User:Perdurabo/Perdurabo

Quick Bio
Professions: Alchemist/Herbalist

Physical Description: Perdurabo is a moderately tall, very lanky individual. His face is skull like in appearance. A good majority of his body has not yet rotted away, and seems to be going very slow about doing so. He has no eyes, which leads to an intimidating, rather deep stare. He has all of his lower jaw, and bits of his upper. His fingers are very long and thin, and his hair still smells decent, even in death.

Personality: Very intelligent with a humor that can be quite morbid at times. Some say that when you speak to Perdurabo, you can see he's listening, but his mind is constantly thinking about other things. He never stops planning ahead of himself, and always seems to have a backway out of problems. He gives off a feeling of wisdom and security to those who work with him. Very quick to mock those whom he feels are stupid.

Goals: To come to a better understanding of his forsaken existance, and a better understanding of Azeroth.

Quotes: "I am forsaken" - "Knowledge is power, nothing else compares"

History
Perdurabo was born into a wealthy home in the Alliance city of Stormwind. He grew up learning the formalities and rules of a high class individual. As a boy Perdurabo had an ability to win arguments with others. He would simply confront them with his intellect. Growing up he trained in the arts of Magecraft. All his life he had a connection to control of others. He enjoyed controlling the fights he go into, and controlling the attitudes of those around him. Therfore he specialized in the magic of frost, and became an entitled Ice Mage by age 17.

Perdurabo's father was a diplomat between Lordaron and Stormwind, and often had many travelers in the family's large home. Though he was an Ice Mage, Perdurabo grew up largely in the company of Warlocks. They taught him many things about themselves, and would often show him relics and artifacts from their adventures and stories.

Perdurabo fought hard for Stormwind against the undead and other horde factions throughout his life. He claimed to have no personal quam with any of the factions, merely a desire to protect his home. He never took a wife, though was always open for love. Around his 32nd season, a girl named Brittani walked into his life and he began to fall for her. By season 35 they were what they called "Partners". They were a lustful, loving couple and could have been happy together for many years.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

A few days after hitting his 37th season, Perdurabo returned to his home in Stormwind to find an ex-companion of his sitting in the living room. As the man spoke of why he had come, a grin spread about his face. He was a jealous, immature seeker of the knowledge that Perdurabo held over several subjects. The hours that followed after meeting the intruder were very gruesome, painful, and final.

Without getting to graphic in this report, he was tied up by three of the intruder's aids. He was brought back to his own bed, where his love lay. She was not dead, but was quivering from the pain she was in. He was thrown on the bed and forced to watch her be raped and sodomized. His rival tourtured her until she no longer screamed and no longer fought back. Until she was dead.

He then tied Perdurabo down and began to torture him as well. Nails, hammers, stakes, and daggers. The whole nine yards was brought out. The point in describing this as much as has been described is to show you that the man has been to the edge of life. He has experienced pain in ways alot never have. He holds experience and wisdom becusae of these things, and views it in that light, nowadays in his death. It is not a negative thing anymore, simply something that happend and was learned from.

After several hours of an indescribable experience, Perdurabo awoke in a small box he soon found out was underground. After slowly digging his way out, he realized he had been buried alive in the Brill Graveyard. Until he came to a mirror and saw his half rotten face. He had many family ties to the town of Brill in his life, before the plauge struck. So he choose to stay there. His undeath came as a shock at first, followed by months of deep depression.

But this period of mourning passed and he began to research his sentence to Purgatory. He came to the conclusion that the trip he had taken to Silverpine forest a few days prior to his death must have been the cause. He must have picked up this accursed plague everyone spoke of, and had died before it began to effect him.

Now Perdurabo has accepted all aspects of his death and views it as a second life. He has started over with his training and attempts at understanding magic by switching to the training of a Warlock. This has made him much more content than the arts of Magi ever did.