Vassali de Gahl

Vassali de Gahl

In-Game: Vassali, Vass

Clan: Tears of Draenor

Title: Arbiter

Vitals
Race: Undead human, not allied with Forsaken Class: Warrior

Professions: Herbalism, Alchemy

Age: 22 at Death, 29 current

Sex: Male

Hair: Black

Eyes: Glowing yellow

Weight: 198 lbs.

Height: 6' 1"

History
Vassali de Gahl was born in the city of Stormwind, in Elwynn Forest.

As a boy he watched the great paladins of the city train and ride by proudly on their majestic steeds. He knew from his earliest days that he wanted to be just like them. He worked hard in his studies as he aged and there came a time where he too trained among the knights he held in such awe as a child within the Keep of Stormwind City. In his early twenty's, he graduated from his schoolings and was sent out to serve across Azeroth in the name of the Light. He dreamt of adventure and valor, of gaining honor and becoming one of the men he marveled at as a child.

But this was not to be.

After a few years serving under different banners and stations across the lands, his work was noticed. He was doing patrols with a small attachment in the Arathi Highlands when a courier reached him with a letter. It was a commission; an opportunity to serve among the renowned Scarlet Crusade. To him it was a bit more than a chance in his career...it was a chance to fufill his dreams. Not a month later he had arrived at the grand gates of the Scarlet Monestary in the vile Tirisfal Glades, lands soaked in the Scourge. For nearly a year he was posted in the Monestary, fighting the Scourge left and right. All seemed to be going well; he was moving up in the ranks of the Crusade, and was gaining esteem with his commanders. Then, things started to change.

Slowly, Vassali began to take notice of certain ongoings around him. The monotony of the spirit of his comrades, the bland callous will they each possessed. Sometimes, too callous. A number of times he had thought the Crusade's ways and methods too zealous, too harsh. Perhaps even wrong, on occaision. But he held his tongue, his pride willing him to silence. Until one day, he spotted a child no older than eight, bound in shackles amongst a batch of prisoners. He was huddled next to his mother, bound as well, and weeping. Vassali brought the matter immediately to his commander thinking there was some mistake, some error. He was informed that the child had been caught stealing a pumpkin from a nearby farm. That his evil must have a root in the Scourge, their plague. That he must be purged. That evil has no shape or size, nor age. The tears of the child's mother nearby were the last straw. When his commander noticed Vassali glance at her, he informed him that she must also! die, for it was her tainted womb which brought forth her son's evil habits. Purification was the only option.

Vassali did what he had been raised and trained to do. He had spotted injustice, he had stumbled across the oppressed. Thus, as any paladin should, he defended them. It was the act which should have defined his career as a knight of the Light. Instead, it was the act which ended it.

As skilled as he was, he could not fight off his once-comrades. He was subdued after only a short battle, at which point he threatened to report these ongoings back to Stormwind, to shed true light on the Crusade's nature. He had not yet fully grasped what the Crusade was capable of as he swore this, but soon learned. He was beaten, and stipped down bare. A steel plate was brought forth and excruciatingly nailed to his face to seal his mouth. He was deemed a traitor, a sympathizer to the Damned, and a carrier of the Scourge itself. Sentenced without debate or trial, Vassali was cast into a pit to spend his last dying hours with those he had sympathized with: The rotting bodies of the Scourge.

Then, suddenly, he woke.

He woke with new eyes to the world, in a crypt in southern Tirisfal. His strength had left him, he felt frail. In his heart he no longer felt ambition and pride, but now only regret and sorrow. His muscles had withered, his body had rotten, and the Holy energy that once filled him had dried up and become rage. And so, the great paladin of the Light had in the end become the thing he'd spent his life fighting against. He did not know how to live, what to do with himself. He had been forsaken, and now was Forsaken. The Alliance and their lies held no more sway with him. Yet, he could not trust the Horde, the enemy he'd known since childhood.

It was Ruarc who introduced him to a new family, and through them Vassali came to see that not everything was black and white, as he'd been taught and trained. Not just good and evil; there was more to life than just that. And so, having had to experience death to learn this, he slipped comfortably into a shade of grey.