OOC information
Character name: Drackulis
Class:Rogue
Why do you want to join the Cult?:
I wish to experience some quality RP'ing and to have fun.
(I'm very interested in the Lore, and I am quite experienced with it, so I think that RP'ing should not be a problem haha.)
And...
I love Forsaken.
How did you come to learn about the Cult:
I have read about it on the Defias RP forums, and have read the "Tirisfal Times"
Anything else you'd like us to know?
I have an issue about being an active player. I go to a boarding school in England, and there the Internet does not let me connect up to WoW. However, recently the issue has been gone, then returned. I will attempt to fix this, however I don't know how much time it will take.
On holidays, I'm a very active player, playing about 4-5-6 hours every day. ( Holidays are every 5-6 weeks, and I will be active DEFINITELY during this time)
I'm interested in all the aspects of the game.
IC application:
Death.
What was it? Was it salvation from the horrors of the world? Or was it damnation after a foul, evil living. He did not know, but he desired it. Where he was now, anyone would have wanted it.
There was blood anywhere. His blood. But he couldn't die, no. He was kept alive by the cultists for their experiments. Twisted, foul, sick experiments.
He felt pain.
Blood sprayed the black walls once more.
He knew this was reality, but he wished it was not. He wished, believed that it was not: the only hope he was clinging to in this nightmare.
Hope.
What was there in that? Was it manipulation by one's own thoughts associated to horror, and missbelief of what was happening? Or was it the only thing mortals could cling to in their time of dying?
"There was no hope."
A whisper was filling his head. He felt the pain easing up and he looked at his interrogator. He was still slowly cutting his stomach open. A distorted smile was on his lips. His eyes were shining with a sick satisfaction.
A sudden hate filled him.
"They're not going to kill you, you know?"
The whisper returned.
"They're going to torture you, cut you, make you bleed out, but they will not let you die."
"They are going to turn you into a mindless slave of the so-called "Dark Lord" they praise"
"You can escape." "Let me fill your thoughts." "Let go of your sanity."No one cares about you anymore." "Succumb to the insanity."
The whisper stopped.
"Let me free you."
This time it was not a whisper. It was a voice.
"If you let me into your thoughts, I can free you of this nightmare"
How?
He felt the voice coming closer to him.
"I will free you of this if you let me." "Let go."
And so he did.
A sudden emptyness filled him. He wasn't in the torture chamber anymore. He was in a dark room, where there were no lights. Yet he could see everything. There was a single table in the room....Was it a room? There were no walls.
A single cloaked figure stood behind the table.
"Sit down."
The voice was now real, not only in his head, but spoken from the figure. He took a wary step forward and sat down. He opened his mouth to talk, but he couldn't. There was no space here. No sound could be heard.
But how did the figure talk?
"You wish to know how I talk here?"
"I am the master of this domain. This realm is the manifestation of what I am and what I will be, and.....of what I was."
He felt an unease fill him at the figure's last words.
"I wish to free you."
Why?
"That does not matter right now. In time, you will see."
"You will be freed from the schackles of the Lich King, living or otherwise."
"However"
He feld dread.
"This comes with a price. You are to serve me, but I will not force you. You will retain your free will if you wish, but if you do not serve me I will grant you unending pain and suffering."
"And..."
"Because of the issues of mortals: love, hate, jealousy, hope.... You will not be living."
The silence that followed seemed like eternity.
"Gladly." Drackulis answered.
Dear Cult,
I was tortured by the Cult of the Damned, but I was saved by the Shadow, or so I believe. I wish to learn more of it, and I wish for you to accept me into your organisation so I can learn more. I am an assassin, and I believe I would be a worthy lightslayer.
I await your reply, and hope for it to be positive.
Drackulis
OOC:
(I just went along with the story, I don't really have a proper plan for the story, but I'll improvise as it goes on. I know there are many questions, and I'll fill them in as I go along. POWER TO THE FORSAKEN!) Thanks!