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Player Name: Rosh
Player LJ: mydarkrosaline
Contact: butterflyedge22 [AIM] | mydarkrosaline[at]livejournal[dot]com
Character Number: 6
Character: Sindragosa
Fandom: World of Warcraft
Personality: Sindragosa is a complex character. The first thing that will come to mind when faced with her is that she is completely and utterly crazed. She has clearly suffered a great deal and bears the pain of this in her heart. However, rather than be eternally mournful and aware, this pain has turned inwards and spiked into a deep, festering bitterness towards all living things. Few creatures hate with the intensity of Sindragoa: she have never forgiven those who left her to die a lonely and restless death in the frozen north. Sindragosa is aware of no sorrow. She knows only three things: her loyalty to the Lich King, a desire to wipe out all life on Azeroth, and bitter, bitter hate.
That is not to say that Sindragosa does not feel sadness; it is simply deeply buried. Many things are buried under these primary - and often only visible - facets of her personality. For example, Sindragosa still has a blue dragon’s scholarly interest. She is, sometimes against her own wishes, fascinated by professions such as alchemy and engineering. While she would not actively seek out materials or examples of such work, should she be presented with it, or happen across it accidentally, some of that old curiosity and spark would resurface, and she would make inquiries about it, or try it out for herself.
Due to her nature as a Blue Dragon, Sindragosa was always something of a loner. This, naturally, has only intensified under the curse of the Scourge and become a violent and dangerous solitude. Before, it was the solitude of a scholar and territorial creature. She still held deep love and affection in her heart and would interact with other dragons with grace and wit. She adored her mate, Malygos the Spell-Weaver, and deeply cared for their brood. Now, as a frostwyrm, Sindragosa at best brusquely interacts with other frostwyrms, loathes her one-time mate, and only holds a vague protectiveness over the whelps of the frost brood. She would rather leave them in the care of their handlers, but she does occasionally watch over them. There is, after all, a lingering sort of care within the mighty dragon, bitter and twisted though it is.
If one were to get beyond the screams of death and the love of destruction of all life, Sindragosa could prove to be intelligent, a thinker, and a great scholar. She would show wit and grace still, a call back to her living days, and even be charming in her own right. She would and could have many a discussion on theology, on magical theory, on the ingenuity of the working mind, tactics - things of that nature. The likelihood of such a thing happening would be extremely rare, but it is there. Few other than the Lich King and his closest generals are likely to know Sindragosa as anything other than the first, the strongest, and the most crazed of the Frostbrood clan.
Focusing on her insanity and speaking of her hatred of life might imply that Sindragosa does not normally think things through when she has a chance to fight. This would not be true. She is capable of great wiles and gentle subterfuge. As Queen of the Frostbrood, she has to command her brood and teach them to work as part of the Lich King’s army. In her own right, however, it is true that Sindragosa rarely has to do more than put her terrifying skills to good use and decimate her enemies. She is not used to being in a situation where her power would not see her through, and takes a great pride in her skills and her strength.
The prospect of falling is not one that crosses Sindragosa’s mind. Deep, deep down, under the bitterness and the hatred and the control of the Lich King, she wishes it, longs for it, desperately screams for it - but in her day to day unlife the prospect is an alien one to her. Sindragosa cannot comprehend losing, because that would be release from her curse of unlife. As a result, she is proud to a foolish extent, and would not believe that she could be overpowered - by anyone except her King, of course.
Sindragosa is a torn and twisted remnant of what she once was. While her previous personality does shine through on occasion, most people will only see the hating, bitter creature who screams for vengeance against and destruction of the living.
History: Once upon a time, Sindragosa was a fair, happy creature. She was proud, as all dragons are. She was clever, learned, and curious. She loved and cherished things. She appreciated wit and laughed at clever jokes. She admired the problem solving skills of the mortals. She was fascinated by their tenacity and determination to live, despite how brief their lives were. She mingled with them in both a Quel’Dorei and a human form, learning their ways and of their handling of magic. She curled around her mate, Malygos, loved him dearly, carried his brood, and boasted of his abilities.
