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“Character Profile: Lady Cyndi Lou Marris Hue The Noble”
“Cyndilou is a newly killed, freshly risen, never even seen the inside of a grave Forsaken, with purple hair, who bathes daily in Mink Oil and Eucalyptus Oil, and Saddle Soap. She is still in good condition, and works hard to stay that way.”
“She is a Combat Rogue, that believes in the Code: There is Honor Among Thieves. She regrets being risen, and the things she did under another’s control, and is working to make up for it.”
“She will never betray, or kill her friends, but will gladly kill FOR them. And if someone harms anyone she considers a friend, she will rip their heart out, and eat it in front of them, before dancing on their un-resurrectible corpse with spiked heels.”
“On a personal note, she loves moonlit nights, fishing, collecting pets, black roses, monocles, top hats, dressing up, parties, hugs, tinkering, baking cookies, and her Loyal Forsaken Warrior Husband, Horeton.”
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“Cyndi Lou Marris Hue The Noble: Undead Shadows and False Promises”
‘Part One’
Before all the darkness, before the Lich King tore asunder her world, Cyndi Lou Marris was a brilliant Engineer in training, working on her dream of becoming a Ship Master. A proud citizen of Lordaeron, then a thriving city, and a close friend to Lady Lianne Menethil, and her Daughter, Princess Calia. Cyndi Lou’s Fiance, Horeton Hue, held a high rank, as a Warrior, in the Army of King Terenas Menethil II. The four of them would often spend long nights, talking about many things. Accompanied by Horeton’s wonderful Silverleaf Tea, and Cyndi Lou’s delicious Chocolate Cookies. As well as making plans for a grand wedding, for Cyndi Lou and her love.
The summer of their planned wedding the trouble started, a plague of evil was claiming all the great lands around. Their fine city was in danger. The Armies rushed around, in preparation against a possible coming attack. The Bonding Celebration date was set, but when the morning, of that fateful day came, the command went out for all to gather at the main gate, to welcome the Returning Prince. But the celebration didn’t go quite as planned. A deep darkness fell over the land, as Lordaeron fell. Betrayed from within, by the King’s own son, who ran him through, at the steps of the very throne itself, then opened the gates to the Scourge Armies of The Lich King. They were slaughtered, every man woman and child, until the stones ran red with innocent blood.
And the torment did not end there. The Lich King was not satisfied with their deaths, his twisted thirst was not quenched. He raised them up, every one of them, and made mind puppets of them all. Then came the loss of control, and death of their emotions, as he pulled the strings of their very will and bent it to his.
The chilling, manipulating voice that took over her brain, was endless and terrifying. She could never get away from it, and it’s bone numbing sound. She suffered, through years upon years of, endless submission, death and dying, only to be resurrected over and over again, by the iron grip of that terrifying voice.
Until one night, on her way back to the dark sinister fortress, that she then called home, the voice began to fade. It became so quiet it was barely audible, then it was gone. The silence that followed was strange, and oddly euphoric. It lasted for only an hour, until she neared the Ebon Hold, where it started to return. ‘NO!’ Cyndilou shouted to herself, ‘I like the silence!’ Gathering all her courage, and strength she turned around and fled in the opposite direction, as fast as her stride would carry her.
After many miles, the voice vanished again, but she just kept running, until she could no longer push herself to take another step. She collapsed in the tall grass, by a small lake, exhausted, but finally completely free. Her mind was a sedated blank slate…then the wall came crumbling down, and it all came flooding back. The life she had before, the fear upon seeing the rage of the Lich King’s Army for the first time and the roar that shook Lordaeron to the ground, when their forces hit. The void, the cold, the sinister eternal voice…and finally, the maddening realization of the horrors she had brought upon all that she had ever loved. She struggled, long and hard, to retain a spark of sanity, as it all came swarming deviously back. The pain of the guilt was agonizing, to say the least. Her tears flowed freely, as the faces of the tormented flashed through her mind, like some sick sideshow.
She remembers wandering, dazed and scared, down familiar roads, and through childhood lands, gazing upon one destroyed town after another. Her only desire, to return home, to the safety of the stone walls of Lordaeron.
As she neared her destination, she passed through the main Graveyard, and was confronted by a strange sight. Huge winged spirits, in the form of some kind of angel, were resurrecting dead left and right. As soon as they rose, they were handed a shovel, and sent to work digging up the rest. Suddenly she recalled that horrible day, when she was first brought back.
