Syf

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Character Full Name: Syf (Rumored to be Si'fenia Ronas)

Character In-Game Name: Syf

Association(s): Ebon Blade, Sin'dorei (when they're killing scourge), Horde (when they're killing scourge), Anyone (when they're killing scourge)

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Death Knight

Age: 142

Sex: Female

Hair: Red

Eyes: Pale luminous blue. Formerly Fel green. Formerly blue.

Height: 5'9

Appearance

A great deal part of her personality, it is important to note that 'Syf' was not one of the Death Knights (apparently) who were required to die to be taken. She'll tell you if you ask that she wished she had. Because of this, it appears her body's natural healing works moderately well---she's covered with jagged scars that have managed to heal over.

Remarkably, one of the only unmarked areas on her body is her face---and its her face that she ALWAYS attempts to hide. Psychologists could have a field day with Syf, as she's got dozens upon dozens of post traumatic stress signs. The face hiding, obviously, is figurative. She's ashamed, not afraid that she's gruesome.

Though she's not nearly as attractive as she used to be, and most are kind enough of spirit not to point that out. Cruelly, her flaming red hair still stands out just as much as it did before she was a Death Knight.

Usual Garments/Armor: Typically something dark---often wears robes, even when intending to fight. Her ability to fight in dresses is rather remarkable, though it as many things she does is only a statement to her total disregard and disgust for her own form currently.

Personality

Alignment: Syf. (Joking. Chaotic Good is the closest fit. She seems to hate all the right things, but she's noticeably insane. Unstable moments could prove volatile.)

Syf has very nearly lost her mind to the point of ceasing to function---this point, just on the cusp, is likely the most useful point for an insane individual to linger. With nothing but disgust toward herself and the Scourge, anything that even smells like it will harm the Scourge in some way is her best friend. She is entirely willing to throw herself upon a cause, simply for the visceral excitement of harming them back.

On a side note, she has an intense hate for Fel use as well. This is only because of her past, being a Blood Elf---she spends time feeling sorry for herself, and her life has been a comedy of suffering. Things just kept going wrong, and the Fel incidents were the last things to plight her before she managed to end up a Death Knight.

Often a depressed, cynical, and quietly angry personality---the only thing she enjoys more than killing Scourge is hating the fact that she enjoys it.

History

This story does not begin at the beginning. In the beginning, there is very little to tell. A story of a Sin'dorei who idolized Paladin---who looked upon the Light as the ultimate use of magic. Unlike the arcane, it could bring life as well as death. This is the story of a Sin'dorei named Si'fenia Ronas, who fancied her race gods.

It quickly turns into the story of an individual who is painfully aware of the running retribution on her kind for being so presumptuous. She learned to manipulate the Light in her younger days---while not training as a Paladin, she learned from those who had stolen power from the Naaru. She learned to lift her striking voice---as vibrant and difficult to ignore as she was in her youth---to evoke power and influence those around her.

When she chanted, it was not so much a prayer...because prayers are requests, or suggestions. Those nearby would be forcibly empowered, and rightfully so by her thinking. It was then that her kind touched on their godly inheritance---unstoppable as they should be. The first time the world crumbled, she learned this may not be true. The first time, it was the fault of the Scourge. Of course, the fault of the Scourge.

They came, and no touch upon godly rites could stop them. They destroyed the Sunwell, and Si'fenia cried. She was certain there was some alternative, some back up plan, for if the Sunwell was destroyed by some errant mob of corpses. She was wrong, and her kind began to suffer. Withering, dying, going after their own in desperate agony.

She remembers, and remembers being able to justify it---the Scourge landed a lucky blow to their kind, but only they could truly destroy themselves. Throughout Sin'dorei history, this echos as vague truth. They've done a fine job of destroying themselves, while others can only cast attempts and gawk in surprise at what they do to themselves as a result.

She remembers the desperation. She remembers killing other Sin'dorei to drain magic. She remembers the first one---that was her sister. Holding onto the memory for a few reasons...one, she recalls it as the day she lost her voice. Two, she recalls it as the last time she did not enjoy killing---and uses that to justify that she's still the godly favored soul somewhere in her.

Somewhere.

