Cret
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| Crethius "Cret" Gilderic | |
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| Guild | Cabal |
| Race | Undead |
| Class | Priest |
| Faction | Horde |
| Profession(s) | Mining / Jewelcrafting |
| Age | 32 |
| Player | User:Cret |
"I hate you all so much..."
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[edit] Physical Description
Cret is nothing but a skeleton... A walking, talking, brooding skeleton. There's just enough skin left on his scalp to allow a few stubborn strands of hair to hang around his skull like cobwebs, but other than that there's not so much as a scrap of sinew left on him. In an effort to differentiate himself from the skeletal minions of the Scourge shambling around, Cret wears clothes, no matter how sad they may look on him. Even the nicest robes grow threadbare over time thanks to the constant wear against his bones. It's impossible for him to show any expression, aside from grinning... Hell, technically he's always grinning. When he speaks, his voice echos hollowly in his skull. His posture is always slouched, and he rarely looks anyone in the eye- as if anyone could tell if he was.
[edit] Personality
In a word, curmudgeonly. Cret is deeply envious all those lucky enough to still have the luxury of skin and muscles and other such fleshy things. He's even jealous of other Forsaken. Given he lacks the means of displaying his generalized disdain of others though facial expressions, he has to rely on communicating it through muttering, sarcasm, outright insults, and strings of obscenities. It's really a mystery why he sticks around with the Cabal, unless you consider the fact it's pretty lonely when you're a skeleton lacking any of the surreal beauty that's so common around Azeroth these days. He claims he used to be quite handsome- and endowed- but naturally no one believes him.
[edit] History
Cret saw the fall of Lordaeron coming. He saw the very city around him rotting along with the people in it, but all his warnings were taken as the ravings of a lunatic. Weeks passed, Lordaeron remained at peace, and even Cret begin to doubt what he kept seeing. On the happy day the Prince returned, Cret refused to attend the homecoming celebration. He disliked crowds, they filled his mind with the white noise of too many overheard thoughts. So while the rest of the city filled the streets to welcome Prince Arthas back, Cret stayed home and took a bath. The nice, quiet moment alone was ruined as the sounds of merriment filtering through the windows turned to screaming.
Thanks to a prank played by his fellow Priests as punishment for skipping out on the celebration, Cret's clothes were gone. That was why, in the midst of rioting and undead rampaging through the streets, Cret was left to face the fall of Lordaeron wearing nothing but a towel. While trying to flee from the carnage, Cret bumped into none other than Herod, the man destined to become the Scarlet Champion. Once he learned Cret was a Priest, Herod drafted him into following and healing him as he fought his way back to his companions. Suffice to say, no paintings or statues were ever commissioned to commemorate their valiant struggle through the doomed city. When they reached safety at a certain Monastery in the mountains, Cret was introduced to the shattered remnants of the Silver Hand, who would go on to form the Scarlet Crusade. The moment was ruined as, while Cret shook the hand of Mograine the Elder, the towel slipped. Eager to redeem himself, and with no home to return to, Cret eagerly joined the fledgling Scarlet Crusade. They thankfully overlooked the fact he accidentally flashed their mighty leader. Though it was known he was a seer, it was also known he was a woefully unreliable. The Crusade alright had Demetria as the Scarlet Oracle, they stuck Cret in the Library. He fell to the blissfully mind numbing task of cataloging books, and for a while he was happy.
The murder of Demetria struck a terrible blow to the Crusade. She was, after all, their only competent oracle. That left them with Cret, the only other psychic in their ranks. With no one else to turn to for all their divining needs, Cret was summoned before High Inquisitor Whitemane and Commander Mograine. While standing before them in the grand Cathedral, he had a vision of the two of them copulating on the altar. This while the two stood talking to him, fully clothed, in front of the very same altar. As Whitemane outlined the role he was to fill, Cret kept leaning to one side in order to see around them. At first the two leaders of the Crusade took his expression to be shock and awe over being given such a great honor as Scarlet Oracle. After so long, especially once it was clear he wasn't listening, they slowly began to suspect the real reason for his distraction. Both looked back at the altar and, highly suspicious and mildly ashamed, they dismissed Cret. Once he was far from the Cathedral, they discussed other options.
Three days later, Cret was approached by Arcanist Doan, who requested his assistance with a magical experiment. Cret protested that he had absolutely no magical schooling, but Doan insisted, claiming he needed an outsider's opinion of the ritual he was to conduct. They met at midnight, in the far watch tower that overlooked the Great Sea. Due to under staffing and repeated assasinations, the watch tower had been abandoned for many weeks, leaving the two alone to their task. A magic circle was outlined on the floor of the tower. Four blood red gems lay on the edge of the circle, one at each cardinal point. Doan explained that the gems, known as bloodstones, had been liberated from a Forsaken killed near Dalaran. He said the ritual was intended to ascertain the true power of the gems, and he needed Cret's help to do this. He told Cret to step into the cirle, and Cret foolishly obeyed. Doan stood behind him, and as he chanted he stepped forward and slit the hapless Seer's throat. As he fell to the ground, the complex lines of the circle directed Cret's spilled blood to each of the stones. The idea was, using what little the Scarlet Crusade's intelligence knew of the stone's properties, to steal Cret's powers along with his life. In his final moments, Cret saw the lines of the circle glow, the red color of the closest stone deepen, and after that everything simply melted away into nothing...
Cret woke days later to find the stones had sucked away a lot more than his blood. For years leading up to the incident, Cret had had terrible visions of his flesh melting, but only after he rose as one of the Undead did it all make sense. Once again, and for the last time, he was unable to stop what his visions foretold.
[edit] Motivation
Cret hasn't had a vision since his grizzly death, but the ability to read the minds of others remains, and the thoughts of others still invade his own at the worst moments. He's still pretty damn angry about the circumstances of his death and the fact it reduced him to a walking skeleton. Where once he fervently supported the Scarlet Crusade, Cret now despises it even more than most Forsaken. He wants nothing more than to see its leaders destroyed- for good- and the Monastery reduced to rubble. Despite being kicked out of the Crusade in the most violent way possible, and despite the fact he now loathes everything about the organization, it's hard for Cret to shake their stance on other races. He can work with Orcs, and Tauren, and Trolls, and even the damn Blood Elves, but he doesn't have to like it.
