User:Dremil

Description
Being the average Undead, he has very minimal flesh. A few of his unique characteristics are on his face. At first glance, you would notice how he has no jaw and no eyes. During the struggle of his "re-birth", he came in contact with a powerful mage. This mage felt pity on him, and granted him the ability to see and talk, but only through an illusion. Anytime a being communicates with him, they will see nothing of the illusion, but they will hear his voice clearly.

Personality
Dremil is silent when he needs to be. He will not talk unless directly spoken to, and even then, he will not talk much. He will sit in the corner of a room to avoid being in the 'limelight' or he will sit on the edge of a row, to avoid being the center of attention. When he is in front of crowds, he feels most vulnerable to anything, since he is a manipulator of shadows.

Whenever in public, he will relax and wear his regular clothes instead of his adventuring gear. This gear consists of an Orange Martial Shirt, Tuxedo Pants, a raggedy pair of boots, and a Red Rose. Inside his boot, he holds a throwing dagger in each boot in case he sees a threat coming near him. He is never willing to cover his face. He will not cover it to show people his true structure. If they can get past the ugly looks, and hold a conversation with him, he will be willing to talk.

History
Dremil (at this time known as Donathan Porter) started his life off as a human living in Elwynn Forest. Abandoned by his parents at the young age of 15, he stayed there living in the northern part of the woods, guarded by the trees of the forest, and the darkness the trees brought. He was approached by the guards of the city of Stormwind, seeking aid in the Third War. He gladly accepted the offer of the guards, due to his current living arrangements. He was given a shield and a sword, and send to overtake The Scourge. On his journey to Lordaeron to receive orders, he met with a crippled man on the side of the road. As all of his fellow soldiers passed the man, Donathan felt pity for the man and offered to help the mans wounds. He said is name was Franklin McCoy. He said he was traveling to Lordaeron to receive training in the art of magic. Franklin asked Donathan in return for his kindly services, if he would like to hold the key to become powerful beyond his wildest dreams. Fool hearty and young, Donathan dropped to his knees and obeyed his words. Franklin gave a smirk, and grabbed hold of Donathan.

With Donathan in Franklin's hands, Franklin opened a portal and forced Donathan through. He found himself in an area he has never seen in his entire life. Franklin had told him they were on the Island of Northrend. As he said this, he was put in shackles, and led to a near by dungeon. During this time, he was beaten, starved, and brainwashed by the man who brought him there. Before his final washing, Franklin looked into his eyes and said to him, "young blood is easily tricked". He took his fingers, and punctured his eyes out, and revealed himself as Kel'Thuzad, leader of The Cult of the Damned. at that point, Kel'Thuzad wiped his memory clean, patched up his eyes, and used him as a test subject for his Plague of Undeath that was about to be spread across Lordaeron....

Four years later, Donathan awoke to find himself inside of a dark box. He clawed at the top, and eventually opened the box, letting out a howling scream. Another being came to his assistance and hushed him, trying to keep him calm and quiet. A powerful mage overheard this conversation. He took him by the hand, and escorted him to an empty room.

During this time, Donathan remained calm, but wondered why he could not see or talk. The mage chanted a couple long sentences, and for some reason, Donathan had the ability to see again. The first thing he saw was an Undead Human helping him out. He shrieked at the thought and looked at himself. He had never seen such a horrifying sight, to see he himself now as an Undead. He tried to form words, but his tounge dangled from his mouth. The mage franticly chanted a couple more sentences, and Donathan felt some sort of power holding his tounge up, making the ability to form words possible.

Donathan broke down and weeped. His entire past life is gone. His loving friends and the last of his family would never show him no mercy again. He was all alone... The mage looked at him and said his name was Arorick. "You have no name, and now, you have a future ahead of you. From hence forth, your Human name shall not accompany you, since that part of your life is far behind you. Your new name, shall be Dremil. Make a life of yourself, young one. Be what you want, and make the choices you'd like. Go now, and live once more..."

He looked ahead at the word, and wished it would all go away. He wished he could hid, and no one could see him. He felt something consume him, and he appeared to be gone to the minds of everyone. He could manipulate the shadows in the way he wanted. Then Dremil felt something inside him call to him. A vendetta has holding against him. To kill Kel'Thuzad, the man who made him who he was today. He set out, with the shadows following his every move...

Out of Character Information
- Everything said outside of the guild chat is said in character, except when it is discussed and confirmed by all sides of the party.

- Dremil is a Player Character in the US server of Sisters of Elune