Alessandra
Information
Player: Andrasia
Character Full Name: Alessandra du Mort
Character In-Game Name: Alessandra
Nickname(s): Nibbles
Association(s): The Forsaken, The Forgotten Shadow, The Lightslayers
Race: Undead
Class: Lightslayer (Rogue OOCly)
Age: 33 (7 of those years have been spent dead.)
Sex: Female
Hair: Black and course.
Eyes: Orbs of a yellow glow.
Weight: 128 pounds of dead weight. Hurr.
Height: A nice five feet and nine and a half inches.
Appearance
Usually very dark and/or black tight leather combat garb and facial concealing masks.
Other: Daggers, many many daggers. All in straps down her legs, on her belt, one on both sides of her forearms in holders, switchblades under her wrists for the secret kills, longer machete/katana like ones on her back.
Personality
She -hates- breathers, she hates the Light, she hates bright vibrant colors, she hates living happiness, she hates the Scarlet Crusade, she most of all hates loud noises. Obvious Alessandra is one to feed of hatred and the like. Brooding, ever brooding, scheming, plotting more interesting ways to rid the world of the Light and its menace. One of her favorite activities is to sharpen her daggers, they are quite her pride and joy, they would be anyone who had her job's pride and joy. She is very very secluded and often by herself. That does -not- mean she won't be seen with others. She is rather demented and often tries to converse about how she loves to kill things in a certain way, almost OCD about it.
History
In life, Alessandra was born and raised in Andorhal, it was quite literally a previous life that she refuses to accept that it happened. She held a whole different name, though for pity sake, I will not say. She had an easy, boring life in the farm town, working as a nurse though she had to ability to heal, she could wrap a mean bandage. Yet, before she knew it, before anyone knew it, the town's grain was contaminated and well, the rest about that is...history.
In death, Alessandra received many revelations about herself, all happening after she was a mindless husk for the Lich King. She saw and watched how breathers treated her and her kin. Resentment; is what she held. She looked back on her previous life and how disgusted she was to be associated with the same type of people that have grown to forsake her. She was now a true Forsaken. Kill; something she's grown to love, to give others the eyes of what she sees, to give others a new chance in death, to bring a curse upon the curseless, to dirty the purity of the Light, she seeks.
Lordaeron
She will find solace there, solace in people gifting her a means to exemplify her hunger. Solace in reveling and mingling with others like herself. Solace in hatred. Hope within hatred. Hope for a deeply seeded, malicious cause to better the world of the dead.
