User:Doc Lithius/Dlorah McNeil

= Description = A dark and dirty man, as you can see just by looking at him, though he seems to have a lot on his mind...

Smaller in stature than most, Dlorah stands a small 5' 6" tall. Slim...possibly malnourished, his face is sullen and sunk, making him look much older than he really is.  Dulled, golen eyes sit in sunken sockets, tiredly looking out at the world before him.  Long, dingy brown hair, unkempt and rather dirty, covers his head on all sides but the front, resting comfortably upon his shoulders.  His body isn't particularly "built strong," though he has a light tone to his legs.  He also seems to have a few cuts on his arms and chest which he tries to keep covered with bandages at all times.

= History = Thirty-six years ago, a pair of children were brought unto the world. Dlorah McNeil, son of Kirnie McNeil and Arual Kline, and Nairami Blake, daughter of Alyl Blake and an unknown father. The two children quickly became close, despite their subtle differences; Dlorah's abject disregard and disrespect for authority and Nairami's high morals and apparent fascination in religious text. This was a friendship that was meant to last forever, needless to say. At least...so folks thought...

About eight years ago from today, Nairami had become one of many interested Priests who'd joined a new organization called The Order of the Silver Hand. Despite her warnings and constant scolding, Dlorah's disregard for the law had grown from simple tasks into increasingly law-breaking tasks...tasks that could very well land him in jail. Though Nairami didn't approve of Dlorah's behavior, she was never one to pass up a free meal, despite where it came from. As such, she always bailed Dlorah out of trouble, often lying to town guards, their own parents, and even Silver Hand recruits... Dlorah really did take his friend for granted, and unfortunately for him, he would pay for his crimes in a way he'd never imagined...

Two years pass. News of the return of the maverick Kel'Thuzad of the Kirin Tor, known for his great interest in the Dark Arts, comes and goes... Stories of the Second War of years ago are told more and more... Life goes on. For most people, at any rate. A mysterious draught of illness had set upon the town, killing those inflicted. Even some members of The Silver Hand were afflicted. Just as death toll grew to alarming numbers, something almost unexpected happened... The dead started to walk amongst the living! Lead by Kel'Thuzad, now a self-proclaimed necromancer, the dead quickly overran Brill, killing all who stayed to fight. Nairami was one of the first to fall...and Dlorah...cowardly Dlorah...could do no more than watch as his best friend was slain, then raised once more as a follower of the Lich King.

Six years of regret and a change of scenery have changed Dlorah for the better. Selfishness and thievery are the last things on his mind these days, given the circumstances leading up to now, but he hasn't given up on the ways of stealth and guile just yet. Using them for the good of Stormwind and the Alliance instead of personal gain, Dlorah seeks to destroy all undead and any who support them to avenge his beloved once and for all... Scourge... Forsaken... It doesn't matter to him. All undead must be purged. All this in the hopes that others may be spared the same fate as his best friend...his beloved...the person he never got the chance to express his truest feelings for....

= Trivia =
 * His first name, "Dlorah," is actually just the name "Harold" spelled backwards. The name "Harold" was already taken on the original server, so the player dediced to simply reverse the name.