Viktor

Information

Player: Jaella

Character Full Name: Viktor Dreadmoore

Character In-game name: Viktor

Nickname(s): Sir Dreadmoore, Dread Knight Dreadmoore

Association(s): The Forsaken

Race: Forsaken

Class: Death Knight

Age: Died and resurrected at the age of 30. 40 Years as of current.

Sex: Male

Hair: Bald

Eyes: Glacier Blue

Weight: 210 lbs

Height: 7’3”

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: He still wears his Deathguard uniform with the addition of a different pair of pauldrons to distinguish himself from the others. The pauldrons are two shoulder-curved fitted plates adorned with one spike at the right shoulderpad and two spikes at the right shoulderpad. He also has more heavy duty plate armour that he can wear when the time calls for it, both of his apparels have their own weapon sets and they are interchangeable to give him a personal choice.

Personality

Viktor did not change as much like some other Death Knights, keeping his odd quirks and his own morbid, dark humour. He is an individual that will follow an order to the letter and always takes full responsibility if an order wasn’t executed correctly. Through hardships and an undying loyalty to the Queen he only continues his existence to serve. This will endanger any friends he’ll make within the Alliance as it can make him turn against them when an order is given. His views on the world have been somewhat limited with his second release from the Lich King. Making him somewhat conservative of the old ways that were still embedded in his mind from when he was alive.

Alignment: Lawful Evil

History

Viktor was born in Stromgarde in the year the Stormwind Assassins were formed. Born as a son of a thatcher he led a relatively easy life and learning the craft of his father when he was younger. When he was around the age of twelve he saw a woman being robbed by a man three times the size of the young Viktor. He decided to apprehend the thief himself instead of the guards do a fruitless search for him. He grabbed the hammer from his tool belt to knock-out the man but alas, he was spotted by the large man and stopped Viktor from making his attack. Though, what the thief didn’t see was the foot going for his crotch as he picked Viktor up. This caused the man to drop Viktor and fall on the ground in pain; a Stromgardian knight was the first on the scene and congratulated the young Viktor in his act of heroism.

The knight brought Viktor home and let him sit on his horse, when he returned home his father told him to go play with his friends. While Viktor was away the two started talking and the knight introduced himself as Hector. After the conversation was finished, Hector left and Viktor’s father called his son home. The two began to talk too, during dinner where his father told Viktor that he was chosen to become Hector’s squire. Having heard a lot of tales about the Stromgardian knights he was thrilled and overly enthusiastic about it. Sadness filled his heart as well as it would mean he will live elsewhere, his father re-assured him that when Viktor was old enough he could visit him when he wore his shiny armour. His father then sent him off to bed and he quickly fell asleep.

In the following day Hector returned and after an emotional departure they set out to the order’s keep. In there Viktor was given a room to share with another squire, a boy named Mark. In the years that followed, Viktor was trained in the arts of swordsmanship, riding and chivalry. In the years that followed things began to change as he grew into a hardened man, ready to serve to do the king's bidding. When he turned twenty he was sent over to the keep chapel to take the vows and be knighted. After the ceremony, Viktor was sent out into the city to have his armour made and his sword forged. Once everything was made and he went to collect all the things, he was given a horse as well. A strong and mighty steed that goes by the name of Rufus, when he had some time off in the evening he set out to search for his father in his shiny armour and his trusty steed.

When he found his home he saw his father sitting outside and raised his arms once he saw Viktor arriving. He cheered and walked over to greet his son. He then gave his son a hug after he tied his horse to a wooden pole nearby. When Viktor returned the hug, the two ended up chuckling and Viktor was invited inside. The two talked about the many events that shaped Viktor into the man he became today and when the moon began to show its face outside. Viktor returned to the keep as he was going to the Internment Camps to be stationed there for two years.

When Viktor arrived at the Internment Camp, he was given personal quarters and was often allowed to hunt in the nearby woods for some boar or deer. His main task at one of the camps he was stationed at was to keep the guards in check and treat the prisoners fairly. This always went well with almost no violent outbreak attempts as the Orcs were but a shell of their former selves and slowly, days turned into weeks and weeks into months. He always wrote to his father once a week when he was writing a report as well, this made it possible for the letter to be given to the messenger destined for Stromgarde.

