eastern Plaguelands, Wynand tried desperately to find somewhere to hide his family. With the Alliance busy with the Scourge and the Horde, Wynand found himself without allies as his brother caught up with him. Now without his guards, facing far more than he can handle, Wynand simply rushes his brother head on. One might like to have said he won, that all was well in the end. Nope. No, Wynand lost the fight. He lost, and both him and his family were dragged off in chains.

When Wynand came to, he found himself chained to a slab, facing his family, both of them chained to a pair of chairs. Wynand would spend the next few weeks, watching helplessly as the Cultists tortured and multilated his family in front of him. Just as they were about to finally finish them off, they held his head against the slab and cut his eyelids out with a jagged knife, forcing him to watch as they set a few Ghouls loose on them. After watching the Ghouls as they devoured his family, his vision went dark as his brother laughed and plunged a dagger into his chest.

The man awoke again, much to his disblief, as he stood among the rank and file of the Lich King's recently created army of Death Knights. The man's mind became bombarded with the Lich King's orders and his own mad screaming. His body was forced onward into the slaughter of the Scarlet Crusaders and farmers alike. When the klling finally stopped, the Knights breaking free from the Lich King's hold over them, Wynand fled. He ran as far as he could, before finally coming to a stop. His mind utterly decimated by guilt over his family's death, the man made a vow to get justice on it. To hunt down and butcher both his brother and the traitoress Silver Hand that damned him so.

The man awoke again, much to his disblief, as he stood among the rank and file of the Lich King's recently created army of Death Knights. The man's mind became bombarded with the Lich King's orders and his own mad screaming. His body was forced onward into the slaughter of the Scarlet Crusaders and farmers alike. When the klling finally stopped, the Knights breaking free from the Lich King's hold over them, Wynand fled. He ran as far as he could, before finally coming to a stop. His mind utterly decimated by guilt over his family's death, the man made a vow to get justice on it. To hunt down and butcher both his brother and the traitoress Silver Hand that damned him so.