Mortumer

Information

Player: Werewolf1

Character Full Name: Mortumer Ricardus Kain

Character In-Game Name: Mortumer

Nickname(s): Jaw, teeth, grin, Mort, grin jaw, freak

Association(s): depends on if he needs to be associated with someone to further his goals

Race: Forsaken

Class: Scientist (warlock)

Age: 48

Sex: Male

Hair: Neatly combed and light blue (just because he is dead don't mean he can ignore his hair)

Eyes: Glowing yellow

Weight: 71kg

Height: 1.9m

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Appearance

Prefers wearing red robes or armor to hide most of the blood stains. His weapons differ from scythes to scalpels

Other: Has no lips and his mouth is dried in a permanent grin expression.

Personality

Mortumer is a researcher and is the stereotype mad scientist: smart, sceptical, proud, analogical, sadistic and cruel. He sees everyone and everything not as a living being, but as an object to be researched. He has little respect or regard for most others, and is even willing to experiment on allies. In battle, Mortumer likes to play with his opponent, torturing them little by little until they can hardly stand. He tends to make some nasty remarks and sees no harm in doing so. Other people are seen as irritating and Mortumer would do what it takes to dispose of them after they proved their use. He does things out of interest and enjoys doing them. He will not hesitate to do what he can in order to achieve his goals. Mortumer however is not like a stereotype villain, and will kill your pet monkey or bird that can untie you, will not tell you his master plan and will not look confused when you suddenly duck in a battle (He'll duck as fast as he can himself).

History

Born around -15 in the town of Moonbrook, Mortumer seemed to be a normal child with normal parents and a sister. But something was strange with little Mortumer. He was far more intelligent then anyone in his class and was always reading or asking questions. His unsatisfied amount of curiosity greatly upset his teachers. He questioned everything, and most of the time seemed to know more about the topic they taught than they did themselves.

His social skills, or the lack of them, was also something no one in the town liked. He was arrogant and never looked a person in the eyes when talking. At the age of 13 he asked the local butcher if he can work with him, and for no pay even. Every day the boy seemed to study the beasts slaughtered instead of serving the customers. The butcher felt the boy's place was not amongst the townsfolk and talked to Mortumer's father. Two weeks later Mortumer was sent to Dalaran to live with his aunt.

Much to Mortumer's dislike, in Dalaran he found out he wasn't such a smart child as he believed he once was. As he studied to become a mage, he kept his distance from his class members and was teased as knowing more then a peasant but not even knowing how to smile or be happy.

His hatred for everything and everyone grew ever since he arrived at Dalaran. Day after day Mortumer spent his free time studying books in the library. While most of his classmates passed the tests with pure skill and intellect, Mortumer passed with hard work and determination. When the orcs invaded the human kingdoms Mortumer did not care or worry about what might happen to his family and just kept working on his studies. When a messenger walked into his classroom and said that his sister and mother were slain by the invading orcs, Mortumer laughed through his teeth without really changing his expression. This scared the others in the class, they never saw him smile or laugh.... but now he was laughing loudly after hearing of losing most of his family. He was chased out by his mentor, and retreated into the library.

He burst out laughing loudly while looking up human anatomy, tears rolled down his chin the whole day. After a week Mortumer returned to his depressed and agitated self. When the first war came to an end he started to develop a overflowing curiosity about the orcs. He desired to study them but sadly was still only allowed to stay in Dalaran. He turned to anatomy and found himself to grasp how it works faster then most of the other students that studied with him. Feeling that sense of superiority return, he constantly made mean remarks to his fellow class mates that used to tease him back when they were younger.

The entire second war was spent of learning how the human body works as well as most creatures of Azeroth. When hearing about the many orc camps that housed hundreds of captured orcs, Mortumer desired to go to such a place and study them. He was send out to such a camp by his superiors to study the anatomy of orcs.

He soon arrived in Hammerfall. There he dissected over 16 orcs. When two mages from Dalaran came to pick up his report, he tossed the notes into the fire calling orcs "boring" and "common". Mortumer found out the orcs are very alike to humans with basically the same organs, so he lost all interest in them. He was recalled and forced to rewrite all his knowledge on the orcs. Eight years he spent in Dalaran researching what ever he was ordered to... which he referred to as "petty" requests. He slowly began studying dark arts under his master's noses since the nether was the only thing in the entire city that sparked a small bit of interest in his boring life.

When Arthas and the undead attacked Dalaran, Mortumer was given the task to protect an innocent woman and some children that were locked in a magic barrier. He was handed a magic key and an enchanted magic staff to defend them. When the scourge stumbled upon Mortumer, he threw aside his staff and fell to his knees begging them to spare him. He told them he'll unlock the magic door that kept the citizens safe if they will let him go.

The undead was held back by a necromancer and he agreed that they will not kill him. After Mortumer opened the vault he watched everyone butchered and ripped to shreds. Instead of feeling disgusted Mortumer enjoyed the sight. After everyone was killed the ghouls turned on him.

Mortumer "woke up" from under control of the Lich King at the time Sylvanas started to gather the armies of the forsaken. He, like most others swore to serve the banshee queen, and helped her retake Lordaeron. After Grand Marshal Garithos was slain, he joined the Royal Apothecary Society in hopes of gaining more knowledge. There he learned how to brew many poisons and toxic gases. He also dropped his ties of being a mage and turned into a warlock after consuming a small amount of Fel blood. After two years of studying from the great alchemists of the forsaken, Mortumer was sent to Silverpine forest. There he was supposed to monitor the worgen and see if there was any way to enslave them.

After a month he stumbled upon four mages of Dalaran doing their own research in the forest. To Mortumer's satisfaction one of them was in fact someone he went to class with. He slowly moved behind them stalking them while remembering the teasing and humiliation that man caused him in his childhood. Day after day he studied them and their patterns. After knowing exactly what route they took he planted thin bone needles soaked in special poison he made under some bush and waited. As the group walked through the plants their flesh was scraped by the needles. He slowly followed them watching them get weaker and weaker. Once they seemed weak enough he started his attack. He tossed vials with toxic gas between them. He murdered three of the four mages and injected the last one with an antidote for his poison not wanting him to die just yet.

When his prisoner awoke Mortumer's back was turned on him. The forsaken glanced backwards so the human was able recognize his face. After becoming satisfied with the human's expression, Mortumer started singing the songs the children sang to mock him. He took his scalpel and started making cuts on his own face, tearing flesh off his mouth, not letting the human see what he was doing. Mortumer rubbed all kinds of ointments into his skin making it harden in a grin fashion. Then turned around. The mage was utterly horrified. In front of him was a grinning forsaken holding up a scalpel. It was the first time the human saw Mortumer smile... but wished he never did. After giving the mage a slow and painful death Mortumer laughed, finally feeling happy. He loved being undead and started seeing it as a blessing.