All of this changed when Neltharion, the Earth-Warder (later and more commonly known as 'Deathwing'), was driven mad by the Dragon Soul (later called the Demon Soul) and turned against the Dragonflights. Sindragosa was caught in the blast sent out from the artefact, and was thrown through the sky to land in the frozen north. Blinded and near death, Sindragosa clawed her way across the icy wastelands of Icecrown in an attempt to find the Dragonblight, a place dragons instinctively go to die. As she crawled, she used what remained of her energy to call out to the other dragons. She screamed for Malygos to help her, but was answered only by the howling winds of Northrend. Her sanity crumbled as she knew her spirit would not find rest within the Dragonblight - the distance was too great, and she was too weak.
Her love turned to hate. Her fascination turned to bitterness. Her admiration turned to scorn. She loathed the living world. She was filled with bitterness and hatred towards the Dragonflights - and none so much as Malygos, her lover who abandoned her.
In her dying moments, Sindragosa vowed revenge upon the world of the living.
Years passed and turned into decades. Sindragosa’s carcass rotted, turned to bone, and was covered by the ice and snow of Icecrown. Decades shifted and carried on into centuries. Slowly, Sindragosa was buried under the thick crust, a twisted and angered spirit bound to the bones of her corpse. She knew no relief, and it carried on through the centuries to millennia.
So she would have remained had Prince Arthas of Lordaeron had not donned the crown of the Lich King. He raised her from under the ice and gave her power once more. Her once fair visage had vanished; she was no longer the sleek and beautiful blue dragon she once had been, but was now a ragged and rotten - barely more than a skeleton with ragged flaps of sinew stretched over her wings, and a freezing blue light glowing from within her bones. No longer a blue dragon, Sindragosa was the first Frostwyrm. The first and most powerful, she became Queen of the Frostbrood as more and more deceased dragons were raised to serve her master.
She became well known to those who fought the Lich King. Sindragosa was one of his fiercest and most powerful underlings. She took a grim delight in slaying those who stood against the Scourge. She had sworn revenge, and now had the means to enact it. Nothing would stop her from destroying all life in the name of her master.
Many groups attempted to slay the Lich King, but each were cut down ruthlessly before they reached him. They tried to fight him from all angles of the Citadel . Several attempted to slay Sindragosa herself. She tore them to shreds and give them to the Lich King to raise as more servants. It wasn’t until a group lead by Tirion Fordring attempted to storm the citadel that any headway was made. The group slayed Marrowgar and Lady Deathwhisper, and advanced through the halls, making their slow way to face the Lich King.
Timeline: The advancing enemies have awakened and healed Valithria Dreamwalker, the first boss of the Frostwing Halls. Sindragosa is aware of their presence, and has been preparing to crush them.
Abilities: Abilities in her Frostwyrm form | Mage abilities she will have in her human/elf form. Sindragosa’s frost spells will be her chief spells, with arcane her secondary set and fire spells her weakest. She will not be able to conjure refreshment, teleport (though I would like her to keep the spell 'Blink'), or create portals.
I'd like to stress that Sindragosa will not be able to freely switch between her Frostwyrm form and her Humanoid form. However, I would like for her to arrive in the game in her Frostwyrm form, and be forced into her Humanoid one after a short period of time. This would allow for a battle, and also to help me acclimatize the character to a setting that we have never seen her face in her canon.
Link to an image of the character: Forstwyrm | Humanoid (Warcraft Toon) | Humanoid facial details (Warcraft Toon) I am hoping to commission some art of her in her humanoid form, too, and will add this here when I get it.
Sample writing: “I am renewed, heroes!”
The green dragon’s jubilant voice echoed through the cold, echoing halls of the Citadel. It reached Sindragosa on her perch. Her wings twitched and she opened her jaw, hissing lowly. Blue light spilled onto the snow around her, filtering sickly streams of werelight into the darkness. Beneath her, the Frostbrood whelps rattled and chattered and, alarmed, swarmed around their attendants.
