Zilah Race/Species:  Undead Gender:  Male Class:  Rogue Level:   16 Skills/Abilities: First Aid, Leatherworking, Skinning Guild Information:   Lords of Draenor   Game: World of Warcraft Server: Deathwing (PVP) In Beta? No In Release? Yes Currently Active? No Biography: Xavier`s head was pounding. He felt sick to his stomach and sweat beaded and rolled down his face from his hairline, cutting a path around his brows and onto his flushed cheeks. This sickness came just days after the trees of Trisfal Glades took on a pale ashen color. Lordaeron had fallen, and Arthas, once the Prince-Knight of the Silver Hand now corrupt in his ways led the Scourge on for the Lich King, devastating the lands that had once flourished with nobility and humanity. Xavier`s father, Alexander Holcombe, a wealthy and prominient merchant had succumbed to the sickness the previous day. His funeral was somber, with many of the attendees on their death-beds themselves. `We come to bury the dead, while we await our own demise,` muttered the priest, wiping the perspiration of the plague from his face, `we wait, as the Lich King makes us suffer....` Xavier left the cemetary, a single tear dropped from his eye, mixing in with the sweat beading on his cheek. His father`s voice rang through his head telling him not to try, to stay strong, to leave the ruins of Lordaeron. Two days he had slept, writhing in pain, slowly watching his skin turn to the ashen color of the trees outside his window. The pain in his muscles and joints was excrutiating, and his lack of movement kept him numb and sleepy. He labouriously dragged himself from his bed and attempted to pack a fine leather sack with clothing. His world began to spin... Xavier woke to the smell of putrid flesh. He blinked and wiped his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them. As he did he noticed his hands were covered with dried blood and maggots. He no longer felt the pain of his illness, he no longer perspired and ached -- the putrid flesh that he smelled was his own. He looked at his hands and his eyes blinked and focused on the carcass that he had been devouring -- a human carcass, long dead. He ashamedly ran from the spot and passed through the dense fog very near the village of Brill. Where humans had been, they were replaced with living corpses that wandered aimlessly, tearing the rotting flesh from their own bones. He was among them. He was one of them. He tried to cry out, but no tears fell from his eye sockets. This was when it happened. This was when he became one with the shadows. Hide, he thought to himself. Hide in the shadows. But his mind had changed, through it raced thoughts of rage and hate. A voice wafted into his ear, as if carried on the fog -- `You are mine Zilah. Seek me out and you shall do my bidding. You shall live in the shadows. Xavier is dead, you live!` He fell to the ground and darkness covered him like a soothing blanket. Avatar added by Barz on 3/19/2005 3:16:10 PM Last updated 5/16/2005 2:55:03 PM