Kadel's application!

OOC information
Character name: Kadel
Class: Warlock!

Why do you want to join the Cult?: Kadel has only recently been "raised", after a short talk with Daeyna, he's decided that it would be best to join a group of people with similar virtues to his. As an ex-priest, he understands how these sort of things work.
How did you come to learn about the Cult: Guild finder, and word of mouth
Anything else you'd like us to know? Nope, nothing really.

IC application:
<If it's ok, Kadel wants to speak and join ICly>

I know I'm not an officer, but I'll reply on this anyway xD I've had a short rp with Kadel after he asked me about the Cult oc'ly a bit. His RP is good, for as far as I'm able to say.
I'll let the decision about the in game apply up to the officers.

Spoke to this chap too on an OOC basis.


However consider your application like your finger-painting exam, if you don't put enough fingers on part of the picture you'l lose points.

Cook a short IC story up and you will only be helping yourself.

Lazel Kade lies dead. Dragged from his grave in Stromwind to a cave in the middle of who knows where. He awakes with a venomous taste in his mouth. He coughs loudly, spitting saliva over the masked man standing over him.
Lazel moves his mouth around, trying to remember how to speak. How long had it been? How was he alive? The last thing he remembers is the pain. The pain of deadly poison being pumped into his veins, as he layed crippled over the fountain in the middle of Stormwind.
The masked man's mouth begins to move, "What's your name?". That was a good question. He could remember alot of things, but not his name. "K....Kadel?", No, that wasn't right, but he'd said it now.
"Where are you from, Kadel?"
"Westfall."
They sit there in silence, acknowledging each other's prescence. The cold wind tickles Lazel's bare skin. He looks down to see that he's naked.
"This has happened before."
"What?"
"Waking up naked."
The stanger's brow furrows. Lazel looks around and picks up a ragged cloth, presumably what he'd been dragged in, as it was covered in mud. He wraps it around himself, fashioning a sort of robe. He looks back at the stranger.
"You want to know why you're here, yes?" Lazel nods once.
"I've bought you here to be renewed."
Lazel sits in silence. Renewed? What the fuck does that mean?
The man speaks slowly, clearly sensing Lazel's confusion;
"You are now a minion of the Dark Lady. You live and die for the Banshee Queen. There is no King, there is no council, only our Queen, Sylvannas."
Silence. They sit there for at least ten minutes in total silence. Lazel looking at the man, the man looking at Lazel.
"I know what you did, and I know who you are. I know how you died, and I know what you'll do next."
"What am I going to do next?"
"You're going to ask me for a guide."
"Can I have a guide?"
The man smirks. Clearly Lazel was going to do what the man wanted. He'd died once, and was now alone. He had nothing to live for.
The man throws a weft of parchment at Lazel, he turns around and leaves.

The Imp

Lazel looked down at the parchment, flattened it out and browsed it. An unfamiliar language, although it looked like a contract. A visible dotted line at the bottom, as if saying 'sign here'. Lazel got up, and walked out of the cave.
"Er....sir? Are you there?" He called out quite loudly, but being sure to hold the makeshift robe up. Nobody seemed to be around. From what it looked like, he was somewhere wet. Far away from Stormwind and Westfall, the only two places he'd lived.
Treading back into the murky cave, Lazel bites the end of his finger, the flesh was quite soft, probably rotted. What a disgusting thought. Lazel crouches down in front of the parchment, signing his new name in blood.
"Kadel."
He turns his head, to greet the voice. In its place an imp stands, draped in fel flames, a grin on it's face.
"Er...yes, that's my name."
"I know that already."
Lazel looks down at the little imp, minion of the legion, servant to warlocks. It looked so innocent up close.
"Read the parchment again, if you will, Kadel"
Lazel shuffles back around to the parchment, browsing it once more. This time, it makes sense. The contract details some basic rambling, about how he would give his immortal soul in exchange for demonic powers, granted by dishonourable demons.
"Oh, this sounds quite nice really...eternity of pain an misery....endless power...what's not to like?" The imp looks at Lazel, slightly shocked.
"Nice?!"
"Well....I'm a Forsaken, right?"
The imp glares at him for a moment, before nodding once.
"Forsaken don't die, unless they're killed."
The imp stumbles backwards, completely shocked.
"You! How dare you trick me!" The imp begins bounding around the room quickly, skipping over the walls and across the ceiling, leaving a trail of green flame.
"How could I have tricked you? I couldn't even read the contract." Lazel speaks with confidence for once, perhaps he could 'do' being undead, maybe he was meant for this.
The imp stops mid-ceiling, dropping down onto the parchment in front of Lazel. As the imp's feet hit the parchment, it dissapears in fel flames.
"My name is Zorfip, and for the time being I shall be your guide, your mentor. I will teach you the ways of the fel, and when you learn all you can from me, you'll get a new demon. Is that understood?"
Lazel nods once.
"My contract declares that I am loyal and fight for you, help you survive and teach you. Nothing more. Is that understood?"
"Y...yes Zorfip." Lazel nods while he speaks.
"I think we're going to get along fine, Kadel", The imp puts out it's hand to shake as it mutters the words, Lazel shakes the imp's hand, his own tingling with the feeling of fel energy trickling into his veins.
This is the beginning.

If you can impress me in an interview, then I see no reason why we can't have you in.

Contact me ingame.