Minythe

Information

Player: SourPuddle

Character Full Name: Minythe

Character In-Game Name: Minythe

Nickname(s): Miny

Association(s): The Forsaken

Race: Undead

Class: Rogue

Age: 30

Sex: Male

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Ghostlights, yellow

Weight: 190 lb

Height: 5'9"

Appearance

Shoddy leathers

Bones bear, skin tattered

Personality

Minythe is not an insane, brutal, mindless straight-forward killing machine of the Forsaken, nor is he an animated embodiment of peace. Minythe is usually seen as confused, and his intellectual level is bordering a murlocs. He usually conducts mixtures as 'fruit juices', which are really just different liquids in the same canister, hoping to make one to 'boost the moral of the Undead'. As soon as he tried to taste something, he assumed that everything in the world has lost taste ever since he gained free will.

Minythe will also go around trying to continue his former job as a rogue and 'spy'. He'll end up trying to follow people as his 'eavesdrop targets', and he'll fall to the ground, pretending to sleep; although, obviously, Undead do not sleep. He would even remind the person that he is sleeping with his own words, 'Hey, quiet down, can't you see I'm sleeping?', whenever he feels like the person is knows he's following them.

Although Minythe lacks mental skills, his fighting skills would match any rogues, but he would often get confused, attacking tree's and rocks while yelling 'For the Dark Lady!'.

History

Minythe, alive, was a potentially excellent killer in the shadows. Though, when he was a child, he had a bit of trouble with the law; he had served several terms in prison on small charges, such as theft. In jail, he learned a few things from the right people. Suprisingly, he was happy to learn and quickly became an apprentice under some very successful masterminds. Soon, with a few friends, he tried to make his own sort of 'looters club'. The idea was to try to steal from towns that were already destroyed by Orcs. His mentor looked down on the idea and he quickly abandoned it, feeling like it'd be bad to displease his superior. Slowly, he learned the ropes to becoming a Rogue; and a successful one at that. In time, while he was still young, yet at the age of maturity, he met a young woman and soon fell in love with her. At first, she offered to train him studies of the alchemy. She was an apprentice as well, aiming to be a master alchemist; she didn't seem to mind teaching others about mixing potions and the such. Minythe abruptly accepted the offer, particularly to be with her rather then to learn about potions; but he was soon engulfed in the arts of mixing and potion-making. His master tried to convince Minythe to create poisons with his new-found skill, though his teacher of alchemy loathed such a practice and poured anything that came off as toxic. With this, he tried to adjust his charisma and take a chance at asking for acceptance for his love with her; she declined and left him as a teacher. With growing sadness because of the rejection of his love, he soon started to vent his anger into battle plans, into fighting. Growing older, he knew there was no need for love, that he had much, much better ideas in store. He was going to be an assassin; the ender of lives, the soldier of the shadows, the one who would hold the knife in the targets back. For years, he examined many books and trained on several fake targets imagining how the person would cringe when you stab them here, and how much blood would spill if you stabbed them there. Once he was ready for his first target, he set his gear and got ready for his first killing in his whole life. The Rogue wanted to be as prepared as he could; he packed all of his gear and potentially dangerous poisons, all labeled with his name unless he lost them. He headed far south from his homeland and went far enough to where he couldn't remember his way back. Quickly and more so unpatiently he rushed to the first town he saw; when he noticed it was abandoned, he suddenly remembered of his young dream of looting that was denied as a child. He began to loot everything; amazingly, nothing was stolen. As soon as he ran back outside he gasped, and turned pale; a horde of corpses that were already rushing at him, quickly killing the wannabe-asssassin.

Before he knew it, a Necromancer threw him into his meat wagon and he was soon raised as a Scourge. His possessions were still latched to his belt, and after successfully being stuck in the back of crowds, he never got demolished as a minion of the Scourge. When the Scourge gained free will, Minythe quickly followed Sylvanas as his new master. He was now dedicating himself to the Dark Lady in the name of the Forsaken. In little time, he was in search for a name; a way to identify himself. The closest resource available was the labeled poisons, and he quickly took the name. Being dead, his brain rotted severely after some leakage occured, unfortunately diminishing much of his memory, social skills along with most of his self-trained 'assassin training.' He began to go around, trying to produce some kind of juice to 'increase moral' and 'taste good', but he claims that everything had lost it's taste, so he must find materials that did not. He also tries to 'spy' and 'assassinate' for his Dark Lady, but it usually just ends up with him running away yelling 'I win!'. Now, he trolls in the Undercity, waiting for 'orders' told to him by 'the Dark Lady that speaks to him personally, through his mind'.