Then, a month before his return to Stromgarde he received a letter that his father passed away and he immediately set out to his home as his relief arrived three months too early due to an error in the administration of the order. When he returned home to arrange the funeral he had help from Hector, his former mentor. The ceremony was quiet and only a few relatives and friends showed up as the day was beset by the heaviest rainfall since the last time. After the ceremony, Hector arranged for Viktor that he would be stationed at the local garrison to patrol the countryside for bandits and thieves. Something that allowed Viktor to hone his skills in combat greatly as the lowest classes of society began to see profit in banditry. In the remaining days that followed, he heard about how the Orcs escaped from the camps and fled to Kalimdor. He had other matters at hand as the bandits seemed to be come organized and better armed.

The next two years were hard and difficult for Viktor as he was forced to retreat for about four times when his patrol was ambushed. One day would be embedded in his mind forevermore when he saw the pillars of smoke from Stromgarde, when the rest of his patrol caught up to the hill Viktor was on to gain a better vantage point. They all didn’t believe their eyes when they saw Ogres and Trolls pour into the city, knowing they had to warn Lordearon to the north. Immediately setting out with this grave news, once they arrived and told the news it was already known and the hardships they had endure to pass treacherous roads and dangerous mountainsides were for naught as the next hurdle was raised on their road. One of bones, rotten meat and putrid stench, the Scourge was this hurdle. Without a moment’s notice they were ambushed and killed by these undead, soon to be raised from the dead to do the bidding of the Lich King. The things Viktor did during this period is best to be left out from the records of history.

A year or so passed and Viktor felt the grip of the Lich King weakening and he gained a mind of his own again. He was drawn to the once glorious city of Lordaeron to heed the call given by Sylvanas. That marked the formation of the Forsaken. When he was one of the administrative offices to create a new record of a new identity he took the surname Dreadmoore as his life got bogged down by being a creature of dread and horror. When they took an evaluation of him, they assigned him to join the Deathguard, fixing his armour until at a later time he was given a proper uniform.

In the four years that followed then, he participated in many battles against the Scarlet Crusade. Destroying chapels and besieging keeps in the name of the Forsaken, in this period he gained his odd quirks and morbid humour in order to deal with the atrocities he witnessed of this brutal war. When news of a new land being beyond the Black Portal a year later. He wanted to visit that place and went to travel towards Booty Bay but through a series of unfortunate setbacks, he met his end once again by the pointed sword of the Scourge.

Though, it would not be the final end of him as he was selected by the Necromancers to become a Death Knight of the third generation. When it was done, his training began to control his new abilities. He somehow favoured the armour he was wearing when they turned him into a Death Knight and thus he began improving it to a heavy plate set that allowed the uniform to take more punishment before degrading.

The time of the fall of the Scarlet Enclave was at hand and Viktor went to war once again, under the command of the Lich King. In the aftermath of the battle, he broke free of the grip of the Lich King and joined the Ebon Blade. Through this, he re-found his place within the Scourge and the return of his former behaviour followed suit. Once again he became a Dreadguard but this time, he was put into a whole brigade of fellow Death Knights that were once Forsaken too.

The whole brigade was stationed to all over Northrend when the Forsaken began their expansion into the frozen continent. Viktor was stationed over at New Agamand to protect it from the Alliance and other dangers that lurked in this hostile continent. He remained there until the events of Wrathgate, called back to the city of Lordaeron to protect its borders from the Alliance should they wish to mount an attack against the Forsaken.

Eventually this did not happen and Viktor was re-assigned to join in on a new war that brought him to the Greymane wall. When the shattering happened and the wall broke open, he was in the frontlines along with his battle brothers and sisters. In the aftermath after the first initial battles the Executor of the brigade realized that Viktor almost had no friends or any form of relatives. He then told Viktor to go out into the world and explore, but be ready to heed the call when his services are required again.