Liber

Information

Player Name: dannyhero

Character Full Name: Liber Dourmark, formerly Dorian Liber

Character In-Game Name: Liber

Nickname(s): None

Associations: Himself.

Race: Human

Class: Death Knight.

Age: 27

Sex: Male.

Height: 5' 11"

Weight: 185 lbs.

Eyes: Icy Blue.(Death Knight.)

Alignment: True neutral.

Hair: Pitch black medium lenght hair, with smatterings of gray that usually frames his face, save for the few stubborn strands that get into his eyes. He has a stylized mustache, but he seems to shave the rest strangely enough.

Appearance

An average sized man, he is not beastly large, or uniquely small, but it is obvious he has seen better days, relatively well preserved flesh littered with scars on his back, one could assume from a lash, and the face that held and icy gaze appeared to be on the receiving end of a few beatings, but not enough to ruin it. In undeath his appearance seemed frozen for eternity, young and somewhat attractive, if it wasn't for the... being dead and all. The rest of him has appeared to have stood the test of passing on, the body in an overly average fitness, still only broken by the lashes phantasmal remains. He has a tattoo of albatross on his beck left shoulder. He looks like he could pass for being alive... other then the glowing eyes and metallic voice, maybe if he wore goggles or something, he could fool a few folks.

Personality

Before his journey into undeath, Liber was dull, he was full of self pity and typically a bother to everyone around him, normally sorrowful at his own misfortune, but never brave enough to change his circumstances. In life he whined, and got drunk, and was submissive and over all, unhappy. Since his untimely demise, he has taken a full 180 in unlife. He revels in his new existence, a death knight, a man of importance and power. He feels his new circumstances what he was meant for when he walked the earth, that this is somehow, his chance to be someone. Absolutely unwilling to return to life as it was, or to die, he is reluctant to rejoin society and fade into another face in the crowd, he sees undeath as the greatest thing to ever happen to him. He views his new found power as the only thing worthwhile in life, a very willing trade-off for his former life. Hes acts cocky, prideful, boastful and headstrong. Though he was a citizen of Lordaeron, he was, and is still, in no way a worshiper of the Light or a patriot, finding life had given him so little to be grateful or proud of. He detests authority, all the figures of it in his life being a huge let down.

His reactions to the living, he sees them as lesser beings, and often holds grudges against the higher class, himself growing up poor and without much in life. Holding the disdain for their great apathy to the poor, the way the looked down on him, he sees it as his turn to spit in their faces. He seems to gravitate to the allies of the past, Humans, Dwarves, Forsaken, Gnomes and Blood Elves. While he is not hateful to Orcs, Trolls, Draenei and Night Elves, he is rather unfamiliar with them, and thus shys away, or is generally ignorant, rude and not very skilled at understanding them, coming from a rather poor background, Liber's manner's are not the best. He seems to have an obsession with shoes, and how things in general fit together, enjoying taking them apart and figuring out how they work, this has taken a rather dark twist in his undeath, because he'll often mutilate corpses to "study" them. He's also claustrophobic, and tends to act unreasonably violent when stuck in tight places, or feeling trapped.

History

The son of a cobbler and his wife, Cabot was born into a less then affluent life in Lordaeron's capital city, his family struggled, but lived. He spent his life working on shoes with his father, staring blissfully at the children outside playing, the few who could going to school, and then looking back at his bland home, and the leather that filled it. He longed for importance, to be more then a cobbler's son, more then a peasant. His mother fell deathly ill later in his life, his father's already meager income being stretched so thin, it couldn't support the two of them any longer, and the funds stopped paying for medicine, and she died. His father, in his turmoil, left his son in front of the orphanage, not wanting his son to starve to death, knowing that he couldn't take care of them both.

In the orphanage Cabot spent much of his time escaping, trying to find his father in the city, he was always found by a guard and taken by. This went on for some years, until Liber's heart was crushed and he ended up just sulking about the orphanage for nearly the rest of his life, drawing pictures and watching the more fortunate souls from his window scurry about with smiles on their faces and new clothes, how he envied them, strolling about with a big happy family, it infuriated him so see them with such luck, and himself in such a terrible state. As he grew into his teens, he became increasingly resentful to his father, mother, life, and people around him, blaming his circumstances on them, but most of all, he hated the circumstances, he felt the world was unjust, and was wrong for twisting his fate in such a horrid manner.

When he was old enough to fend for himself, the orphanage tossed him out and he struggled with finding a job, he turned to crime as a source of lively hood falling into circles of shady people, theft and work as thug muscle. His career as a criminal didn't last long however, caught by the Lordaeron guards leaving a home with stolen goods, and taken to trial and condemned with thievery and breaking and entering, assaulting the owner of the house and a few other not so friendly doings, he was going to serve the next twenty years of his life in the Stockades to atone for his crimes.

Liber's life in the stocks was considerable worse then that out of the bars, brutal beatings, terrible food, and people looked down even lower at him then when he was a poor boy, and orphan, and a criminal. The life of tedious manual labor, viscous assaults from the prisoners and guards alike, and still, Cabot blamed his fate on everyone, he was filled with hate, and his attempts at suicide were thwarted by the guards on a few occasions. At his lowest, Cabot soon found himself alone inside his cell, he heard commotion above and around him, and soon enough, ghouls poured in from above, they massacred the guards and tried to reach through the bars at the prisoners, and so Cabot stayed there surrounded by the invading stench of decay, and watched the guard's bodies devoured, and the undead loitering around his cell, until starvation took him and the surviving prisoners.

Liber awoke on a frigid stone floor, the whispers of the Lich King invading his mind, he learned all that passed, and learned his duty as a knight of the Scourge, he attacked The Scarlet Paradise, and spent most of his time, brooding on the events, he didn't feel bad that we was killing these people, he didn't feel sorry that we wasn't alive, mostly Cabot felt nothing, but partly, Cabot was glad. He was free, he had power and purpose, all the things he lacked in life, all the dreams and wishes he pined for were set before him like a banquet, yet, every time the Lich King whispered into his skull, it reminded him that he was not entirely free. Yet when the death knights rebelled, Cabot saw his chance at freedom, he went renegade, ready to carve in own path at life, to take everything he wasn't given by cruel fate.