Rothas

Information

Player: SputnikRising

Character Full Name: Rothas Darkcaller

Character In-Game Name: Rothas

Nickname(s): While Darkcaller was not his name before his transformation into the Scourge, he took it up when he broke free of the Lich King's will as a sign of remembrance. His old nicknames once reflected his family name, he has recently heard the name Roth come up as a shorter alternative to Rothas.

Association(s): The Forsaken Empire, Lady Calia Menethil and Old Lordaeron

Race: Forsaken

Class: Rogue

Age: Age seems to be irrelevant in the ranks of the undead, but Rothas was around 34 years when he fell to the blight of the Scourge. This would mean that he was born in -9, and was a child when news arrived in Lordaeron of Stormwind's fall to the Orcs, and a teenager during the Second War against the greenskins. Now though, along with the most of his Forsaken counterparts, age seems to be a factor that has withered away with time.

Sex: Male

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Rothas has two sets of clothing, and both serve a distinct purpose. Rothas is not the type of being who wastes his money and his time on frivolous outfits, and prefers to remain with some aura of simplicity. The first is the set of leather armor, which serves him in battle and in times of reconnaissance. While never a warrior in his life, Rothas has found that when he transformed into the living dead, that he was afforded a blank slate. He found that the feel of the armor, and the weapons in their sheaths, were undeniable. His other outfit is normal clothing, which he wears around the Undercity, and in places of refugee. He has found that armor only serves to intimidate, and his plain regalia, allows people to see the humility of his background. As for the rest of his pack, he does not carry much. A few potions, assorted rings and other loot from the destroyed Lordaeron, recipes for poison, and of course, a Lordaeron banner that was wrested away from bandits, proof of the loyalty he still holds dear.

Hair: Rothas sported many hairstyles before his passing. It remained mostly in a soldier's cut, trimmed close to reduce the wear it would take under a helmet. This type of haircut also served well to not interfere during battle, where long hair might bind in between armor plates or brush in front of his eyes. When the plague came, and Rothas turned into a mindless servant of the Scourge, his hair fell out, and he never bothered to seek any remedy. His scalp, a bald and decaying mass, seemed to be protected enough by a cap or armor. When he, along with others, broke free of the Lich King's grasp, he decided that there was no reason to abandon his style.

Eyes: A pale blue in life, and an empty socket in death. The eyes, along with the rest of the face, are the tattered remnants of a once structured face. The eyes are hollow and sullen, and the right one is drooping slightly, which seems odd as there is no weight being forced upon it. This causes a unique effect where the eyes appear to be elongated, with no explanation for why or how they are acting this way. The nose is beginning to look like this too, as the nostrils fuse together and then balloon outward. And then there is the business with the jaw, which is deteriorating rapidly, and leaving visible teeth and the ligaments of cheek and muscle.

Weight: Along with Rothas' appearance, his weight seems to be the one thing that is fluctuating more. A Forsaken can never truly judge their weight, because on one day they may shed half of their arm's skin, only to find out that their leg bone is now jutting out at a frightening angle. For this reason, Rothas has decided that there is no need to judge his weight, because as long as the armor still fits comfortably, and he hasn't lost his limbs to the gradual decay that will leave most of his brothers maimed and handicapped, that he is alright. Before the transformation though, Rothas was a strong but not entirely muscular man, who seemed average and nothing more.

Height: Much like his weight before becoming undead, his height is average at best. He would not have towered above the other farmers and peasants, and would not have appeared as if he could be at home in a Dwarven abode. None of this has changed with his own downfall, and he appears to enjoy this. In his undeath, Rothas seems to enjoy his height because it affords him a certain sense of invisibility. If he were a taller man, then he could easily be spotted in a crowd, and if he were shorter, then it would only take a victim's description to find him. But, due to his size, he can slip into a group of Forsaken, and appear to be nothing more then another commoner out for a stroll.

Personality

It is hard for Rothas to pinpoint his personality. Sometimes he is cordial and welcoming, and other times he is cold and conniving, and it seems that he remains true to the behavior needed for a rogue to succeed in the world. Rothas, who was once a virtuous and kind farmer, fell to the Lich King's plague, only to be raised into a dark figure, guided by his own jaded vengeance and a sense of honor that was cloudy at best. Rothas remains committed to three things in the following order: himself, his connections, and his queen. He considers Sylvanas to be a regent at best, and a usurper at her worst. He realizes that Sylvanas' power is growing, and that with Varimathras gone, that it could turn into more of a dictatorship. Rothas, who knows Lady Calia Menethil could be still alive, or even Forsaken like himself, believes that her claim to the throne is the legitimate one. Now that Arthas has abandoned himself entirely, the last of the line must take up the throne.

He is no rebel though. He did not chose to side with Varimathras, even though his support for Sylvanas is lukewarm. The only one he searches for is Calia. She would even have been old enough for heirs, something that Rothas considers almost daily. In addition to this, Rothas is an imperialistic driven individual. He believes that the Forsaken have a claim not only to Tirisfal, Hillsbrad and Silverpine, but to all of former Lordaeron. He believes with the weakening of the Scarlet Crusade and the Lich King's waning power, that the Forsaken are poised to strike. Not only could they use this to prove their power to Thrall and the Horde after Wrathgate, but it would give them an unbridled position in northern Lordaeron. He believes though, that war should be limited. Torture is necessary to obtain information, but should not be done in a sadistic, pleasurable fashion. When war is conducted, it is a tool of statecraft, and not a way to humiliate and desecrate an enemy. If he were to capture Scarlet fanatics, he would execute them not because of their history or out of some sick revenge, but only to weaken the Crusade as a whole.

