Lovilia

Information

Player: dragonmad

Character Full Name: Lovilia Joanne Halcross

Character In-Game Name: Lovilia

Nickname(s):

Association(s): The Forsaken, the Sin'sholai

Race: Forsaken (Human-corpse)

Class: Mage

Age: 30 (22 at time of death)

Sex: Female

Hair: A ragged mess of semi-rotted, greenish hair that usually falls matted to the sides of her face.

Eyes: Yellowish glowing orbs.

Weight: 99 Lbs.

Height: 5'6"

Appearance

Robes or pants of some sort. Usually darker colors or reds, though she'll wear most anything, really.

Personality

Lovilia is a rather stark individual. She places reason and logic above almost all else, though those are the only things she truly will understand. At the same time, however, she is a very firm believer in the Echo of Life, the belief that, through the use of magic, she still "feels the pull of her former life". (She doesn't. It's the magic "high" if you will.) She truly has deluded herself into thinking that, through the use of magic, she can re-attain some form of life, and will likely fight to the re-death to prove herself right in this respect.

A good definition of who she is would be that if you ever got the corpse-woman to describe herself, it would likely more be an explanation of what she looks like, any wounds she's recently gotten, and then a long rant about something meaningless, during which time she may very well contradict or begin speaking to herself.

History

Lovilia was a rather normal child. She was the daughter of a cobbler in Loraderon, and grew up in relative ease. Her mother was a housewife, and the little human girl never had any doubts that she would fare similarly. As a child, she was curious, playful, and generally got into little trouble or mischief.

By the time she was twenty, the little human girl had blossomed into a woman, and had already married a tailor by the name of Leonard Halcross. Lovilia almost had a child in those short years that followed, but with complications involved, the child was miscarried and she was grief stricken.

When Loraderon fell, she was in the city and never made it out. Killed by ghouls, then raised to fight for the Lich King, the corpse woman fought with that mindless intensity that only the Scourge has.

Fortune, it would seem, was both cruel and kind to Lovilia. She had been lucky enough to be in that group of undead whom became the Forsaken, but unlucky enough to know that her tortured existence would forever be damned. Though she felt no sorrow at this revelation, she instead dove into books, beginning to look into magic and the arcane, rather than the faith that she had had in life. "If that faith didn't save me in life, it cannot change me now." She thought, and still thinks to this day.