Raphael Kingsly

Information

Full Name: Raphael Kingsly

In-game Name: Raphael

Nicknames: Ralphie, Ralph, Crazy-paints.

Associations: None, Not even Undercity.

Race: Undead

Sex: Male

Class: Warlock (Although he isn't magical at all...)

Hair: Mostly gone, but a bit brown and moved over to cover baldness.

Eyes: The Usual Forsaken Yellow Glow

Height: Slouched and crazy, he doesn't know and no one tries to make a guess at his height.

Weight: Less then 100lbs.

Age: 39

Alignment: Neutral (Make note here... He is mentally insane. So chances are he will kill anyone.)

Appearance

Normal garb, anything ranging from bloodied aprons to an overcoat.

Personality

In life, Raphael was an avid painter. He didn't sit in an empty and dusty room, he took his canvas and the world was his to paint. From the Coast of Hillsbrad to the mighty Alterac Mountains he traveled and painted. He was clearly outgoing and had always loved to meet new people.

History

Raphael was born into a family of artists. Whether it was music or art. Raphael was born in the middle of the children. Out of seven, he was the forth born. He grew up playful and lovable.

He, and his six brothers, grew up the most normal and ordinary lives in north-eastern Lorderon. He learned to paint from his mother, he learned to paint the beauty of the land around him. Eventually, when he had the coin, he moved into the City of Stratholme to sell his Paintings of Lorderon in all it's wonder.

He made a good living off his paintings, coming into Stratholme once every couple of months. He went from all over the lands of Lorderon ranging from the Tirisfal Glades all the way to the Arathi Highlands. Time came for him to return to his family in the far north, though.

His siblings and himself went to visit their dying mother, after a week or so she passed. They buried her in front of the tree in their yard.

Only three weeks later, the Scourge appeared. And poor young Raphael was caught off-guard in the mountains overlooking Browman Mill. Unfortunate to say, the back of his head suffered a terrible blow by cultist that knew his painting route in the area.

After that, we all knows what happens. He is dragged off, leaving a lovely painting of the ground below him. Dumped onto a wagon, covered, and carried off from there.

At the time Raphael was awakened anew freed from the Scourge's grasp, he fled. He fled to one of the few places his brain vaguely knew. Tirisfal was going to keep him safe for now, even though he had lost his mind. His brain had mostly either fell out a hole in the back of his head or just deteriorated.

One of the few comforts he had was he discovered a bag and a knife. Somehow his brain conceived the knife as a painting brush. He had also found empty tubes, what ever they held they were empty now. He thought to himself..."Why not make paint again? I can make paint from something..." Then he noticed a small camp of Scarlet Crusaders.

Somehow in is craziness he managed to kill two of the crusaders and injured the third badly. While the third man limped away in pain and fear, Raphael begin to 'harvest' materials from one of the dead crusaders. The second dead man, was as the Scarlets may have stated "Viciously and savagely desecrated the corpse." What was worse was Raphael used the knife he found to "Paint" on the mutilated human.

This sparked something in the mentally destroyed forsaken. 'Use the bodies of the living to paint on.'

Soon though Raphael was convinced something was in his head, it was himself just more crazy. The voice he heard just told him to do things, so one day he attacked an Elf wandering around near Brill. After a short fight a local guard came over.

A quick look at Raphael convinced the guard that he was a dangerous and mindless one, simply reverting back to Scourge status. Raphael moved out of the way of the guard and has kept his distance from anything moving.

He now wanders around, almost aimlessly, in Silverpine Forest. Always searching for something to 'paint' on.