Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Weapons: longsword, light crossbow, poisoned bolts, traps, food and water
Armour (including worn items in general): light steel shoulder guard, other patches of light leather armor here and there
Biography:
Illyr was raised his entire life in the Blood Elf Hegemony as a slave to a Blood Elf Matriarch and her House. At five years old, he had killed another young human boy for stealing his food, and expected to die for it. He was confused when Matriarch Adona gave him a cunning smile and ordered that his training begin.
From then on he was raised as an assassin for Matriarch Adona. He was skilled beyond the norm; while other dealers of the deadly trade were usually dead before their twentieth birthday, Illyr managed to silently survive and prosper to his twenty eighth. Yet something changed. He encountered a strange shrine out in the Ashlands while pursuing an illusive mark.
It was a simple stone structure covered with ash, and within lied several statues displaying a grim yet intriguing scene. Eager skeletons danced with reluctant humans and elves from all walks of life; kings and priests, slaves and merchants, peasants and soldiers. Above the shrine lied the engraved words, "Danse Macabre". It was a shrine to Death itself, Death personified in "the Dance".
Illyr was compelled to its worship. He returned to Khaela Mensha Khaine a changed man, but Adona did not notice it. Illyr could only contemplate mysterious Death, and, for the first time, his own life. A seed had been planted. And it could only grow.
RP sample(optional):
I have some, but I'm a little to tired to dig them up just now.
