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Name: Lord Sothmir Blackthorne (Registered Character Name is simply Sothmir)
Race: Undead
Class: Death Knight
Level: 59
Professions (if any): First Aid
Do you plan to raid with us? Unsure, most of my WoW experience has, unfortunately, been solo. I have participated in a good amount of dungeon-runs and what have you, but I am unconfident of my experience for anything too large. This is my highest level character, so I have not seen much dungeons or instances past classic.
Previous Guild: None.
OOC Info: I do not enjoy talking about myself too greatly, but I have no doubt that this shall be loquacious nonetheless. I am an aspiring author, with a great interest in fantasy, sci-fi, and horror (hence why WoW is so appealing). My biggest inspirations are Edgar Allen Poe and H.P. Lovecraft (whose biggest inspiration was also Poe, so hopefully I will find a way to continue the Poe-chain!) I try extremely hard to be as educated about as many subjects as I can, and this often translates to me wanting to know a great deal about a situation before I make a decision on it. I am quite shy, and a bit withdrawn, so my sincerest apologies if I am not very talkative at first. I also try very hard to be as amiable and accommodating as possible, and do my best to see all sides of a dispute before siding either way (not that I expect a multitude of disputes or anything.) I have been RPing for a very long time, and I feel that it is a great way to understand the psychological intricacies of an individual, both the one you display, and the ones you RP with. It is also quite enjoyable to boot! Not quite sure what else to say other than I truly look forward to meeting other RPers who sound like they enjoy this Lore as much as I do, and hope that I get accepted.
IC Info: Lord Sothmir Blackthorne’s title was a posthumous addition to his moniker. In life, he was simply Sothmir Blackthorne, a citizen of Brill. As a child, both his mother and father passed away to sickness, leaving him as the eldest of two other siblings, a brother, named Alrich and a sister, named Elyssia. Sothmir was fourteen at the time of his parent’s deaths. With barely any time to mourn, he raised and cared for his siblings with the love and respect his parents had given them. Years passed, and eventually the two found lives of their own. His brother, a bright, mathematically-minded lad took up a position as a banker and accountant for various merchants, until he was eventually booking numbers for the Goblins themselves. His sister, a faithful and pious individual, went forth to become a Priest of the Holy Light. Much of his contact afterwards consisted only of letters, for their trades kept them quite occupied.
While he was very intelligent, Sothmir had no desire to pursue a career that catered to his intellect. He still had an interest in books and learning, but his desires were simple. He had become so used to taking care of other people that he rarely thought for himself, and thusly, he desired to find a wife, settle down, and have children. He joined the local militia of Brill, and eventually met a young woman by the name of Lillian Stanbridge. After the tribulations of courtship, the two married, had a son named Uther (after the Paladin, of course), and lived happily for several years. At the age of thirty, Sothmir had done everything he wanted to do in life, but still felt hollow. In spite of his intellect, in spite of his talent as a swordsman, and in spite of a loving family, he felt empty inside. So much of his life had been lived for others; the realization had come too late, now that he was reaching the end of his prime. Many times the Order requested him to lend his sword to their ranks, and every time he politely declined. He so desperately desired to leave what he believed was his own self-constructed prison, but felt too honour-bound to stay and protect his family from the growing threats around them to do so. Not to mention, it was unfair to leave them all alone when it was his decisions that had brought them to this point.
Soon enough, however, the plague came. The Cult of the Damned tore through Brill, spreading disease and misery wherever they went. Sothmir died covering the retreat of his wife and child, and to this day, he does not know of their fate. Soon enough, he became a Scourge zombie, and spent more years bowing to his masters. However, when the Banshee Queen Sylvannas freed him from his shackles, he realized after what seemed to be an eternity of madness, that all he ever wanted was protect those that he loved, and to preserve what was good about this world. However, his active search for his lost family was postponed, as his Queen had other plans for him.
