Sintakhra

Information

Player: Darksaber

Character Full Name: Thomas Simon Mason

Character In-Game Name: Sinktakhra

Nickname(s): Sintakhra

Association(s): Undercity, Argent Dawn

Race: Forsaken

Class: Warrior

Age: 45

Sex: Male

Hair: Filthy Brown. Long and unkempt

Eyes: Faint yellow

Weight: 152

Height: 5'9

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Standard Argent Dawn tabard atop either simple tattered plate or chain garments. A simple longsword slots into his distorded pelvis.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

A cold, embittered individual following his historical origins. He treats all with suspiscion and cares little for even those he looks up to. He would only rarely stay his blade from a kill.

History

Thomas Simon Mason, as he was once known, worked as a blacksmith and voluntary footman in the small township of Brill. He had a wife, Helena Susan Mason (nee Grubb) and two children, John and Matheld. Come the fateful day the scourge appeared, Brill was one of the earliest victims to the plague. Thomas Mason was one of the unlucky few to be included in the early experiments with necromancy, and he blindly slaughtered, along with many of his neighbours, the remaining township.

Upon regaining much of his own will several years later, he ventured back to Brill to say one last emotionless goodbye to his spouse and children who now lie in the mass graveyard. He was very hollow about what he had become. A monster of sorts. All the memories of the deeds he had done were as vivid in his mind as a photograph. Each scene flickering slowly in the deepest recesses of his rotting brain.

Little left to do, he wandered eastward into the plaguelands, with several of his ‘kind'. Holding little trust in the Banshee Queen but not openly claiming his opinions. His distrust originating from the vile liquid which had been brewed within the Royal Apothecary. He knew he was a simple man, but even in his disfigured and destroyed state, he could not fathom what the forsaken as a 'race', per se, could achieve by developing and conjuring up another plague. It was not long before the entourage encountered Lights Hope Chapel, a beacon of light among a desecrated landscape.

The Argent Dawn at that time was recruiting anyone who had a, forsaken included such as the infamous Leonid Barthalomew. Offering his blade, Thomas Simon Mason became a member of the faction bent on destroying the scourge. Casting aside his name, he began to refer to himself as Sintakhra. No questions asked.

His ordeal to be accepted by the Dawn was long and hard, and even now like most of his race, he is still distrusted. Many voices outspoke him and his comrades. Initially asked to leave, he skulked around the plaguelands for weeks before observing a small troupe of Argent Dawn soldiers being cut down by the scourge.

He was no hero and he knew this. So instead of bounding forth recklessly, he waited. He felt no remorse for not being able to save them, for he knew they were long beyond rescue. After however, he ventured out to the location of the massacre, collected the tabards and the sealed envelope a messenger clutched in his severed hand.

It was delivering this message and the return of the tabards which won him respect. A meager amount of respect, but respect all the same. They would never trust him, but they knew he was useful...

..And expendable.

During the events at Lights Hope chapel between the Argent Dawn and the Death Knights of Archerus, Sintakhra was not present. Instead on an errand to the Bulwark with two other Argent Dawn members