Dezron
01-28-2008, 08:16 PM
Full Name: Dezron
Nicknames: Dez, Dezzy.
Date of Birth: -45 ( Before the opening of the Dark Portal )
Age: 71 years old.
Race: Undead
Gender: Male
Hair: Black and unruly.
Skin: A pale yellow color.
Eyes: Glowing.
Height: 6'2 ( Full Height ) 5'7 ( He slouches )
Weight: 110 lbs.
Place of residence: Where ever the Wind Blows.
Place of Birth: Brill, Lordaeron
Known Relatives:None.
Religion/Philosophy: Holy Light; The Forgotten Shadow
Occupation: High Priest of the Korkron Vanguard
Group/Guild affiliation: The Korkron Vanguard
Guild Rank: Legionnaire
Enemies: None, as of yet.
Likes: Adventure; Friends; Reading a good book.
Favorite Foods: Elvish soup
Favorite Drinks: Rum
Favorite Colors: Black, White, Red
Weapons of Choice: Holy Light
Dislikes: Genocidal Undead
Hobbies: Writing in his journal; Serving the Vanguard as best as he can.
Physical Features: Dezron is very skinny, seeing as he is an Undead. His skin is slowly rotting, though he tries to preserve as much of it as he possibly can. His hair is dirty and unruly, as he just doesn't have the time to visit a proper barber.
Special Abilities: He thinks of negotiation as a special ability.
Positive Personality Traits: Very optimistic.
Negative Personality Traits: Lets the negatives shroud his usual positive attidude sometimes.
Misc. Quirks:
Played by What Famous Person: Michael Caine
Theme Songs: Scatman; Learning to Fall
History: Dezron was a scholar and a priest in his human life. He had traveled all of the Eastern Kingdoms, but never set foot on Kalimdor until he was about 57 years old. Throughout his life, Dezron carried a tome across his back, and whenever he found something that intrigued him, he would record it in the tome. His tome had an enchantment on it cast by a Mage he had met on his travels. Everytime Dezron ran out of pages for his tome, another one would magically appear, but the book never thickened. The book was 200 pages before his death. Some were journal entries, others maps, and others were simply recordings of events.
Dezron was a well respected Priest as well. Nearly everyone knew him in the Eastern Kingdoms. Some called him "Dezron the Diviner", and he would just grin at them, and continue on his way. By age 52, Dezron was a master Priest, and had mastered both Shadow and Light. As he traveled, he met some amazing people, and a few life-long friends.
When Dezron was 57, he made the trip on a boat to the Eastern Kingdoms. He had mapped out most of the Great Sea, and he had caught sight of the Maelstrom. He was in awe at the tremendous speeds and power of the never ending storm. After many months, they finally landed in Durotar. They had made port in Tiragarde Keep, an outpost of the Kul Tiras not far from Razor Hill, a Horde Encampment. Dezron never really favored the war, but he knew it was necessary. Dezron spent 3 years in Kalimdor, taking boats down the coasts. He had eventually decided to travel back to the Eastern Kingdoms, as the pressure of the war was too heavy on his old body and spirit. Dezron returned to Lordaeron just after the Alliance began to splinter. He had always been faithful to Lordaeron and offered his services to King Terenas. Of course, he had never met the King, Dezron spread his teachings in the churches throughout Tirisfal Glades. He spent 4 years here, and at the age of 65, died in his sleep peacefully. Old age had finally caught up with him.
The funeral for Dezron happened on a dusky day in Tirisfal Glades. He had been slowly lowered into his grave, his tome laid across his chest, his two hands resting upon it. His tome was enchanted to him, and would never allow itself to leave his person.
Then a year passed. The plague struck. Thousands died, risen as servants for the Lich King. A few months passed, and the plague wiped out nearly all of Lordaeron's citizens. Then, the Lich King's powers began to wane. Some broke away, forming the Forsaken.
The Dark Lady, Sylvanas, badly needed reinforcements. She had ordered the revival of the corpses of every nearby graveyard. Dezron's grade happened to be in Brill. His body risen, he was taken for reconstruction. His jaw had snapped off during the process, and they replaced it with a metal one. His skin had all but decayed, and they had replaced it with skins of other dead creatures, merely fusing it with a simple spell. Dezron had been revived. It took him nearly 5 years to fully compensate the fact that he wasn't dead anymore and that he was with the Horde now. He didn't mind which side he was on, as he never did, but he was a bit uneasy. After all, he was a walking zombie, surrounded by foreign creatures. He still serves the Holy Light, but has delved a bit more into the darker parts of Priesthood.
During those 5 years he had begun his traveling again. Except this time, the ravages of time wouldn't stop him, and he wouldn't be hindered by Human requierments, such as food or drink. On his journey, he met a great deal of Orcs, Tauren, Trolls, and fellow Forsaken whom he had known in life. He had made the trip to Kalimdor once again, and ventured into the Orcish city of Orgrimmar. There, he had heard of the Kor'kron Vanguard. Dezron was interested, as the Vanguard traveled most of the known world. Dezron, being a scholar and traveler, wished to join this group, as they would help him fulfill his wish to explore the known world.