One would think she doesn't know the difference between being just enough to not enjoy killing, and enjoying killing simply out of revenge and desire to do so thanks to the whispers of the Lich King. She knows the difference.

Her kind turned to Fel---she had little problem with this. She wished someone thought of it sooner, as she'd managed to do things she'd never quite wash herself of during the withdrawal. What concentration she kept was used as a siren of sorts---she'd lure others to her with promises that what Light she could still evoke would nourish them.

Then she nourished herself. The body count is uncertain.

Regardless, her eyes turned Fel green and all was well for a time. Her voice never recovered fully...it's uncertain just how long or how loud she screamed after she killed her sister, or if that is even truly enough to cause physical damage. It may be psychological, but she's not singing in any manner anyone will ever appreciate ever again. Rather, once she had enough of a mind back to do so... she was somewhere in the lead in the 'become a Paladin which are now called Blood Knights' line.

She became a Blood Knight.

She ended up in Northrend.

She was busy taking revenge on Scourge when it came to her attention that the Scourge hadn't just landed a lucky blow, and they were more than capable of just outright killing her kind. And any other kind, if they so deemed it worthy of their unholy attention. Embarrassingly (to Si'fenia), she was part of a 'run of the mill' slaughter. Outnumbered and outsmarted (they were lead, in a nutshell, into a trap. A trap that included half of her group ending up with a plague bath), and cut down.

Si'fenia survived, for reasons unknown. In fact, it's difficult to tell if she did or not---it's assumed she is still alive because there appears to be no wound of a killing blow on her body. Her recollection of events (when she tells it to others) is obviously beginning to twist even before this particular battle...she could have died and not been entirely aware of it. The battle could have never happened, and she just wandered off as her mind withered and frosted over.

That's where she remembers things most clearly. Starting from wandering the wastes in Northrend, dragging her sword along with her. It would be flattering to say she was taken because she was something special...she was most likely just an easy target. With the suffering of withdrawal having effected her quite a bit more keenly than most of her kin, and the memory of what she'd done to survive so fresh... The Lich King need only mutter to her.

Syf will say the wind was screaming at her. And she won't let you disagree with her. She says her sister was screaming at her too, and that He said he could get her to be quiet. Syf didn't notice, apparently, she'd wandered into nowhere central. She was in the process of freezing to death (which means she had to have still been alive at this point, right?) when another lapse in her memories crops up.

She does remember the 'process' of becoming a Death Knight. Syf may just have been better off becoming mindless Scourge, even if it'd have been an ironic end for her... having her mind remain just intact to retain what was happening to her proves to be a fate significantly worse than death. Slave to the Scourge, victim of one final torture. She gave her will up willingly, simply in hopes of stopping the torture. Though she will not tell much to many, she will say she broke entirely when she screamed and heard what had finally been done to her once beautiful voice.

Syf hasn't forgotten that her name is Si'fenia, and spelled Si'fenia. Her sister was Si'fara, and she doesn't feel fit to use their semi-shared names anymore. To some degree, one could conjecture she's blurred the separation between them in her mind, having lost much more than a kin during the murder---and being tormented by her actions later on. She settles for 'Syf' now, and can sometimes be hear muttering apologies to...Syf. Sif. One of them.

What brought this particular Death Knight back from the grip of Arthas? Despite Syf's 'hunger' being rather intense, her indoctrination apparently unbreakable, and her self loathing obviously thick enough that she'd have no will to break free herself... Perhaps her mind being so brittle is what made it such a simple task.

Her life being about luck (as it generally has been, of the bad persuasion), she perhaps got a good break on this note. Or, a better-than-average break, which instead doomed her to a living of knowing precisely how far she'd fallen/insane she'd become. The fact is, it was an accident. While she had very little will to break free herself---if any at all---she wasn't precisely given a choice. Simply one of the rabble, who figured out they had minds of their own while Arthas recovered.

In recent times, she's been elligible to be 'that' Death Knight. The one in the group who doesn't say anything and keeps almost entirely covered up. She doesn't like speaking to others---and most don't like speaking to her. It seems only other Death Knights can understand her condition in any way...so when she randomly begins crying (or screaming at something that either isn't there or is her own reflection) they don't ask too many questions.