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CHARACTER NAME: Martin (formerly Martin 8 Darkov)

CHARACTER SERIES: Original

SPECIES: A piece of a multi-person deity/spirit with human form. For all intents and purposes on the exterior, human.

AGE: Physically 16/17

CANON POINT: Directly following the exodus from the game Exsilium

CLASS/ABILITIES: Invoking his soul/spirit facets, he can detach from his body and travel far and communicate to sentient/living things – but only for as long as the body can be left safely unattended (hindrances like extreme heat/cold, being harmed in some way, or other kinds of physical danges will pull him back). His soul form induces an "illumination of conscience" upon sentient witnesses: a compulsion to view the good/bad they've done to a degree which I leave entirely up to other players. This aspect can also intimidate/discourage hostility for the time he's present, even stupefy/throw some into states of shock/awe.
As someone who's never played WoW, I'd love some advice on what class to set him in. My thought was Priest, but I'll happily take tips/thoughts to make the right choice. If this involves nuking magical soul-self stuff, let me know.


HISTORY: Martin is immigrating from his time spent in Exsilium.

When he first arrived in that city of the miserable future, Martin was the child of a monster-killing clan/cult called clan Darkov. Generations of inbreeding and experimentation had made him naturally more than human, and his upbringing solidified beliefs that he was, in fact, not human at all; his only concerns were to be to hunt and kill the monsters plaguing mankind in the country of Olvoski. The biggest problems he faced in Exsilium were the ones that screamed against his learning and instincts: everywhere, people and species more than that were impossible to avoid, and the things he was told were monstrous turned out to be some of the things he needed to rely on. It was not an easy thing to discover, and he spent many months in fear and growing despair.

He had a very important mission on his mind at the time: His sister, Regina, had been taken over by a monstrous parasite mere days before he wound up in Exsilium. He'd been given a set timeframe of three months to track her down to save her, and every moment spent in Exsilium made him more anxious and unhappy about his chances of ever succeeding, let alone going home.

As time went by, mismanaging his own growth and training led him to making a fatal mistake: As Darkov, he was able to conjure a weapon from his bone and a dark magic substance that, if swallowed, had dangerous side effects. Too much of it began to clog up his system, warping him physically and mentally into a misshapen, hostile monster that ultimately had to be killed. The very person who had promised to protect him and get him home, Bariyan, had pulled the trigger, and Martin as Darkov ceased to exist.

Martin as human came about by the conditions of his world tied into the wishes of Bariyan. Martin's mortal quality turns out to be a new facet of existence for a being known as the Soul King, an authority in the Darkov's world that had been subdued and stripped into pieces – one of which had been born as Martin. United and called by Bariyan's wishes to see the boy again, a contract was made: In exchange for a tooth and the protection of the Soul King, Martin would become a human boy and live out life as one, free from his miserable upbringing. The contract was given the physical symbol of a medallion, bound to Bariyan. As long as he wore it, the contract was in place.

Said contract was interfered with by a mix of temporal shenanigans both intentional and unintentional, and Martin vanished from Exsilium the moment Bariyan did, only bound to live there for as long as his contract holder was there. The medallion was found and a new contract forged with the man Catsovi, who had plans to basically just screw with everyone ever forever and probably got a good kick out of "owning" something Bariyan cherished. Bitter ex-boyfriend shit or whatever. In any case, Martin had been given the physical form of a lion to suit protecting Catsovi and keeping him silent and incapable of warning friends of Catsovi's jackassery. This state lasted for as long as Catsovi did, and Martin vanished once more when Catsovi was gone.

The third contract was forged with Koltira, who had long looked after Martin as he had come to know both him and Bariyan. The conditions were similar to the promise with Bariyan, though Martin retained the physical body he had received in the first contract. This time around, his abilities weren't to protect Koltira, but to ease some of the perpetual torment he endured as a Death Knight. This promise lasted up until the very end of Exsilium's time, where those brought there were given a chance to leave. Knowing his time in Olvoski was long over, no longer being Darkov, Martin decided to go to Koltira's world, Azeroth, along with the paladin Bariyan (no relation to the above), promising to stick with him and not seek Koltira out (then again, that promise didn't apply to following Bariyan if he chose to seek him out, but hey).

Before leaving on this next journey, Martin used the time travel of Exsilium to see the Bariyan he'd made his first contract with, laying out the conditions necessary for Martin the lion to even exist, kind of doing one of those stable timeloop things.

His next step is to live and learn in this Azeroth, even if this happens to not be the exact Azeroth Koltira had told him about before. It's a promise he'll keep.


PERSONALITY: The frightened, miserable child Martin had grown from is no more. This is a young man learning what it means to be a man, to make choices for himself, and how he fits in among all others who do the same.

Martin is now defined very much by a selflessness that can often make him forget how to mind his own wants and needs. Very often he looks for cues or outright direction from those he loves to tell him how he should think, feel, or react to circumstances and situations around him. It's a habit he knows he must break, as he is often told that his own views are valuable; it's discovering what those even are that's the challenge. Much of the vocabulary for matters of the heart either wasn't discussed or outright didn't exist in Darkov upbringing, and so Martin relies on others to help him find the words and meanings for what lies in him. This is where his major conflict/worry comes from: Trying to relate to others around him who react/perceive things differently or just easier can easily fill him with anxiety, wondering if he's in the right, if he's able to fit in at all.

