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Atticuss
01-10-2008, 03:46 PM
Full Name: Atticuss Grace

Nicknames: Atty. Some may still refer to him as Skumm.

Date of Birth: Thirty-three years ago.

Age: Thirty-three.

Race: Forsaken, human.

Gender: Male

Hair: Black.

Skin: Cool white.

Eyes: Brown.

Height: 5'10" typically. 6'1" when he stands up straight.

Weight: 140.

Place of residence: A small farm hidden on the coast of the Hinterlands.

Place of Birth: Strathholme

Known Relatives: Married to Drinn. His human family are all presumed dead.

Religion/Philosophy: Agnostic

Occupation: Guild leader

Group/Guild affiliation: Scorn

Guild Rank: Executioner

Enemies: The Alliance. Stormwind specifically. Mathias Shaw. Phineaus, Finch and Poe.

Likes: His wife, Drinn. Farming. Raising hell in Stormwind. Fighting, drinking, gambling. Finding new and interesting ways to torment people.

Favorite Foods: Homegrown beets.

Favorite Drinks: Bourbon

Favorite Colors: The colors of Drinn's hair, skin, and eyes.

Weapons of Choice: Whatever works best for the situation at hand. Currently he's running around with a pair of maces.

Dislikes: All forms of pretentiousness. Tact. Girls.

Hobbies: Fighting. Spying. Stealing. Talking to farmers.

Physical Features: He is tall, thin, and poorly postured. He almost always has his face covered. He walks with a limp ever since the twisted priest Deathshadow shattered it, and Atty put it back together himself.

Special Abilities: Excellent dancer, despite the limp. Reluctant leader.

Positive Personality Traits: Some call him "loveable," though he would sneer at that.

Negative Personality Traits: Brash. Cynical. Over Confident. Insulting. Over-all, he's just grittier than most.

Theme Songs: Evil and a heathen by Franz Ferdinand

History: In life, Atticuss Grace was an assassin working for Stormwind's covert military branch, SI:7. Under the influence of a performance-enhancing hallucinogen, he took part in the "cleansing" of Tirisifal. In other words, he was part of a small group of people sent to kill innocents to prevent the spread of the plague of undeath. During the cleansing, Atticuss experienced a change in perspective and went rogue - turning his blades against the other assasins rather than killing more potential carriers. Word spread of his betrayal and Mathias Shaw, the leader of SI:7, quickly gave orders to hunt down and kill Atticuss.

During all of this, Atticuss contracted the plague and grew sick. The progression of the disease, however, was slowed by the drug in his system. The drug itself is based in the larval acid of carrion worms, the only lifeform in the plaguelands that remains unchanged by the spread of the disease.

Eventually, Atticuss was captured by his three main pursuers: Phineaus, Finch, and Poe. Rather than quickly killing him, the three tied him between a pair of trees and tortured him for several days. The cruelty of this torture is made obvious when one sees his face. However, most people never see his face since he almost always hides it behind a mask.

There was no clear moment of death for Atticuss. The slow progression of the disease and his struggle for consciousness through the torture leaves him only with the memory that at some point, he stopped feeling the pain. At this point, however, he took on all appearances of death, so Phineaus Finch and Poe left him.

There is a gap in his memory here, with only transient Images of fire and blood. Hordes of scourge. A dim awareness that he was not in control of himself.

Over time, Atticuss fought his way back to clarity and control. He met his queen, Sylvanas, and vowed to her that he wouldn't rest until the Alliance was exterminated.

Since then, Atticuss has been fighting tooth and nail against the Alliance, with special emphasis against the humans of Stormwind. Above all, he seeks revenge against his three torturers.

It was on this path of vengeance that Atticuss met Drinn. Months later, they were married.

Drinn
01-10-2008, 04:07 PM
For a wormbag, he's alright by me.

Anaie
01-11-2008, 08:46 AM
A killah on da up an' up. Doin' alot o' good wit 'is little elf ta whip some o' da Grim inta a well oiled killin' machine.

Acherontia
01-11-2008, 09:18 AM
He's stopped with the winking, which is good.

Atticuss
01-11-2008, 03:30 PM
For a wormbag, he's alright by me.

You'll save the pet names for our private hours, if you want to keep your teeth, love.

Drinn
01-11-2008, 03:35 PM
You'll save the pet names for our private hours, if you want to keep your teeth, love.

I love it when you talk dirty.

Cessily
01-11-2008, 07:08 PM
What to think of him? I don't know, and not quite sure I care.

Kiaransalius
01-30-2008, 07:22 AM
He protected me once from a rampaging fool, when I was younger. I do not like how I hear him talk to Cessily, but he has never been harsh to me. I would like to speak to him at length one day...

Mavia
01-30-2008, 10:44 AM
"Loveable Atty",

What's this about fantasies of being a farmer someday? The only thing I've seen you farm is Alliance heads. Maybe you've been thinking of tending a pretty little Lasher garden.

It is good to fight by yours and Drinn's sides, with your cute matching maces.

Mavia

Atticuss
02-18-2008, 12:03 PM
((updated. he's a married man now.))

Alekander
02-18-2008, 12:43 PM
He's a skilled, respectable rogue. I recently saw him get hitched. Congratulations are in order, I think. I wish I could have stayed for the celebration afterwards, but I have my duties to attend to.

Atticuss
03-25-2008, 09:47 AM
Updated.

Melchisedech
03-25-2008, 09:49 AM
"He is going to stab me one day. I rather look forward to it."

Drinn
03-25-2008, 10:39 AM
I'll be happier once he decides beets aren't worth growing.

Anaie
04-16-2008, 02:43 PM
While I don't really 'arbor a grudge gainst 'im... 'e still does gots some payback comin' ta 'im... iffin Grog wishes it...

Now dat 'e ain't Grim no more, I suppose dat's feasible. I'll 'aveta talk wit Grog bout dat one o' dese days. I do be likin' dat wife 'es got though... but she should undahstand da business we killlahs all be in.

Ichnee
05-15-2008, 08:52 PM
That one! Bold as brass he walked into the Inn dressed in tatters, did not want to get the right clothing, and kicked me in the unmentionables. I called the guards, and he was gone. I'm keeping my eyes out for that smelly pussboil!