Pathetic creatures. Even newly raised, Valithria would have been stronger than their ranks combined. She would have been second only to Sindragosa herself. To lose her was a blow to the Frostbrood ranks and an insult to the defences of the Citadel. Fordring and his band of frostbitten followers were clearly going to be more of a threat than had been anticipated.
Slaughter them. Slaughter them all.
She beat her wings and took off from her perch. The whelps ceased their rattling, calming in the shadow of their Queen. Rimefang and Spinestalker stilled their agitated flying and hovered in the frozen air as she passed. “My lady?” One of them queried. She did not turn to see which.
“The Dreamwalker is lost to us. Fortify the outer area.” She climbed for height. “Do as I say!”
Her echo was muted by the falling snow, giving her shriek a curiously hollow sound. A growl escaped her and she looked back at the Frostwyrms beneath her.
“If I have to take this into my hands again, then you had better hope they scatter your bones to the winds.”
With a final clap of her wings, she ascended into the frozen sky.
Sample journal entry: [There's a stiff, creaking sound, like cold leather being stretched. The faint tinkle of chains moving can be heard, and then it is followed by a soft, yet harsh, laugh. When Sindragosa speaks, her voice is a strained, witchy whisper - a far cry to the guttral, hard screams of her dragon form.]
When the heart has stopped beating, the blood runs down to the extremeties. The hands and feet. There, it thickens and congeals. The hands and feet swell and turn black.
[She laughs again, a soft, slithering sort of noise.]
This weak, disgusting flesh. Human, elf, orc, troll... it's all the same. Even now, I defy its natural tendencies. Already the frost mists in this moist, warm air.
[Her voice cracks and rises. It roughens and climbs to that same harsh scream of before.]
Soon my wings will beat against this sky, bringing snow and ice and terror once more! You think you can hold me?! You think these fetters of stone and iron can hold me? Ha! They are less than the fetters of magic that bind me to this vessel of cooling, rotting flesh! You will feel my master's limitless power, and you will despair! None will survive! Do you hear me? Do you hear me?!
[And then her voice lowers, turns soft again, silibant.]
This is my promise. This is my covenant to you.
You will not hold me eternally.
[The feed runs in silence for a long while, then times out.]
Player LJ: mydarkrosaline
Contact: butterflyedge22 [AIM] | mydarkrosaline[at]livejournal[dot]com
Character Number: 6
Character: Sindragosa
Fandom: World of Warcraft
Personality: Sindragosa is a complex character. The first thing that will come to mind when faced with her is that she is completely and utterly crazed. She has clearly suffered a great deal and bears the pain of this in her heart. However, rather than be eternally mournful and aware, this pain has turned inwards and spiked into a deep, festering bitterness towards all living things. Few creatures hate with the intensity of Sindragoa: she have never forgiven those who left her to die a lonely and restless death in the frozen north. Sindragosa is aware of no sorrow. She knows only three things: her loyalty to the Lich King, a desire to wipe out all life on Azeroth, and bitter, bitter hate.
That is not to say that Sindragosa does not feel sadness; it is simply deeply buried. Many things are buried under these primary - and often only visible - facets of her personality. For example, Sindragosa still has a blue dragon’s scholarly interest. She is, sometimes against her own wishes, fascinated by professions such as alchemy and engineering. While she would not actively seek out materials or examples of such work, should she be presented with it, or happen across it accidentally, some of that old curiosity and spark would resurface, and she would make inquiries about it, or try it out for herself.
Due to her nature as a Blue Dragon, Sindragosa was always something of a loner. This, naturally, has only intensified under the curse of the Scourge and become a violent and dangerous solitude. Before, it was the solitude of a scholar and territorial creature. She still held deep love and affection in her heart and would interact with other dragons with grace and wit. She adored her mate, Malygos the Spell-Weaver, and deeply cared for their brood. Now, as a frostwyrm, Sindragosa at best brusquely interacts with other frostwyrms, loathes her one-time mate, and only holds a vague protectiveness over the whelps of the frost brood. She would rather leave them in the care of their handlers, but she does occasionally watch over them. There is, after all, a lingering sort of care within the mighty dragon, bitter and twisted though it is.
