Vladmir

Information

Player: Avon

Character Full Name: Vladmir Shenn

Character In-Game Name: Vladmir

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Church of the Holy Light (formerly), Cult of the Forgotten Shadow

Race: Forsaken

Class: Priest

Age: 78 at death, now 85

Sex: Male

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 78 lbs

Height: 5'8"

Appearance

A plain, grey robe.

Personality

In life, Vladmir was a very pious and forgiving individual. He believed that only the darkest of sins and crimes could not be forgiven. Vladmir admired courage, ambition, and confidence in others, things that he himself had lacked in life. Vladmir depended on the virtues of the Holy Light to bolster his faith in himself, as he lacked the many traits that he admired in heroes. In short, without the Holy Light to bolster his spirit, Vladmir was a very sad old man. In his later years, as his organs began to faulter, he became entirely altruistic, wanting to do some last bit of good before he passed on.

After death, his personality drastically changed. He became a bolder and more ambitious, feeling that his undeath gave him a second chance at doing right what he did wrong in life, and to make something of himself. Where as his brethren felt lost and weakened thanks to their undeath, Vladmir felt empowered. His views on the Holy Light, however, did not last. After being cursed with unlife, he decided that the Holy Light and its teachings were not as meaningful as it seemed to be, and instead embraced the Cult of the Forgotten Shadow, believing that he owed the Light's twisted twin for his reward after his death.

History

Vladmir was born in Stormwind in 42 BDP, born to a cobbler and his wife. Vladmir's mother, who had once considered becoming a priestess of the Light in her younger years, passed on the tenants of the Church to Vladmir and held him to the the strictly high standards. As such, he grew up a very pious young man and tended to hold his friends and peers to the same standards he were. Vladmir did not have many friends because of the high standards he expected from everyone, but had a few close ones as he grew up. As a youngster he joined the Church as an altar boy, reciting the laws and prayers of the light, learning many by heart. It was a surprise to no one when, at the age of eighteen, he taken in and ordained as a priest of the Holy Light. Feeling that the current priests were not doing enough to serve the light, he strived to be more active, organizing soup-kitchens and the like in order to help the needy. His ambition curbed there, as he was afraid to go above and beyond as others would. He did not have any combat training with the light, but did learn to utilize offensive magic using the Light. His talent, in fact, was healing magic. It flowed through him as naturally as breathing, and by his twenty-sixth year he was a full-fledged healer working for the Church.

Vladmir surrounded himself with people devoted to the Light, read nothing but books that taught about or praised it, and overall made sure the Light was involved in everything he did. Vladmir slowly twisted into a full-fledged zealot, spouting lectures about the horrors that await heretics and non-believers after death, and even occasionally promised that lives would turn around if they converted to the light. Six years before the fall of Stormwind, the Church had had enough of his zealotry, and banished him from the Church, on the grounds that he terrified people with his ramblings and warped the tenants of the Light to try and convert people via fear. He departed from Stormwind shortly thereafter, travelling the roads between Stormwind and Lordaeron. He spent twelve years on those roads, healing those he could and trying to understand why he had been dismissed from the Church. When Stormwind was sacked, he stopped travelling briefly and set up a tent along the roads in Hillsbrad, healing the influx of refugees that were fleeing north. As time went by, he became more humble, and began to understand the error of his ways. He dedicated himself to understanding the Light in an unbiased light afterwards, and spent his time learning the ways of the Holy Light all over again.

He did this for many years. He continued travelling through the Eastern Kingdoms as a healer, until the Scourge came. He was in Lordaeron at the time, and when Arthas betrayed them, he fell in the attack. He was raised as a mindless drone, and served under the command of Sylvanas when Arthas travelled to Northrend. When he regained his free will, he realized what he had become, and mistook it for the Holy Light's "reward" for serving it in life. He took everything he learned in his life as a lie, and proof that the Light was wrong, that there was no reward for serving the Holy Light. Initially out of spite, he joined the Cult of the Forgotten Shadow. As he spent more time listening to the sermons delivered about the Forgotten Shadow, his spite turned to true faith. He found that the darker sister religion of the Holy Light held more truth than anything else ever did. He viewed his undeath as a blessing rather than the curse so many felt it was, and relished in it, feeling that it was his chance to make something of himself. As the Forsaken was forming, he began practicing his use in the darker, Shadowy side of the power he used in life. He could not channel the Light as he once did in life, and cast aside his title of healer. He instead learned how to cause harm. Now he has no home, continuing to travel, looking for ways to prove himself worthy in the Cult.