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About Woldemar

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  • Birthday 08/06/1996
  1. Pff. A cabal can get plenty done with the Alliance and Horde knocking on their doorstep. *Looks quietly at everyone.* Not that I would know of course.
  2. A cold wind blew through the ruins of once great Alterac. The environment was harsh and unforgiving, snow and ice blanketed the land, the sun rarely shined, and the wind cut to the bone. Many soldiers of the Order had grown restless and had been contemplating actions that might be considered foolish, however none acted on their restlessness save one. Woldemar sat quietly in his sanctum in the catacombs deep below the ruins. The room was pitch black save a single dim torch lit by the entryway. He sat in the far back on a simplistic cloth rug. He had been sitting in the room for days now, as was his custom when he received a premonition. He felt it always necessary to think of the implications that particular vision. He would start out the same, first he had to determine if what he saw was past, present, or future. Past was the simplest to determine yet often time held more value than present or future. Present, while tricky to understand, tended to give him insight on the events happening around him. Finally there was future. He very rarely received such visions, or at least ones he could understand to be future, and even when he did they were cryptic and unintelligible. His current vision was a particularly troubling one. It started with himself, perched on a high cliff in the mountains overlooking a landmass. The sun was rising and the sky was a light blue, birds were chirping, the world was seemingly at peace. Then an eerie fog rolls in. Its origin is unknown and it comes in from all sides. The landmass vanishes away in the mists and all that is left visible is the sky. Before long, the sky turns green and manner of demons begin to rain from the sky. The mist clears and all that remains is a charred world. Demons everywhere and people being slaughtered like cattle. And then he wakes. This dream has haunted Woldemar for months now. Since before he left his cave and became the Grandmaster of the Order of the Black Dawn, he has had this dream every night. This indeed was a strange occurrence. He did not usually receive a vision more than once. What made this one so special? The first night he had it, he had written it off as the past. He would not mistake the Burning Legion anywhere and he knew that the event he was witnessing was just that. On the second night however, he became unsure. Now though, it ate at his mind like a carrion bird to a battlefield. It never left his thoughts. The door to his study creaked open as two plated soldiers enter the room and bow before stepping aside and allow a robed man to enter the room. The robed man walks to the center of the room and falls to his knees. "My Lord. A few of our acolytes have fled the safety of the compound. I have received word that the leader of the band was captured, and that the Horde intends to execute her for her past crimes." The robed man never once looked up from the floor to to look at Woldemar. Woldemar smirked. He sat unmoved at the back of the end of the chamber. His eyeless gaze blankly staring at the door. With the flick of his hand, an Eye of Kilrogg appeared and moved toward the robed man. It circled him before halting in front of the man. While Woldemar did not speak, his very thoughts were made sound through the Eye. "It seems one of our wolves has gotten to greedy and got itself captured by the shepherd." The Eye circles the man once more before floating over to one of the plated soldiers. "Tell Doctor Rotjaw that his services are needed." The soldier bowed before rushing out of the room, the sound of his plate echoing throughout the chamber and its connected hallways. The robed man gulped. "My . . . Lord?" He said nervously. "Not that I would question your command, but . . . but Rotjaw is not as he used to be. The years have not been kind on his sanity. Perhaps another ch . . . choice would be appropriate." He rambled out before silencing himself. The Eye blinked across the room back in front of the robed man. An dark laughter emanated from it. "I do not need him to be sane. In fact, I have found that his lack of sanity has made his work more profound, focused even. Were it not for his so-called sanity holding him back, he would have made the modifications to the plague my predecessor sought after. No, these last few months have been a blessing to both him and the Order." The Eye floated to the end of the chamber where Woldemar sat and began to float in circles around him. The man nodded his head and began to rise. "If that is all My Lord. I will leave you." He whispered still keeping his gaze locked on the floor. Woldemar ignored the man and rose to his feet. He raised his hands and said a quick incantation. The two holes where his eyes once sat raged with green fire before burning out. The room went quiet and began to fill with hundreds of Eyes, all peering quietly at their master. Speaking with his own voice, "Find me our lost wolf. I will not allow a member of my pack, no matter their inconveniences to be slain when I do not allow it." The Eyes shot off in all directions leaving the room once again empty save the Woldemar, the robed man, and the soldier at the door. "Get him out of my sight." Woldemar commanded. The soldier approached the robed man and dragged him from the room before shutting the doors of the chamber. Woldemar quietly sat once more. His thoughts again racing back towards his reoccurring vision.
  3. Woldemar Steyer Neutral Evil: A neutral evil villain does whatever he can get away with. He is out for herself, pure and simple. He sheds no tears for those she kills, whether for profit, sport, or convenience. He has no love of order and holds no illusion that following laws, traditions, or codes would make his any better or more noble. On the other hand, he doesn't have the restless nature or love of conflict that a chaotic evil villain has. Some neutral evil villains hold up evil as an ideal, committing evil for its own sake. Most often, such villains are devoted to evil deities or secret societies. Neutral evil beings consider their alignment to be the best because they can advance themselves without regard for others.Neutral evil is the most dangerous alignment because it represents pure evil without honor and without variation. Detailed Results: Alignment: Lawful Good ----- XXXXXXX (7) Neutral Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXX (11) Chaotic Good ---- XXXXXXXXXX (10) Lawful Neutral -- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (18) True Neutral ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (22) Chaotic Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (21) Lawful Evil ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (21) Neutral Evil ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (25) Chaotic Evil ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (24) Law & Chaos: Law ----- XXXXXX (6) Neutral - XXXXXXXXXX (10) Chaos --- XXXXXXXXX (9) Good & Evil: Good ---- X (1) Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXXX (12) Evil ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (15)
  4. <p>I actually do have a few different options for villains. Send me a PM with the types of nefariousness you're looking for :></p>

  5. Definitely sounds interesting to me. Been hopping around on characters for a while now, and having recently lost my last fully flushed out one to the Eclipse, I would love to get my next involved in this. If you want another quasi-villain feel free to let me know. Been having that craving to do evil again since I lost Reverend Smithe.