Octaverin

Information

Player: Monolith

Character Full Name: Octaverin Decimus

Character In-Game Name: Octaverin

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): The Horde, The Forsaken

Race: Forsaken

Class: Rogue

Age of death: 35

Sex: Male

Hair: Green

Eyes: Glowy

Weight: 119 lbs

Height: 6'4

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance

Simple dark leather clothing. Usually accompanied with a hat and/or mask.

Other: Makes maps.

Personality

He seems nice enough. A little mysterious, but most Forsaken tend to be. He's talkative and will usually help others if it profits him or he's in a good mood by any chance- which he seems to be in most of the time. He is a Forsaken of fancy, often wanting things for the sheer point of having them. He is a cartographer, often getting lost in his surroundings. Literally and emotionally. His mapmaking skill isn't bad. He often writes down monsters as well, putting them in small books he calls Beasitaries. Whenever he can, he writes down weak points or things of interest on the creature. Since he is durable, but not strong, many do not have such. Only the basic creatures, such as wolves, bears, weaker zombies, and the like. Things one would find in Tirisfal, Durotaur and Mulgore. He's often looking for escorts to help him get to harder areas.

History

Before his death, he was a Blacksmith by trade. He was good at it, taking to it like a ring in a bell. He, like all of Lordaeron, fell victim to the Plague and rose years later as a Forsaken. He rose in Deathknell and fudged around with the Forsaken there, getting his bearings back from Death and becoming a sneaky Rotter, as he would say.

Having no memory of his past life, he assumes he wasn't anyone special. He was buried in a third-rate grave and the headstone read "Gazlow" with the last name busted out. Not taking a liking to the name, he chose his own. A name with elegance, one that he felt tickled the tongue. Octaverin Decimus. In the area around his gravesite, he found a battered old hat, which he took and placed upon his head. Though it has no value or effect, he thought it looked spiffy.

Over the time out and about as an undead- being roughly two years- he started to take interest in mapping out areas. Just being in areas all over Azeroth was life-affirming, and sometimes he felt as if he was still alive and not even a Forsaken anymore. Though he knew he was, and that's all he'd ever be. He has began to aquire a small fortune after him beginning to sell the maps he made, however one could hardly tell from his somewhat shabby clothing.