I remember...
I remember when I was beautiful, the way everyone looked at me then. Desire, lust... it felt so good.
I lived a promising life, my dad was an inventor and made his money by creating war machines to aid the alliance.
When he was working I used to come to his workshop, even though he forbid me, to watch him work on his latest invention, I was fascinated, so young, so beautiful...
I remember that fateful night, the night everything changed...
It was dark, the only lights entering my room were lightning flashes, I remember the sound of rain smashing against my window, the wind howling between the trees.
I remember the smell of burning wood, the way I woke up screaming and tried to find my father.
I remember finding him in his workshop, dying, he just lay there trying to cover the gaping hole in his neck to stop the bleeding.
The last thing I remember of that night was looking at a barrel gunpowder covered with flames before everything turned black after a bright white flash.
*sigh*
Nowadays people don't look at me anymore with desire or lust in their eyes. The disgust, the hate in their eyes, as if they are looking at an abomination.
Maybe they are right, I can't remember much of when I woke up, but I do remember I screamed all night when I first touched my face, or what remained of it.
I don't recall if I was dead or still alive at that moment, or who was with me at that moment. But what kept with me all this time was the burning hatred against the one who destroyed our life's.
I used to live my life according to the light, we used to pray to the light every day. Seems like the light has forsaken me.
Nowadays I don't pray anymore, not to the light at least, what has the light done for me? I lived my life in the shadows, hiding in the remains from my fathers workshop during daytime, only coming out to feed at night. As a last cruel joke of the light I watched the people I knew growing older and older, until they and eventually also their offspring died from age.
As the city I grew up in slowly started to turn into ruins I started to loose my mind, at least I thought I was. I started hearing whispers, not just a whisper from a single person, more like whispers from thirty different persons at the same time. They told me to go north through the marches, across the highlands, traversing the foothills through the forests until I find a small church near the kingdom of Lordaeron.
They told me to wait there and my destiny shall be met right there.
I'm waiting...
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OOC information
Character name: Ghoulia
Class: Warrior
Why do you want to join the Cult?: Because I am fascinated by the Forsaken, they truly are an amazing race lore wise. And I wish to become even more involved with it by joining a Forsaken role playing guild
How did you come to learn about the Cult: I was browsing a list of RP guilds on Defias Brotherhood when I noticed there was a Forsaken only RP guild on the realm.
Anything else you'd like us to know? I play WoW since vanilla, with 2x a year break in between, I have always played on RP(PvP) servers and have lot of experience in roleplaying