Sothmir was nearly a legendary swordsman, his skill with the blade was unrivalled by even well-trained soldiers and knights. He was made into Royal Dreadguard, serving as part Sylvannas’ personal guard. His partner-in-arms was Antoine Brack. They served their Queen loyally until she saw that their talents were based used elsewhere, and sent them forth to the Argent Dawn, where Sothmir’s skill and fury was able to aid them in pushing the Scourge far back into the Plaguelands. Antoine and Sothmir became heroes amongst the Scourge, for they had aided in freeing Tirisfal. Sothmir was convinced that as a Forsaken, he was immune to falling under the control of the Scourge again. He spent any time he could between holding the Scourge threat back with searching for any signs of his wife and child…
Unfortunately, the searching would end abruptly. Sothmir, great hero of the Forsaken, had grown reckless. He pushed too far into the teeming masses of the undead Scourge, who fell upon him in such great numbers that even his skill could not save him. However, his doom was truly sealed when he felt a terrifying presence enter his mind. For the first time in aeons, he felt afraid. It was far too late to run, and soon, before he could form another thought, his will was no longer his own. He could still see, he could still think, he could even act. But he could not raise his hand against his true enemies. His will to flee was gone, and soon, he was removed from the battlefield, his allies unable to see his enslavement from behind a wall of ravenous ghouls.
He was reborn in death once more, and crafted into a tool of destruction by the Lich King. He advanced quickly within the Ebon Hold, and soon was appointed as a Death Knight-Lord, commander of his own small force of Death Knights. His tasks took him all throughout the encroaching Scarlet Crusade, forcing him to commit travesties he would have never before considered. Massacring innocent men and women as they begged for their lives, profaning the Light, but perhaps the greatest tragedies of all where his slaughter of his former comrade, Antoine, and meeting his sister upon the battlefield. His butchering of Antoine may have been the only thing that aided him in recovering his free will, for Antoine’s speech had made him recall his days as a Forsaken hero. Being forced to kill a comrade, without any way to stop oneself from doing it was the first great blow.
His sister, on the other hand, had turned into a zealot. Believing that her eldest brother had been killed during the destruction of Brill, she turned all of her hatred towards the undead, be they enslaved or otherwise. When she had a chance to strike at their leader, the Lich King himself, it was an opportunity for vengeance that she could not deny. Sothmir, slowly recalling the memories of his long-forgotten past was able to instantly recognize her upon the battlefield. He called out her name, and when she heard the chilling voice of her brother ringing across the battlefield, it was more than enough to temporarily shatter her faith. After a heated exchange, she deemed him an “irredeemable monster”. Unable to bring herself to combat her Scourge-tainted brother, she fled from the field of battle, to parts unknown. Luckily, this also saved her from the subsequent slaughter that would have befallen her at the superior forces of the Scourge.
Upon earning his freedom, Sothmir was desperate to redeem himself for all that he had done wrong, as a Death Knight, and as a person. He saw himself as a man of countless sins, one whose own foolishness had condemned those that he loved to endure a great deal of suffering. His primary concern is ridding the world of the Scourge, so that no one else has to suffer at their hands (although he wishes to be rid of other threats that are related to the Scourge, such as the Burning Legion, he obviously holds a special contempt for the Scourge.) However, finding the remaining members of his family, and knowing that they are safe shall always be goals that he actively performs, regardless of the duties he officially undertakes.
Note of Introduction:
To Guildmaster Elitharan Dawnblade,
You may or may not have heard of my exploits. Whether that bodes ill or well is entirely dictated by your views. There was once a time when I lived a life as a normal man, and I would have never raised a hand to aid this dying world. My concerns were misplaced, and my judgements on the perceptions of those I love were incorrect. I once had a chance to truly aid this world, and it took my death to finally begin to do so.
I shall keep this brief, for while my life is eternal, our time is not. I am a man of innumerable regrets. I have heard word of your origin, and of your Song. Even now, I am still not certain whether or not I would have cared greatly enough for the Sunwell of the Sin’dorei to consider forming an alliance with your organization. However, now that your pursuits align themselves with my own, I wish to lend my sword to your cause. I tire of this endless conflict, how even when our enemies are the same, the Horde and the Alliance bicker amongst themselves like children. However, before the conflict between Horde and Alliance can be put to an end, the threats that plague us both must fall. Your group’s exploits have been exemplary and for this, I desire to aid you. I hope that you can see how we would both benefit from this union. I shall await word from you…but until then, my time must be dedicated to the eradication of the Scourge. In this, I redeem myself, as fruitless as that task may be.
Signed,
Sothmir Blackthorne
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