If one were to get beyond the screams of death and the love of destruction of all life, Sindragosa could prove to be intelligent, a thinker, and a great scholar. She would show wit and grace still, a call back to her living days, and even be charming in her own right. She would and could have many a discussion on theology, on magical theory, on the ingenuity of the working mind, tactics - things of that nature. The likelihood of such a thing happening would be extremely rare, but it is there. Few other than the Lich King and his closest generals are likely to know Sindragosa as anything other than the first, the strongest, and the most crazed of the Frostbrood clan.
Focusing on her insanity and speaking of her hatred of life might imply that Sindragosa does not normally think things through when she has a chance to fight. This would not be true. She is capable of great wiles and gentle subterfuge. As Queen of the Frostbrood, she has to command her brood and teach them to work as part of the Lich King’s army. In her own right, however, it is true that Sindragosa rarely has to do more than put her terrifying skills to good use and decimate her enemies. She is not used to being in a situation where her power would not see her through, and takes a great pride in her skills and her strength.
The prospect of falling is not one that crosses Sindragosa’s mind. Deep, deep down, under the bitterness and the hatred and the control of the Lich King, she wishes it, longs for it, desperately screams for it - but in her day to day unlife the prospect is an alien one to her. Sindragosa cannot comprehend losing, because that would be release from her curse of unlife. As a result, she is proud to a foolish extent, and would not believe that she could be overpowered - by anyone except her King, of course.
Sindragosa is a torn and twisted remnant of what she once was. While her previous personality does shine through on occasion, most people will only see the hating, bitter creature who screams for vengeance against and destruction of the living.
History: Once upon a time, Sindragosa was a fair, happy creature. She was proud, as all dragons are. She was clever, learned, and curious. She loved and cherished things. She appreciated wit and laughed at clever jokes. She admired the problem solving skills of the mortals. She was fascinated by their tenacity and determination to live, despite how brief their lives were. She mingled with them in both a Quel’Dorei and a human form, learning their ways and of their handling of magic. She curled around her mate, Malygos, loved him dearly, carried his brood, and boasted of his abilities.
All of this changed when Neltharion, the Earth-Warder (later and more commonly known as 'Deathwing'), was driven mad by the Dragon Soul (later called the Demon Soul) and turned against the Dragonflights. Sindragosa was caught in the blast sent out from the artefact, and was thrown through the sky to land in the frozen north. Blinded and near death, Sindragosa clawed her way across the icy wastelands of Icecrown in an attempt to find the Dragonblight, a place dragons instinctively go to die. As she crawled, she used what remained of her energy to call out to the other dragons. She screamed for Malygos to help her, but was answered only by the howling winds of Northrend. Her sanity crumbled as she knew her spirit would not find rest within the Dragonblight - the distance was too great, and she was too weak.
Her love turned to hate. Her fascination turned to bitterness. Her admiration turned to scorn. She loathed the living world. She was filled with bitterness and hatred towards the Dragonflights - and none so much as Malygos, her lover who abandoned her.
In her dying moments, Sindragosa vowed revenge upon the world of the living.
Years passed and turned into decades. Sindragosa’s carcass rotted, turned to bone, and was covered by the ice and snow of Icecrown. Decades shifted and carried on into centuries. Slowly, Sindragosa was buried under the thick crust, a twisted and angered spirit bound to the bones of her corpse. She knew no relief, and it carried on through the centuries to millennia.
So she would have remained had Prince Arthas of Lordaeron had not donned the crown of the Lich King. He raised her from under the ice and gave her power once more. Her once fair visage had vanished; she was no longer the sleek and beautiful blue dragon she once had been, but was now a ragged and rotten - barely more than a skeleton with ragged flaps of sinew stretched over her wings, and a freezing blue light glowing from within her bones. No longer a blue dragon, Sindragosa was the first Frostwyrm. The first and most powerful, she became Queen of the Frostbrood as more and more deceased dragons were raised to serve her master.
She became well known to those who fought the Lich King. Sindragosa was one of his fiercest and most powerful underlings. She took a grim delight in slaying those who stood against the Scourge. She had sworn revenge, and now had the means to enact it. Nothing would stop her from destroying all life in the name of her master.
