Endling

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Player: Rigley

Character Full Name: Samantha Landon

Character In-Game Name: Endling

Nickname(s): Endling

Association(s): None

Race: Forsaken

Class: Priest

Skills and Abilities: Has practiced the light to the point of exhibiting symptoms of overexposure to it; able to use her senses. Casts light on par to other priests, though is still physically damaged by it (though with a higher pain tolerance to it).

Age: 35

Sex: Female

Hair: Black and well-groomed, down to the shoulders. Has lost a bit of its luster since death.

Eyes: Glowing with ghostlight.

Weight: 93 lbs

Height: 5'7”

Appearance

Endling keeps herself clothed in dresses, all of fine quality still. Some seem faded, but there is an obvious quality to them. Many have stitches running up around the arms. She also wears a heavy cloak and a mask which covers most of her face. Dirt-trodden bandages wrap her feet, and ichor stained wrappings are around her hands almost constantly. A silver pendant of the Holy Light is around her, separated from her neck by her cloak.

Other: Wears a pair of Scarlet Crusade shackles on her wrists and ankles. Has a symbol of the Holy Light burned into her palm, and often carries a book bag and candelabra.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Good

Endling is a nurturer. Trained extensively in the art of healing she has clung to her previous faith and trade, even after death. She is devout to the Holy Light still, but considers herself a shameful representation. She has a strong urging to place penance upon herself, wanting to throw off the guilt of her time as a mindless servant of the Scourge, and as such lacks a good deal of self-confidence. She is generally kind and courteous towards others, although she is hardly a social butterfly and will quickly attempt to meld into the shadows to avoid further attention if possible.

She is comfortable around a scarce few people, and becomes rather tense when left with only strangers. She is also a pacifist in terms of fighting, again a form of penance—she refrains from healing her own wounds or inflicting any upon others, though she is not above shielding herself when in danger (because although she feels the injuries are deserved, she does have weak nerves and quick reactions).


History

Samantha Landon was born some time before the Third War and the building of the Greymane Wall, as the only child between the awkward couple of a Gilnean businessman and a meager farmer's daughter from the local countryside. Her parents lived in Brill, though more often than not it was simply her mother watching over her as her father was usually preoccupied with work. Her family was hardly stable, her mother often idle and lamenting over her husband's absence, leaving the young Samantha to tend to her needs. As such she took up a good amount of domestic skills, learning to cook, sew, clean—household work almost always fell to her, though she was eager to help her troubled mother.

Despite a good bit of negligence Samantha and her mother did share a parental bond, and through her depression she did attempt to support her daughter. Her father was unfortunately the complete opposite; emotionally abusive and spiteful, largely from his firm rooting in Gilnean supremacy. He left the household permanently once the Greymane Wall had begun construction, and was never heard of again. Mere days after his departure his spouse took her own life, leaving the now teen-age Samantha orphaned and in the care of the local church.

Under the protective wing of the church Samantha found solace from her previous turmoil at home. She quickly found her place amongst the other acolytes of the faith, learning the skills of a mendicant and developing a strong faith towards the Holy Light. She considered the church a family to her, more so than her actual home had ever been, and was completely enraptured by the priesthood. By the time she reached adulthood she was already a healer, and commonly wandered amongst the other townships of Lordaeron to care for the ill in regions further from an abbey.

When the Plague of Undeath began to spread, Samantha and the rest of the priesthood were in distress. The news of the spreading plague and war was discomforting to say the least, and as it began to reach Tirisfal they commonly found their doors besieged by the plagued. The abbey could offer little more than food and prayers for these people begging for sanctuary—by now they knew what would happen, should they bring them in for healing.

As the world twisted around them, the abbey's strength too began to fade. It was frequently besieged by people pleading for sustenance, to the point that it had begun to run low of food of its own. One by one the clergy began to fall to starvation, others taking their lives to stave off the prolonged agony. Food was given to the youngest of the congregation, including Samantha, so that they might seek shelter elsewhere as soon as possible. Unfortunately, they were never given the chance. Hordes of undead began to ravage the glades, and their plan for escape became one for survival. Barricades were pushed to the abbey door, though through claw and rusted sword they were demolished. The remaining few of the abbey were slain, and raised into undeath.

From here Samantha fades. Memories before the attack blur, and as with many Forsaken, even their names are lost to the void which was the Lich King's control. When Samantha awoke she could remember only fleeting moments of her life, and her name was forgotten to her. Unlike other Forsaken there was no tombstone to give guidance. Upon awakening from the Lich King's grasp she found herself drenched in blood, corpses surrounding her and her former comrades in undeath. She fled, though not alongside the others. The now nameless undead ran, eventually finding herself in an isolated and forgotten chapel. There she remained for weeks in thought and prayer, constantly attempting to summon the light back into her grasp once more—when it finally yielded result, it was hardly that which she had hoped for. The light now seared her, tearing below the skin and scorching her hands with each burst of golden glow.

The undead remained in isolation in some time, the weeks segueing into months, either in prayer or attempting to channel the light once more in hopes for something that could bring comfort, not pain. She traveled to the glades only once, searching for her abbey or another who might help guide her. What she found was a truly changed society, now rejecting their previous faith in favor for the shadow. Her previous abbey lay in ruins, defaced and left abandoned, and her inquiries for others faithful to the light gave her only pitiful stares or taunts. It was from here that she began to identify herself as Endling, having had no previous ‘name', of any sort. She left the glades, only to return back to her abbey and isolation.

Since then, Endling has endured through many things. While she at one point attempted to aid those traveling the Plaguelands, she found herself eventually caught and imprisoned by the Scarlet Crusade—just barely spared an execution, only to be dragged into the hands of a twisted prison to serve as a medic there.* After her escape alongside the others from the jail she found herself adrift, unable to really discern a purpose to her existence, or a place to ‘fit in'. As such she has uprooted herself from place to place, continually seeking a justification to her ‘second chance' to serve the light.