OOC information
Character name: Thirtythree
Class: Discipline Priest
Why do you want to join the Cult?: I love Forsaken lore and I find the Cult a great chance to explore the feelings of it.
How did you come to learn about the Cult: By the defias's wiki page about RP guilds.
Anything else you'd like us to know? I am likely new into WoW RP, but I play D&D and real-life live adventures; however I can be a little clumsy about IC /e events.
IC application:
When I came to see the light again my memory was lost, somewhere inside my broken, decomposed mind while a sharp pain started to frequently knocks my senses like a rush torture. The only guess about my past was a mark, a brand: the number "33" over my heart.
I wandered away, into a world full of mysteries and overwhelming feelings hoping for my lost memory to wake up. Every day my dearest friend: Torture, was coming to tickle my skin, scratching my mind... The Undercity's Apothecaries judged my pain like something alchemically intractable.
One, wicked, day... While wriggling in pain my mind freezed. All my days as forsaken, all my world so new, so... unknow Ended.
I Rembembered.
It has been like reborn, again as living, again as forsaken and again as... me.
I was a priestess of the Holy Light, known as the bringer of faith and light, sacred light: my name was Averilla Stormlight.
My mind was still fighting Val'kyr's power with waves of holy infusion, but when I understood that, that side of me Died. Forever: my power, my faith was lost, ruined.
33. It was the number that the Apothecary who captured me and my brothers gave me during his experiments with the Substance N° 33, it was called Arsenic. Now I can see the right of that, but when I was still alive it seemed to me an abomination: it was tring to preserve our bodies shielding necrotic cells, so that they will able to develop potions for too heavy damaged bodies: too ruined for resurrection.
While resting inside Lordaeron, I heard of The Cult of Shadow: he is right. My vision of the world as living was so short, it is nothing like as a Forsaken: the power of my mind can move the very ground of the world, the Shadow is the Light, but powerfull as the mind itself.
I learned the art of Shadow, but I felt unbalanced: how am I supposed to really master the Virtue of Power, if the shadow rules my thoughts?
I am writing now to you, members of the Cult: I seek knowledge, I seek share of lesson, I seek You. I will feel the pain and accept my torture of the light to reach the right balance so that the sacred Virtues will aid me in Death.
Fri Dec 30, 2011 5:38 am