Little did he know what he was in for by joining the Kor'kron Vanguard.
Nicknames: Dez, Dezzy.
Date of Birth: -45 ( Before the opening of the Dark Portal )
Age: 71 years old.
Race: Undead
Gender: Male
Hair: Black and unruly.
Skin: A pale yellow color.
Eyes: Glowing.
Height: 6'2 ( Full Height ) 5'7 ( He slouches )
Weight: 110 lbs.
Place of residence: Where ever the Wind Blows.
Place of Birth: Brill, Lordaeron
Known Relatives:None.
Religion/Philosophy: Holy Light; The Forgotten Shadow
Occupation: High Priest of the Korkron Vanguard
Group/Guild affiliation: The Korkron Vanguard
Guild Rank: Legionnaire
Enemies: None, as of yet.
Likes: Adventure; Friends; Reading a good book.
Favorite Foods: Elvish soup
Favorite Drinks: Rum
Favorite Colors: Black, White, Red
Weapons of Choice: Holy Light
Dislikes: Genocidal Undead
Hobbies: Writing in his journal; Serving the Vanguard as best as he can.
Physical Features: Dezron is very skinny, seeing as he is an Undead. His skin is slowly rotting, though he tries to preserve as much of it as he possibly can. His hair is dirty and unruly, as he just doesn't have the time to visit a proper barber.
Special Abilities: He thinks of negotiation as a special ability.
Positive Personality Traits: Very optimistic.
Negative Personality Traits: Lets the negatives shroud his usual positive attidude sometimes.
Misc. Quirks:
Played by What Famous Person: Michael Caine
Theme Songs: Scatman; Learning to Fall
History: Dezron was a scholar and a priest in his human life. He had traveled all of the Eastern Kingdoms, but never set foot on Kalimdor until he was about 57 years old. Throughout his life, Dezron carried a tome across his back, and whenever he found something that intrigued him, he would record it in the tome. His tome had an enchantment on it cast by a Mage he had met on his travels. Everytime Dezron ran out of pages for his tome, another one would magically appear, but the book never thickened. The book was 200 pages before his death. Some were journal entries, others maps, and others were simply recordings of events.
Dezron was a well respected Priest as well. Nearly everyone knew him in the Eastern Kingdoms. Some called him "Dezron the Diviner", and he would just grin at them, and continue on his way. By age 52, Dezron was a master Priest, and had mastered both Shadow and Light. As he traveled, he met some amazing people, and a few life-long friends.
When Dezron was 57, he made the trip on a boat to the Eastern Kingdoms. He had mapped out most of the Great Sea, and he had caught sight of the Maelstrom. He was in awe at the tremendous speeds and power of the never ending storm. After many months, they finally landed in Durotar. They had made port in Tiragarde Keep, an outpost of the Kul Tiras not far from Razor Hill, a Horde Encampment. Dezron never really favored the war, but he knew it was necessary. Dezron spent 3 years in Kalimdor, taking boats down the coasts. He had eventually decided to travel back to the Eastern Kingdoms, as the pressure of the war was too heavy on his old body and spirit. Dezron returned to Lordaeron just after the Alliance began to splinter. He had always been faithful to Lordaeron and offered his services to King Terenas. Of course, he had never met the King, Dezron spread his teachings in the churches throughout Tirisfal Glades. He spent 4 years here, and at the age of 65, died in his sleep peacefully. Old age had finally caught up with him.
The funeral for Dezron happened on a dusky day in Tirisfal Glades. He had been slowly lowered into his grave, his tome laid across his chest, his two hands resting upon it. His tome was enchanted to him, and would never allow itself to leave his person.
Then a year passed. The plague struck. Thousands died, risen as servants for the Lich King. A few months passed, and the plague wiped out nearly all of Lordaeron's citizens. Then, the Lich King's powers began to wane. Some broke away, forming the Forsaken.
The Dark Lady, Sylvanas, badly needed reinforcements. She had ordered the revival of the corpses of every nearby graveyard. Dezron's grade happened to be in Brill. His body risen, he was taken for reconstruction. His jaw had snapped off during the process, and they replaced it with a metal one. His skin had all but decayed, and they had replaced it with skins of other dead creatures, merely fusing it with a simple spell. Dezron had been revived. It took him nearly 5 years to fully compensate the fact that he wasn't dead anymore and that he was with the Horde now. He didn't mind which side he was on, as he never did, but he was a bit uneasy. After all, he was a walking zombie, surrounded by foreign creatures. He still serves the Holy Light, but has delved a bit more into the darker parts of Priesthood.
During those 5 years he had begun his traveling again. Except this time, the ravages of time wouldn't stop him, and he wouldn't be hindered by Human requierments, such as food or drink. On his journey, he met a great deal of Orcs, Tauren, Trolls, and fellow Forsaken whom he had known in life. He had made the trip to Kalimdor once again, and ventured into the Orcish city of Orgrimmar. There, he had heard of the Kor'kron Vanguard. Dezron was interested, as the Vanguard traveled most of the known world. Dezron, being a scholar and traveler, wished to join this group, as they would help him fulfill his wish to explore the known world.
Little did he know what he was in for by joining the Kor'kron Vanguard.