Many groups attempted to slay the Lich King, but each were cut down ruthlessly before they reached him. They tried to fight him from all angles of the Citadel . Several attempted to slay Sindragosa herself. She tore them to shreds and give them to the Lich King to raise as more servants. It wasn’t until a group lead by Tirion Fordring attempted to storm the citadel that any headway was made. The group slayed Marrowgar and Lady Deathwhisper, and advanced through the halls, making their slow way to face the Lich King.
Timeline: The advancing enemies have awakened and healed Valithria Dreamwalker, the first boss of the Frostwing Halls. Sindragosa is aware of their presence, and has been preparing to crush them.
Abilities: Abilities in her Frostwyrm form | Mage abilities she will have in her human/elf form. Sindragosa’s frost spells will be her chief spells, with arcane her secondary set and fire spells her weakest. She will not be able to conjure refreshment, teleport (though I would like her to keep the spell 'Blink'), or create portals.
I'd like to stress that Sindragosa will not be able to freely switch between her Frostwyrm form and her Humanoid form. However, I would like for her to arrive in the game in her Frostwyrm form, and be forced into her Humanoid one after a short period of time. This would allow for a battle, and also to help me acclimatize the character to a setting that we have never seen her face in her canon.
Link to an image of the character: Forstwyrm | Humanoid (Warcraft Toon) | Humanoid facial details (Warcraft Toon) I am hoping to commission some art of her in her humanoid form, too, and will add this here when I get it.
Sample writing: “I am renewed, heroes!”
The green dragon’s jubilant voice echoed through the cold, echoing halls of the Citadel. It reached Sindragosa on her perch. Her wings twitched and she opened her jaw, hissing lowly. Blue light spilled onto the snow around her, filtering sickly streams of werelight into the darkness. Beneath her, the Frostbrood whelps rattled and chattered and, alarmed, swarmed around their attendants.
Pathetic creatures. Even newly raised, Valithria would have been stronger than their ranks combined. She would have been second only to Sindragosa herself. To lose her was a blow to the Frostbrood ranks and an insult to the defences of the Citadel. Fordring and his band of frostbitten followers were clearly going to be more of a threat than had been anticipated.
Slaughter them. Slaughter them all.
She beat her wings and took off from her perch. The whelps ceased their rattling, calming in the shadow of their Queen. Rimefang and Spinestalker stilled their agitated flying and hovered in the frozen air as she passed. “My lady?” One of them queried. She did not turn to see which.
“The Dreamwalker is lost to us. Fortify the outer area.” She climbed for height. “Do as I say!”
Her echo was muted by the falling snow, giving her shriek a curiously hollow sound. A growl escaped her and she looked back at the Frostwyrms beneath her.
“If I have to take this into my hands again, then you had better hope they scatter your bones to the winds.”
With a final clap of her wings, she ascended into the frozen sky.
Sample journal entry: [There's a stiff, creaking sound, like cold leather being stretched. The faint tinkle of chains moving can be heard, and then it is followed by a soft, yet harsh, laugh. When Sindragosa speaks, her voice is a strained, witchy whisper - a far cry to the guttral, hard screams of her dragon form.]
When the heart has stopped beating, the blood runs down to the extremeties. The hands and feet. There, it thickens and congeals. The hands and feet swell and turn black.
[She laughs again, a soft, slithering sort of noise.]
This weak, disgusting flesh. Human, elf, orc, troll... it's all the same. Even now, I defy its natural tendencies. Already the frost mists in this moist, warm air.
[Her voice cracks and rises. It roughens and climbs to that same harsh scream of before.]
Soon my wings will beat against this sky, bringing snow and ice and terror once more! You think you can hold me?! You think these fetters of stone and iron can hold me? Ha! They are less than the fetters of magic that bind me to this vessel of cooling, rotting flesh! You will feel my master's limitless power, and you will despair! None will survive! Do you hear me? Do you hear me?!
[And then her voice lowers, turns soft again, silibant.]
This is my promise. This is my covenant to you.
You will not hold me eternally.
[The feed runs in silence for a long while, then times out.]