((Allright, before I send of this app, i want to clarify a couple of things since this might be confusing, I apologize for that in advance. First of all Simalcrum is not existing on Scarshield Legion. All my mains ar allies on Silvermoon, which is Nr.1 server in EU, fast paced, high expectations, 0 tolerance for failure. To put it out simple, an incredibly hardcore PvE server. Now this is awesome if you are really into PvE and like the hardcore type of gaming, but I have a life, believe it or no, and I can't keep up with all the others on the server. i wan't to cut down play time but still have fun. My answer to that was RP, I started out in WoW on a RP server with a RP guild. After some research I found you guys, i always wanted to make a Forsaken, I know some lore, and really love canibalism (as a racial ability, haven't tried out the RL counterpart...yet! :p). Now, to stop boring you and get to the point, I will transfer this character, simply because I wanna make leveling him easier for me. So I will give him full heirlooms, make him OP and give him his 6K Gold so he can fly Epic mounts, etc. If you are still reading now, i love you already!!! All others can burn in hell! And now, I finally get to my character image!))
Full name of your character: Simalcrum
Character race: Forsaken
Character class and level: Shadow Priest, Level currently N/A
Character age: Age before undeath:36 // Time spent dead: 4 years
Brief Character History: It was a clear autumn night. It may have been chilly, Roberik could not remember anymore, how the cold felt like.
“I can't remember” he muttered to himself, as he gazed off into the distance.
“What do you remember?” he asked himself. “Close to nothing” he answered.
“And how do you know what nothing is, if you can't remember, maybe you remember allot, just you don't know it is allot.”
“No, I know that I can barely remember anything. It is one of the only things I know.” He heard a creaking board behind him, he spun around half expecting to see a knife cutting through the air, but there was nothing. As the wind picked up again the board groaned once more. Embarrassed at how easily he had been scared, he sat down again at the edge of the platform and gazed down at the dark forests of the Tirisfal Glades, he saw a few limp bodies, hanging by their neck from twisted and gnarled trees. He wondered what their story had been, who hung them there and why.
A gust of wind blew send a ripple through the forest, he could hear the remaining leaves rustling, almost as if the entire forest was whispering to him. It was almost peaceful. The stiff bodies dangled by their ropes, he could hear the ropes cutting into the branches. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, it might have been several seconds, but it felt like hours before he opened his eyes again. He felt it before it hit him, he tried to dodge whatever was coming for him but he was too slow, agility had never been his strong point, he was more of a thinker type, as he found himself in free fall he could think of nothing else however, than his impeding doom. He felt the air rush through his exposed rib cage and he knew in a few seconds his body would be destroyed forever if nothing happened. Then he would really be dead, but what difference would that make, he was hurling through darkness, awaiting his end, he had wanted this, he might of even asked for this, maybe he just didn't remember. He fell and fell, but the impact never came, he never hit the ground. He dared to open his eyes and saw the bottom of the platform he had been sitting on, he saw a shadowy figure looking down at him. He noticed that he was not moving anymore, he turned his head to the left as far as he could, without snapping it. He was hovering a few inches above the ground, the figure above mumbled something and he fell to the ground.
He looked back up, but the figure had disappeared.
“Looking for someone?” a raspy voice asked behind him. Startled, he tried to turn around but suddenly his body wouldn't obey him anymore, his mind was not his own, as if he was just a guest in his head, someone else was controlling him.
“You failed again” the voice spat behind him. “You were wrong you are not ready, and I am having my doubts about you. Your time is running out, next time, I won't catch you. Try and remember that much, Simalcrum.”
“Who is Simalcrum, you have the wrong person!” Roberik wanted to cry out “Let me go!” but he couldn't speak, his tongue, like everything else, was not obeying him.
“Last chance!” the voice warned “After this I am through with you, and then you can become a mindless zombie for all I care!” The darkness flowed through his mind, shadows danced everywhere.
It was a clear autumn night...
((Brief is a relative term you know...^^))
Overall Description: Simalcrum is (like you would expect and undead to be) scrawny, he effectively hides this by wearing long, flowing robes. Like all undead he is hunched ever so slightly making him of a somewhat average height. His face had been spared the horrors of decay, it merely had the same, pale color as the rest of his skin.
Personality: ((Allright, this is tricky since I intend him to develop a bit, while I play him, don't worry, I won't go into guild meetings and start stealing the spot light by doing some overly dramatic RP, I'll keep it nice and subtle, or to myslef, whatever fits best with you guys (you guys being whoever is in charge, slightly confused about that I might add
) so don't be alarmed if I don't make this into a 10 page Thesis on personality traits that are affected after death :p))
Simalcrum has allot of respect for people who wield power which they gained through wisdom or cunning. You could almost say he has an obsession for these kind of people. On the other hand, he despises those, that gained power through luck or brute force and stupidity. He is also eager to learn, and loves critcism, but only when it is constructive and has a point. Simalcrum needs logic and reasoning behind everything.