On that day, when her corpse was first awakened, before she could shake the hazy sickness, that she felt all over from being resurrected, a shovel was shoved in to HER hands, as she was directed towards a field of fresh graves, by one of The Lich Kings Minions, and simply told…‘Dig!’ Only to find her Fiance’s body in the first grave she exhumed. Then His Minions came, and unceremoniously carried off Horeton’s corpse, never to be held by her arms again. And the deepest pain of all, was she could not even feel sorrow at seeing him dead.
Shaking off this memory, as best she could, she finished her trip through the graveyard, in tears.
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“The following are excerpts from later in the story…”
Cyndi Lou looked up as ordered, expecting to see some wicked demon standing in front of her, but instead it was Lady Sylvanas Windrunner. Her eyes hollow, and glowing red, her pale skin cold as ice. Her smile was the only thing that had any spark of life left to it. And with that smile, a brief memory came flooding back.
Long ago, when Cyndilou was but a small child, she was often sent to her Uncle’s house, when both her Mother and Father had to work. Although he was her Father’s Brother, little was known of him. For he kept to himself, living alone, far from the rest of the Family. Occasionally, while visiting Uncle Marris, he would order her to go play in the yard, when a strange, and mystically magic, Lady would come calling. But being the, ever so, curious child, Cyndi Lou would hide in the rafters of the house instead, and spy. She became fascinated by this Dark Elven Lady. One day, her Father was ordered to return to Lordaeron, to work, and her Family moved. She never saw her Uncle, or the Dark Lady again, except in her dreams, until now in these dark, haunted, halls, buried deep beneath the Ruins of her Beloved Lordaeron. And she never spoke of it, to anyone, until today, upon seeing Lady Sylvanas again, as the Banshee Queen.
After a brief moment, the wickedly beautiful form before her spoke, “Do not fear me.”
Her voice sounded different, like it was buried deep inside, and fighting to exist. She gestured for Cyndi Lou to stand. Rising, brought her closer to those strange eyes, that were now looking straight into hers.
Cyndi Lou looks deeply into those eyes and responds, “I will trust you always, My Dark Lady.” She follows this with a brief courtly bow.
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Cyndi Lou slowly lowered her gaze, as a twinge of guilt stabbed her heart. She looked back up at her dear Fiance’s haunted face and whispered, “Can you ever forgive me?”
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“With my own dying eyes, I watched them end your life. You were standing over the corpse of your beloved King, defending the throne like a berserking Death Knight. It took Arthas himself to stop you.”
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Unseen, she knelt in the shadows, at the mouth of the alleyway. Quiet as the fog, and as deadly as a king viper, she listened to the foot steps drawing slowly closer. Her black leather clothes blending with the night. Twin, envenomed, daggers hanging at her hips, and a powerful crossbow resting on her back. Her well trained rogue senses, and keen eyesight taking in everything. In a couple more minutes, her target would be in sight. She knew his habits, and what path he always took, she also knew she couldn’t take him in the street, help would come for sure. So she had to draw him into the darkness.
As he neared the corner, she moved back a few steps. Staying crouched, and making sure he would not see her, until after he turned off the main street. Her cold, glowing eyes, glistened in anticipation of the coming fight. As he began to turn her way, she had an idea. Quiet as a snake, she reached down and picked up a small rock, and tossed it down the alleyway a few yards. He perked up at the sound of it hitting the ground, and his pace quickened, as he side stepped to investigate. Her plan worked, and he turned his back to her. Stealthed, and silent as the grave, she pulled forth her crossbow and took aim.
Just as she was about to let lose the bolt, someone lit a candle in a near by window, and a beam of light fell on his face. A face which she recognized a second too late, as she watched the bolt leave her crossbow, in horror.
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People complaining about Vanessa Vancleef when my OCD is screaming when I look at my character.
Why is there a spike on my chest?
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hehehe… they only put on 1 so it didn’t look crazy XD
It still looks crazy. 
True but least it isn’t like… well lol XD
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I know what you mean, but still don’t touch unless you want to get hurt.
See the blood on the spike. 
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“It’s way too quiet in here.”
(Lady Cyndi Lou puts a few coins in the Jukebox…)
/dance
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I love Halocene- her vocals are so good. And the arrangements rock
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“I have never heard her, before. You are right, she DOES have a great voice. I think I will look into more of her music. Thanks for sharing this.”
/smile
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Guess need to crank up the jukebox
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challenge accepted.
…40 years later, and Doro has barely changed. 
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I think we need some Fleetwood Mac in here
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Good Evening 
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“SURFY!!!”
/running pounce
/huggle
/cookie
/giggle
“Welcome to the Party!”
/grin
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yay
/dance
Is nice seeing good threads in GD
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“That it is. Lots of good people in this one.”
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and music 
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“Music is Life, and Dancing keeps us Living.”
/GRIN
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More like it is nice having a space to relax in GD.
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