The quality of his soul, the deity/spirit entity, is shrouded in such a way as to give Martin the human a chance to very much be human, though he is closer to the wisdom and awareness of his higher self in hours and even a few short days after releasing himself from the body. It's in those moments he can be the most purely joyful, knowing very well that his life is a gift from loved ones and from love Itself. Lingering traces of that awareness are what keep him from falling into inconsolable despair, even when things get grim. He unconsciously believes in the goodness of life, even in this contorted by darkness or evil (those things many would consider evil were the things that sought to protect him for so long in Exsilium, after all). He admits that while he does not know much or understand the many things in the world around him, he is unshakably convinced of his love of life and those people he cares for.

His disposition is gentle, but faltering. He struggles to follow conversations with a lot of questions or concepts he doesn't quite understand, having to take things one by one, which makes his response times slower, and the slower he gets, the more embarrassed he becomes; he knows he's not a quick-thinker and how troublesome it can be for others. He is not much of a multitasker, either, having to focus attention on one thing at a time to do it right. The more he repeats something, however, the more natural it can become, and he does learn to juggle multiple things at once so long as they're things that happen to be constantly routine; mixing things up on the fly isn't something he can do by himself. He is definitely a follower rather than a leader, but with the right encouragement and situation, he could grow to trust in his own skills to help himself and others more often.

Despite worries, Martin does not refuse the chance to learn something he sees as worthwhile. As a Darkov, he barely knew how to read or write or converse, so those things are valuable to him. Same with cooking or making things by hand. When it comes to violence, however, he hesitates, linking the stuff to his Darkov history and wondering if it's something he needs. Still, the chance to grow as a person and stand on his own is one he wants to take, knowing it's both good for him and something his loved ones would what for him.

He has a very poor sense of humor, mostly because he very often doesn't know when someone is joking (sarcasm, especially) or how it's supposed to be funny. Things have to be more visual/spelled out, and even then, he usually needs someone else to confirm he ought to laugh before he does. Often apologetic in cadence, Martin makes it a point to not openly say "I'm sorry" unless it's sincere; as a Darkov child, he often said "I'm sorry" as a kind of mechanical reaction, rarely actually putting any thought into the words. He doesn't like that.

Much is taken at face value: He believes a person to be honest and up front until obviously shown otherwise, or if someone he trusts calls it out. And even then, he is not the sort who holds grudges. It leaves him vulnerable to being deceived and repeatedly manipulated if handled in such a way that he can't perceive wrongdoing, or if persons doing the deceiving don't have an encounter with his soul self.

He's yet to encounter anyone/thing that makes him truly angry; his fuse is quite long. It remains to be seen if he even has a berserk button.


FIRST PERSON SAMPLE: voice;


Someone…someone called me. Called for me, I mean. [a beat.] I, I hope so…that is, I hope there was no other Martin to be called from here, because there are people I'm looking for. Or…people I'm looking to find out about. To know if they're here.

[a beat.]

Did…the person who called me…Are they here? Can they hear me?

…Hello?

THIRD PERSON SAMPLE:
D. The Diplomat Your flight is currently suffering a resource deficit thanks to a recent attack from your neighbors. A settlement of Night Elves to the north has shown disdain for the dragonflights recently due to the destruction of their forests, though they have yet to be outwardly hostile toward any one flight. There is a possibility they can be reasoned with...if you are equipped with the right tools. While the Night Elves do not trust the dragonflights, they trust the Dragonsworn even less. Your leaders believe that if Night Elves experience contact with a benevolent Dragonsworn, they will be more likely to assist in your plight.


Martin couldn't spell diplomat on a good day on his own, let alone know all the finesse and know-how required to event pretend being one. He'd protested, of course, because if anyone wanted to keep from a fight, Martin was that one. But of the lot, it was agreed, no one looked half as…well, harmless as he did. And yet, somehow, everyone also agreed there was a quality to the boy that didn't outright scream "defenseless kitten," though few would give him reasons as to why. "Just because" seemed to be the consensus.

Still, he didn't stand alone; he'd have an escort that struck a more authoritative figure than the lanky, tall boy fidgeting uneasily in his robes. Still, when told to settle, he swayed to an easy stop, waiting for the Elf representatives, three in all, to clear the distance remaining between them and the designated meeting point.

The words behind all this echoed in his head, and not for the first time: Remember, if you can't convince them, we're all effectively screwed.

In his hand, the small piece of parchment he'd been given crinkled as his grip tightened. Upon it, numbers, close guesses as to exactly how much the party would need. It was half Martin's idea, half of another's, having made offhand comments about a need for specifics. Perhaps seeing the numbers would take the sting of insult out of the request…perhaps.

It definitely wasn't the same as Exsilium, back where their needs were met without asking. These people…from all he'd heard, they wanted nothing to do with him or any of the…the Dragons? Sworn ones or otherwise. It was still a bit hard to get his head around, to see the whole picture, especially when he had to keep his eyes focused on the small problem of here and now. Here and now, three figures appeared out of the gloom, taking on a more distinct shape. It would've been easy for Martin to mistake them for a much more familiar silhouette, but the ears were wrong and the height and bulk quite off…even so, the thought was there in the back of his mind.

I hope you're alright, Koltira…

He squared his shoulders and straightened up, drawing in a breath as he did so. I'll do my best.

His hand lifted slowly in greeting and his voice, faltering at the start, called out loudly (not that there was a need; these were elves).

"Hel-hello…! Thank you. For seeing me…" He hesitated, waiting for their faces to come into view before going on. His hand lowered, drawn to his chest, pressing against it. "My name is Martin."