Neggrith

Information

Player: Killazer

Character Full Name: Neggrith (Samuel Silversmith in life)

Character In-Game Name: Neggrith

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): N/A

Race: Forsaken

Class: Mage

Skills and Abilities: Basic abilities of mage, no noteworthy skills.

Age: 62

Sex: Male

Hair: Weird, pale turquoise

Eyes: Glowing yellow

Weight: 65kg / 143lbs

Height: 170cm / 5'5"

Usual Garments/Armor: Dark'ish robes, with a classy looking hat. May wear odd armor or garments from time to time.

Alignment: Neutral

Personality

Complete jerk. Often insulting and joking of others. Only race he still got respect for is his own race, Forsaken. However, this doesn't cut out the making fun of and joking. May help out people if he deems it necessary, but this is somewhat rare. His mind is deeply disturbed, but he is still an opponent you shall not underestimate. He is able to think clearly, sense the upcoming dangers and count the different choices in the fight. His deep studies of magic have made him a dangerous mage, who is able to defend himself very well, if ever threatened or forced to self-defend. Time has passed, and his memories are forever gone, except the memories of working under the will of the Scourge. There is barely anything he dislikes, as he is half-mad. He is usually seen with a maniac looking smile, which his ugly and rotten face usually produces. What does he like? Everything he can make fun off, to amuse his own, so limited mind. And of course, humor. Kind of the joker he is, he usually spends time figuring out even racist, or at least insulting jokes of everyone he can possibly think off.

History

We are 61 years back to the Elwynn Forest. The village of Goldshire stood proud in place, creating a safe haven for the family of Silversmith, which was the result of Ann-Marie Reeves and Shane Silversmith's marriage. Marie was barely thirty by that time, with Shane reaching the age of fourty. They had settled down in this very village, Ann-Marie about to give birth. When the time came, Samuel was born. Yet did that small boy know which way would destiny send him, but so his journey began, in the loving hands of his parents.

He spent his long but still short childhood like every other child, playing and learning, under the watchful eyes of his parents. He did not feel a single danger for the whole time he was a child. However, for some reason he was quite shy inside, and a bit quiet, no matter how much time he spent with his friends and family. Samuel was becoming a teen. The time had passed quite fast. The school continued, and so did Samuel's normal and safe life. He had found the joy in writing, and he was becoming really attentive of his family's business, unlike his father who was a smith in Goldshire. This raised the attention of his mother, who had worked for the Court of Stormwind for years, as an archivist. However, Samuel started to seem a bit lonely, and cared little of his friends.

Ann-Marie started to slowly get Samuel's interest up in the occupations like librarian, archivist and everything that included writing, reading and being responsible for whole lot of things. Samuel was barely thirteen by this time.Samuel's father Shane approved whatever his son was interested of, and soon Samuel found himself working with his mother, slowly learning the intriguing, yet challenging job of archivist. The job had it costs. As Samuel grew up, he started to become marginalized. He spent more and more of his freetime working than actually spending time with others of his age. Samuel was slowly becoming a bookworm and slightly nerdy. Reading the old books and categorizing them had brought up his interest in magic, arcane and mages. It didn't take long as Samuel started to learn magic whenever he had time for it.

Time passed. Years passed. Samuel had reached the maturity eight years ago, and he was twenty-six by now. His mother was still working for the court, but his father had to leave the job as a smith, due to his old age and weak back. Samuel had become really quiet, and he was becoming a workaholic. He now spent all his time studying magics, or working at the court and library. Samuel's social contacts outside the family started to slowly disappear, friend by friend. He simply avoided all the social life he could, making him even more keen into what he did. His mother had also left the job, and Samuel had been living on his own cottage near the entrance of Goldshire for few years now. Then it happened. He had barely reached the age of thirty. Samuel was surprised, yet scared of what was happening. The dark portal had blasted open, and news and rumors of creatures called orcs invading Azeroth were getting real. It did not take long, when Samuel and his family were evacuated from Goldshire, towards the northern lands.

There, Samuel started to spent his time on doing something more important. He did his job carelessly, and started to focus more and more in learning the art of magic. His studies would've been impossible without the help of local mage, who was the mentor for few other humans as well. Years passed. He was growing more and more powerful and skilled as mage, mainly focusing on the elements of fire and ice, learning only the basics of arcane. The second war was on the footsteps of Alliance's door. However, Samuel was not sent to the battle for Stormwind. No, he was being put back to his job as archivist, due to his social restrictions.

Stormwind was won back, and Samuel and his family were sent back to Goldshire, which was partially destroyed. Samuel was becoming fed up of his job, and now spent all his time in studying arcane magic, setting the fire and ice aside for the time being. Years were rolling, as Samuel was growing, reaching almost the age of fifty years. His parents had passed away, first his mother. As Samuel was getting over it, his father followed his mother, leaving the world due to a unknown disease. The drawbacks did not end here. Samuel felt peace when his parents had passed. Now he was on his own, and could focus on the studies. No, that was a dream. Stormwind gathered all the skilled warriors, mages and everyone that could be of worth in the battlefield. Samuel was one of the mages, against his will.

The slaughter he was witnessing, caused him huge trauma of war. That was not a excuse for retreat. It was fight for freedom now. For the good cause. For the cause of all. Samuel forced himself into doing something important for once in his life. So he was sent to the battle, to hold back the Burning Legion. His struggle for survival did not last long. Samuel was unfortunately sent in the first group of troops, to prevent the Burning Legion from invading. The first group did not do well in the battle. The power of the legion was overwhelming. Samuel had no time to react, when he was slaughtered by the horrors of the legion. Was this it? Samuel was dead, lying upon the battlefield. He had barely time to realize he was going to get killed. His motionless body was left on the battlefield, with his chest ripped open and skull halfway cracked. Days passed, and something happened.

It was now all gone, temporarily. His memories, free will. He had been raised as a scourge. This was it? Did it all end here? Samuel's raised and mindless body was marching along the thousand other corpses of Sylvanas's army. If Samuel would have been witnessing the horrors and slaughtering he was now part of, his mind would never be the same again. Killing, killing and killing loads of innocent people, as the army was invading Lordaeron, destroying it's very existence without a second thought. Samuel was now one of them, mindless killing machines. With no hope for normal life never again. Time passed, and Lordaeron was destroyed.

A year passed, before one day. Samuel dropped onto his knees. Something had revived him. He felt his limbs move, his warm breathing. But something was not quite right. He was inside a burning house. In front of him, were two little children, seemingly two girls, and behind them, was a scared and shocked looking woman. Samuel tried to stand up, staggering. If he was sane, he'd help them any way he could. But no, what was his reaction? He burst into howling laughter, with a maniac smirk on his face. He did not seem to care about himself, or what did he look like. He started to insult those three, who seemed like cowards to his eyes. This could not have happened in his previous life. No, something had changed his personality. Was it the brain damage, the curse of Scourge, Samuel was no longer the good ol' Samuel he knew he once was.

Neggrith. He started calling himself Neggrith, as the weeks and months passed. Neggrith barely could remember anything from his previous life. Only his new name amused him quite much. Also, he found amusement in joking, insulting others, and of course, magic. Since he stood up off his knees in that very burning house, he had been mindlessly wandering, causing disdain and frustration. He still remembered everything he had learned of magic, and he somewhat continued to study more. His personality had transformed into a complete jerk. No respect to anyone else, than his own race of Forsaken.