But, for all his devilish behavior, Rothas holds on to a strong sense of honor. His honor to the crown, his honor to his homeland, take precedence over everything. There is honor in how one is treated, but this may be bypass-able if it leads to gains. In a more personal description, Rothas has allegiance to no family, dead or alive, and considers himself as an outsider to his human family, if they are alive in some Lordaeron refugee camp. His chosen profession, as a rogue, is not entirely who he is. An archer in life, he continues that profession, only choosing to be stealthy when the situation calls for it. In that sense, during fighting, he is more likely to be seen hailing arrows from a hill then disappearing and backstabbing enemy forces at the front.

Other: Undeath is a very strange life, where the fallen humans are not afforded much. Homes, land, and the rest are reserved to the Banshee Queen and her expanding empire. Poltices and herbs are to be given to the Royal Apothecary Society, and any information on assassinations are the Deathstalker's property. In that regard, Rothas does not have much besides what can be carried on his back. All that he holds dear can be hung at his waist in satchels, except for two companions that he considers to be closer to him then any family, living or dead. The first is Noth, a living worg pup, that follows him into hell and high-water. The beast, which has thus far avoided a chance encounter with plagued food, stands as one of Rothas' remaining connections to the living world. His other is Forthis, otherwise known as Fort, the horse that he once had in life. And, as many know, horses have a connection to one master. Forthis followed him, and still remains as his steadfast steed.

Alignment: Lawful Evil

History

Rothas Lithtos was born to a small, peasant family south of Hearthglen, where he excelled for his early years at cooking and tilling the land. He was the youngest of five, and the majority of his brothers were volunteer soldiers for Lordaeron, and his only sister had already been wed away to a nearby family. Rothas was nothing special, and he did not receive exemplary marks in either his schooling or his extra-curricular activities. For the early part of his life, it seemed Rothas would just inherit his father's legacy and live a life of rural simplicity.

But, Rothas was always a patriotic soul. His mother swore it must've come from his brother's devotion to their homeland, but Rothas always had a love of Lordaeron, whether it was the one trip his father took him on to see Stratholme, or the monthly excursions to the grain silos of Andorhal. And Rothas, when he was old enough, applied to be a representative from their village, which would take him on bi-monthly trips to Hearthglen in the north. It was on chance that on one particular occasion, his visit was highlighted by another man being there: Arthas Menethil. Arthas had come to defend Hearthglen at the onset of the Third War that was developing. Rothas, who was never a fighter, helped the effort by building barricades and staying out of the way of Arthas' men. Little did he know that when he was defending Hearthglen from the onslaught, that his only family was being butchered by ghouls and infected with the plagued grain of Andorhal.

With Hearthglen saved by Uther's timely arrival, Rothas took leave and returned home. The charred remains of the village, and the few villagers that had escaped, told him of his father and mother's fate. The rest of his brothers, who were fighting of the beginnings of the Scourge and the work of the cultists, remained out of touch, and his sister had already disappeared too. Alone and helpless, Rothas wandered searching for solace. But, instead of returning to Hearthglen, he went to Capital City where he could hopefully feel safe. The Refugee Quarter had already been swelling, and at the time of his arrival, there were no beds to be had. With little work to do, he tried valiantly to prepare Capital City, and when news arrived of Stratholme's purging, all the people could do was wait.

Arthas, the man that Rothas had once seen valiantly defending his people, returned, and his homecoming was marked with thousands of rose petals. The Royal family also welcomed him back, including Lady Calia Menethil, who would prove to be the only living member of the family. And then, with one blade swipe, the Capital was plunged into an orgy of blood and massacres. Rothas, unwilling to fight for the Lich King, took a vial of poison and killed himself. But, he immediately found himself bound to the Lich King as a necromancer pulled his body from beyond the ethereal realm. Returning him as a walking corpse, it wasn't long until his decayed remains were feasting on the freshly wrought destruction. Rothas, followed Arthas into Quel'thalas, and helped to tear apart the elven kingdom. And he fought with Arthas' forces, until he found himself free from the Lich King's grasp.

It happened suddenly and without warning, and as soon as it happened, Rothas knew that things would never be the same. Attempting to escape from the Lich King's army, Rothas found himself alone again in Lordaeron, unable to comprehend what to do. Bands of free undead were now roaming the countryside, preying on the Scourge and humanity alike. Rothas joined one of this roving bands, and learned the art of espionage and roguish intrigue. Eventually, when Lady Sylvanas allied these groups under the banner of the Forsaken, it seemed a natural fit for Rothas. The dangers were great, and it was easier to be united against the threats that pushed in from all sides. Rothas though, knew that she was still not his queen. One still lingered somewhere, and he would do all that he could to find her. He stayed in the Undercity though, working on his marksmanship and training in the Rogue Quarter, oblivious to what was going on in the outside world. By the time the Forsaken had aligned with the Horde, Rothas had developed a sense of his purpose. He was raised to fight for the land that he still loved, and the queen that he would always serve. The Forsaken though, must gain an empire if they wished to regain the glory that was once Lordaeron. And for now, that would mean that he would have to be at Sylvanas' side. Resigned, but resolute, he knew what he had to do for his people.