Sarvi

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Player: KomodoTheCashew

Character Full Name: Sarvi Gorehide

Character In-Game Name: Sarvi

Association(s): Horde (Former), Flamefeather Tribe (Former), The Ebon Blade

Race: Tauren

Class: Death Knight

Skills and Abilities: Reign in Blood - Sarvi is a natural when it comes to the Blood based skills of Death Knights, he can use blood to empower himself as well as his weapon. He can also manipulate the blood inside other’s bodies such as making it boil or making it coagulate more. Sarvi’s body seeps with ichor even when not in combat. Sarvi manipulates this ichor the same way he does blood to create similar effects, but less effective. (His ichor might make his weapon hit harder but blood will make it hit with crushing force.)

Age: 43

Sex: Male

Hair: Black with Dark Crimson stains throughout, his horns just as black as his hair.

Eyes: The signature Death Knight Blue

Scale: 1.1

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Sarvi wears blood stained plate armor which makes the bulking Tauren even bulkier. He tends not to wear very much cloth or leather, aside from his tabard, as cloth and leather tend to stain with his ichor.

Other: Sarvi’s body seeps with a very dark crimson ichor, less so when he is not in combat.

Personality

Sarvi is always on edge of losing his temper. He’s very demeaning to anyone who is not a fellow Death Knight aside from special exceptions. (People he sees as good warriors, people who have given him a fun and equal fight, people who have helped him and other miscellaneous people.) Sarvi is as loyal as a dog to his commanding officers and instinctively acts as a guard for them, standing outside the doorway as they meet with others, following them around with an eye on his surroundings, snapping at someone who tries to insult them. Also like a dog, Sarvi gets very upset with himself should he fail his masters or if they get upset with him.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

History

Sarvi was born into a tribe of Tauren under the name of Marn Flamefeather. The men of his tribe were typically raised as being very spiritual, many of them becoming Shaman. He was born much larger and bulkier than the other men of his tribe, however, and ended up doing more physical labor for the tribe than studying and practicing Shamanism. He would always offer his help to those who needed it and even those who didn’t need it.

Although he didn’t engage in a lot of spiritual practices, he was always told he was doing the Earthmother proud and that he would go on to make her even prouder with the kindness he displayed for others.

As he got older, he decided to make it his job to assist and protect the many traveling Shaman of his tribe, accompanying them on their journeys across Azeroth as their bodyguard of sorts. When attacked by bandits or other roadside thieves, he would strive to be as non-lethal as possible, scaring them away, hurting them just enough for them to back down or just talking them out of it. He felt like this was the way he would go about life until he met a significant other, had children and settled down but never really had luck with the first part. He continued acting as an escort for many years.

On one journey, however, Marn and the Shaman he accompanied were attacked by ghouls of the Scourge. He threw blow after blow at the ghouls and held them back as the Shaman ran. Marn could have easily defeated the ghouls but was held back by his moral choice not to be lethal, a choice which in this case caused him to be overpowered and ripped apart by the ghouls. The two last thoughts before his life force faded was one of satisfaction that the Shaman had gotten away and then one of remorse.

Marn awoke to his own body moving without his input. At first he thought it to be a dream, he saw other knights adorned in terrifying armor, brandishing evilly crafted weapons and staring at him with evil blue eyes, more of a nightmare. It was now he realized he was equipped with equally terrifying armor and lugging around a large battleaxe. He fought and yelled and protested in his mind as he hacked and slashed those who opposed his body’s master. His body was used as an executioner since he was large enough to use the axe, separating head and body of those the Lich King’s army captured. Everything Marn had stood for, all the morals he had fought with, all he had been taught as a child, was obliterated right in front of him by his own hands.

When the Lich King was defeated at Light’s Hope and Marn regained control, he didn’t weep or yell in anguish, rather Marn had died inside. He thought to himself of everything he had done, what kind of hell was he condemned to? He found himself with no where else to turn but the men and women who seemed to be commanding him. They explained what had happened and, as odd as it sounds, kind of consoled him. Marn Flamefeather decided that he was no longer who he once was and could not represent his tribe anymore took on the new name of Sarvi Gorestain.

Sarvi made a good Knight, He was obedient, his sheer size stroke fear into anyone he fought and he found himself adept in the Blood talents the Ebon Blade taught. Sarvi still felt empty and disgraceful, even as a Death Knight. Sarvi followed orders for long enough and decided that he needed some way to fill this void consuming him.

Sarvi joined the Horde forces at Tol’Barad, thinking that if he could help the Horde to victory, the faction that his tribe had supported, then maybe the Earthmother would forgive him of his sins. He was captured in battle, later released, scorned for his abandonment of Archeus Hold by Itheros and now, has gone back to fighting for the Ebon Blade, still feeling a lack of purpose.