Damanhur

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Damanhur Verrington
Damanhur
Guild	The Crimson Guard
Race	Forsaken
Class	Warrior
Faction	Forsaken, Horde to a lesser extent
Profession(s)	(former) Brigand, Herbalist, Soldier
Age	27
Player	ageofe

"Spells are about as foreign to me as alchemy is to the Royal Apothecary Society."

[edit] Physical Description

Damanhur hasn't rotted too much yet, just a little around the jaw, eyes, arms and ankles...anyway, he's got a mohawk and stands around 5'11. At the moment he wears cheap, shoddy ringmail.

[edit] History

Damanhur was born in Hillsbrad, the son of a farmer and the nephew to the esteemed local Blacksmith Verrington. Growing up as a farmhand, Damanhur was of simple mind but a hard worker. Although he was loved by both his father and his uncle, Damanhur's older brother Yelstin had something of a superiority complex. Constantly bossing his younger sibiling around, Yelstin couldn't wait for the day when he inherited the farm and could dominate everyone who worked there. On the day that his father passed the farm down, however, it fell not to Yelstin nor Damanhur (who was consindered a little to slow to run the farm), but to Blacksmith Verrington.

Late one night, Yelstin snuck out to kill his uncle. Damanhur, who had stayed up late that night to finish tallying the cabbage harvest by candlelight, followed his brother out the back door and across the village into his uncle's house. When it became evident what his brother was up to, Damanhur attempted to stop his brother through force- something a little foolish, given that he could have just yelled out and woken some fellow citizens or footmen up. Regardless, Damanhur Verrington accidently gave his brother a fatal stab through the lung. He looked up to see his uncle staring at him with the wide eyes of a deer.

Knowing he couldn't stay, Damanhur fled Hillsbrad Village and was lucky enough to join up with a small band of other outcasts. Resorting to highway robbery of traders coming to and from Tarren Mill and Southshore, the young man was initially successful. His bandits managed to defeat a small group of dwarven traders who were transporting earthroot and an orc warlock who was just wandering the area. Their mistake was attacking a pair of Deathguards and then escaping into the hills when they couldn't win. They were pursued and killed by a Forsaken Deathguard patrol- and subsequently ressurected for practice by an apprentice Necromancer recently recruited by Lady Sylvanas.

Now, he's being trained to join the ranks of the very people who ended his mortal life, the Deathguards. Damanhur quickly (and somewhat rashly) accepted the chance for a new beginning, where he could be something greater than just a simple farmhand. He's still getting used to the idea of being undead, however.

The general tersness and sarcasm of the Forsaken seems to have rubbed off on the recruit, although he still displays a strong sense of humility and devotion to the Dark Lady and the Horde. It's this loyalty that caused him to realize the Cult of the Zenith probably wasn't the best place for him. Some Deathguards suggested he join up with the Crimson Guard instead, a strict paramilitary detatchment of soldiers devoted to fighting the Alliance. He hopes to gain invaluable military experience with them.