Joanah

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Player: Soree

Character Full Name: Joanah Oent'l

Character In-Game Name: Joanah

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): The Forsaken

Race: Forsaken

Class: (OOCly: Warrior, Can be rerolled if needed. ) (Icly: Unholy Bard )

Age (Of Death): 25

Sex: Female

Hair: Decayed Purple

Eyes: Empty, Glowy-Yellow

Weight: 76lbs with no armor.

Height: 6'1

Appearance

Unholy brown and green robes these are inscribed with several runes flowing down the kilt, some parts are ragged due to past events. She also wears a brown leather mask with a lock, this strange mask wraps around her whole face showing only her eyes, and small parts of her mouth.

Other: She carries her Axe-Guitar everywhere.


Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Joanah has a dry sense of humor, crude, sometime very cruel. Even though she is normally silent and emotionless. She keeps her instrument clean at all times, she is respectful, if respected. She needs not for material possessions, excluding the essentials. (Clothes, Gold, Her Guitar/Axe. ) Joanah is a very poetic girl, she speaks through music and expresses her grief expressing emotions that she lacks through it.

Her music is normally very depressing and brings memories of the slaughter of her homeland to those who hear it. Her places of preference are Catacombs and/or lone places. Though she likes to get out of places like these sometimes, for an unheard song is a song that never existed. Joanah's inspiration comes from past events and her parent's livings. She has had a rough life, as most other people in Azeroth. It is easy for her to socialize, this is not fitting for her race yet her poetic attitude sparks intrest in other people.

History

Pre-Birth (First War)

The fall of Stormwind occured in this period of high tension, Jo's parents were lived in Stormwind. Jo had not been born untill much, much later. When the fall of Stormwind led by the Orcish horde had occurred, Jo's parents fled to Stratholme seeking shelter. They established an Inn, which was making much gold due to the influx of Stormwind refugees. Buissness thrived, and soon the Oent'l name was one of rich monetary possessions. They had what they needed, and more, something was always missing. A child.

Birth (Startish-Middle of First War)

Finally, came the time, the time for a new life to blossom onto the world, for a new adventure to begin its process of plan. Jo was born at midnight, the next day was one of joy, and celebration, the Innkeeper had a daughter, and she was born into a wealthy family, even. Most were happy, others were jealous. Jo's parents already had a plan laid out for her, it just had to play out according to plan.

Turning into a Teen! ( Age 13 ) (Middle of the Second War)

13 years have passed since Jo was born. She has seen people come and go through the Inn, but those who never left were almost like family to her. One of these including the Lutist. Jo was enthralled with the music this instrument exhumed, not to mention the lyrics of brave heroes of the alliance, and grand adventures. She decided to go on to follow the path of the musician. The Lutist gladly agreed. And so began her career as a Bard.

Devastation! (Age 14 ) (Middle of the Second War)

Jo's family lost all it had. Jo's father was sent to prison because he was framed of murder. One dark night, a certain very important person was killed in her father's inn, the killer having nothing to cover up his tracks used the time and place to his odds, framing Jo's father. Her mother was incapable of running an Inn alone. The lonesome daughter's only way of subsistence was her Lute. She started to panhandle in the streets, enchanting many with her lyrics of rise and fall, She managed to keep herself alive. She still attended her Lute classes.

Sickening, Death, Decay. (Age 20) (End of the second War)

The poor girl saw as everything sickened and died, as herself, slowly being eaten alive by the sickness that invaded her body. This caused of course by the plagued grain distributed by Mal'Ganis. She kept at her futile attempt to panhandle, but the whole town's economy was crumbling under sickness, slowly crashing drasticly. The first stage of destruction had begun.

Death ((Age 25)) (Destruction of Stratholme. Beginning of Third War ))

Jo was laying half-dead in her bed, conscious, but unable to reason, or move. She heard screams outside, the voices of many men and woman shrieking in terror. This was... The final stage, the Culling of Stratholme. Mal'Ganis raised its unholy constructs which came into every house, slaughtering all which stood in it. She heard a bang followed by snarling and tapping of several malformed feet. The ghouls entered her room, and ended her suffering. Soon after she was raised in a monstrosity. There is nothing more to record in this period. She remembers nothing. She was a mindless undead, scourge... Nothing...

Freedom!

With Illidan's many attacks to the Lich King, the power within him started to fade. Loosening his iron grip upon some of the farther reaches of the Scourge. With this, Jo was free her newfound freedom was nothing of much importance for her as she had lost everything. Untill she found the Dark Lady. She migrated to the Undercity to inhabit it alongside with the now free Forsaken delighting them with her poetical music about the suffering that all forsaken can relate to. She took deep intrest in the dark arts soon encasing her deep hatred and melancholy into it. She decided to merge both her passions. Spellcasting, and Poetry. She casts her spells through a channel, which is her Guitar. Used Like a sort of staff Which amplifies it. This Guitar was enchanted by the warlocks, to use it as a channel, and the merge of both arts, things like the incantations were thought up by Jo.

Art is a weapon.