Why does he / she wish to join the House? : He wishes to serve, obviously this is what he will say to the members of the House if or when he contacts them. That is not incorrect, he does wish to serve. He sees helping as a great power, but his main motivation to join the House was to learn. He wanted to learn more, understand how he, and the other Forsaken functioned.
Where did he / she hear about the House? : ((Alright, time to continue the story I started above, if you are still reading this, my god you are my personal hero, not even Chuck Norris would last this long! Apologies for randomness...))
His head hurt, he could hear whispers around him, they seemd to be inside of him, be part of him. They whispered into his ear, he didn't know what they were saying but just when he thought he could understand them, another different type of whisper would take over. He didn't know how long he tried, eventually he gave up. Then he finally opened his eyes, he was looking up at a canopy of twisted branches, he couldn't see the moon but he knew it was night, something told him it had to be. He put his arms to his side and balanced his weight on them. Then he slowly brought his legs under his body, the whispering had abruptly stopped as soon as he had stirred. He stood up, taking in his surrondings he knew without doubt he was in Tirisfal Glades. Still, he was still in Tirisfal Glades, how did he know that he had been her before? It seemed to be correct, but how had he known? Was it possible he regained his memory?, He tried to remember how he got here, but there seemed to be some kind of blockage in his brain, he didn't even bother trying harder.
"That won't help me...I will remember when the time is right." he said the words but it felt like he hadn't uttered them himself. What was going on with him?! He started walking, he had no idea where but he knew this was the right direction, he just knew it. Suddenly he realized the whispers where back, a thought came to his mind "Could it be? No, that wasn't possible if he were...he would of noticed earlier. Or whould he?" His thoughts were interupted as he saw a light ahead of him. An opening in the dense canopy was allowing moonlight to shine onto on spot in the forest, this spot was something special, he could feel it.
He stood underneath the opening and gazed up at the moon once more, like he had done earli-suddenly the whispers grew more intense and the memory he was about to reach had suddenly been snatched away from him. This time he tried hard to remember but he couldn't, something was blocking him. He heard a gust go through the trees, where did he know this from?! Then he saw it, a single piece of parchement. Flying above, as the wind settled it floated down. The whispers became more intense, almost as if they were excited about something. He snatched the parchement out of the air. The poster is emblazoned with the large Royal Seal of the Forsaken, and several signatures. It reeads:
"By decree of her Royal Majesty Sylvanas Windrunner, all able bodied Forsaken and Sin'Dorei are to be drafted into service to crush any threat posed against our most beloved realm!
Are you an able fighter, perhaps schooled in arcane or even fell magic, maybe even highly knowledgeable in the art of war and politics, cunning, a master of stealth?
Does any of this apply to you? If so....
The House of Sylvanas needs you!
As a loyal servant of the Queen you will execute her will anytime, anywhere and at any cost. For her power is absolute and will lead us to victory over the Alliance and whatever else might block our path to glory!
For more information on joining the Forsaken war effort contact the House of Sylvanas immediately to be drafted into service!
You will be approaching the leading order in all Northern Lordaeron, so make sure you have your facts straight."
And as looked at the poster again, he saw his hand, it was engulfed by shadows. He raises his other hand, it also is engulfed in shadows. Suddenly he sees a different picture, he sees a shadowy figure in the moonlight holding a poster up, he was seeing himself. Whatver he was seeing through was coming closer, cautious not to be seen. It crept closer and closer, suddenly he lunged at himself, for one terryfing moment he thought he might watch himself be killed, but saw a shadowy hand make a short twist, unnatural twist motion and he heard a scream of agony. Then he was back in his body, He looked fown and so a Felhound sprawled out infront of him, it had been rabid, that much he could see from it's eyes, and it had been in terrible pain before it had died. He looked at his hands, perplexed at what he had done. He raised the poster again.
"House of Sylvanas, yes maybe there I can find the answers I seek." Similcrum thought, maybe there he would find his lost memories.
And the shadows whispered, and he had to laugh, because finaly he understood what they were saying to him!
Rate your character's power oon a 1-10 scale, 1 being a lowly beggar, 10 being the Lich King / Illidan / etc: ((Tricky again since I am not sure when i will transfer Similcrum, probably around 4-5 when I transfer, will hopefully get up to 8 in the end at least. By the way if you held out this long, I will bake you cookies! See it was worth it!
))