Rhoenya Evelyn Cossack

 Many words have been used to try and pin down Rhoenya Cossack, an Apothecary (and recently Plaguebringer) for the Legion of Vengeance. The one to most frequently come up amongst her colleagues is ‘strange’. Senior Plaguebringer Drayvenn Shallowgrave identified her once as ‘perhaps one of the strangest apothecaries he had ever met.’ It is a title that Rhoenya holds with some esteem. Though it is not one she is always proud of as she has met the ridicule of her peers for having crossed priorities or strange moral grounding.



Unlike her contemporaries within the Legion, usually a very callous, brooding and generally homicidally insane lot, Rhoenya is a very bright and caring soul who keeps the wellbeing of others as a top concern. Though not her primary concern; as kind as she is Rhoenya is marked with a very distinct desire for materialistic wealth and often uses her good intentions as a means to meet this need.

 =Description=

Faint marks of some work appears to crease across her face and neck. Skin, not quite as rotten as the rest of her, covers a majority of her face, save for her mouth and nose, where small neat stitches have locked down the skin to the bone there, giving her a permanent skeletal grin. Her hair is a dirty pile of vaguely golden locks hanging long and limp against her face and neck and pale yellow lights up her empty eye sockets.



Rhoenya's frame is rather small and slender and still appears as lithe as she was in life. Her fingers seem to twitch near constantly with the   considerable energy bubbling up in herself just waiting to come out in some way. Her right foot, curiously, seems to be missing the bones of her small toe, and a portion of the toe next to it appears to have snapped off. She generally carries around a large sword or two as a weapon, as well as a bag of various types of potions of her own design.

Her clothing is swatches of cloth and leather with small suggestions of mail - provided for looks rather then protection. The faded colors consist of mostly silver, gold, black and brown with a punch of jade-green. A cloak of green and accents of gold flows from around her neck, over her shoulders and down her back where it's tattered and muddled bottom skirts just barely over the ground.

=History=

Early Life
It was shortly before the First War that Rhoenya Evelyn Cossack was born to Margaret and Thomas Cossack. They lived in Westfall at the time, not too far outside of Moonbrook, and tended to a small pig farm there. She has few memories of her early childhood but those that she retains are pleasant enough. One frequently cited is the candy tree she attempted to plant behind their home. Margaret was a kind, thoughtful mother known for her baked sweets and stews. Her father, Thomas, was a quiet man but something of an intellectual mind. He had a shrewd sense of business and knowledge of the earth that kept the family from poverty.



Her most vivid, if it could be even called that, is when the war finally came to Westfall. At the age of four, the Cossack homestead was raided and razed to the ground along many others as the Orcish armies tore through Westfall on route to Stormwind. She and her parents, alongside many others, were forced from their homes with very little more than the clothing on their back and what sparse belongings they could afford to take. They made exodus for Stormwind, but found the city besieged and their beloved King assassinated.



With no promise of safe shelter and no home to return to the Cossack family kept on the run, evading both bandits and orcish war party. Rumors reached them of the General, Anduin Lothar, leading their people to find safety in the northern kingdom of Lordaeron. Finding safety in numbers, the family banded with others and made a small nomadic community to provide for each other and ensuring their collective survival and safety as they travelled northward.

A Kid at the Faire
During the flight to Lordaeron the small band of people grew. Thomas Cossack initially held a slight grasp of leadership over them, soon people of a more sinister mind came into power of the group as they crossed into Lordaeron. At first they worked honestly, collecting plants and hunting game to sell. Greed and desperation had them turn to less honest means. Under the innocent guise of ‘borrowing’ some of the children were taught to quickly and quietly pick the pockets of strangers. Each clumsy attempt had them chased out of towns and villages, but every time the children got a little bit better.



<p class="MsoNormal">Rhoenya at first was shielded from this behavior by her parents who had no desire to see their daughter used in such a way. As time passed, they learned after many hungry nights that morals did not put food in their bellies and clothing on their backs. Though not encouraging it, they let little Rhoenya play with the other children, who was quickly introduced to the ‘borrowing’ game, as it had begun to be called.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Through time and travel Rhoenya and her family soon ended up in the employ of a young upstart known as Silas Darkmoon; her parents for their various skills and her for her growing skill of a pickpocket. Though she, herself, drifted from job to job she fit in very well as one of the fledgling Darkmoon Faire’s patron pickpockets. As she grew into adolescence she was either placed or heavily encouraged to take on the position as a dancer for the Faire. Being a rather pretty girl made her very desirable for such a role. This phase in Rhoenya’s life however, has gone untold and will likely remain that way.

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<p class="MsoNormal">At age sixteen, Rhoenya was expelled from the Faire. Still actively pickpocketing along when not dancing with the other girls, Rhoenya’s hands were finally found where one customer didn’t seem to appreciate. The patron acted violently against her and she acted, thrusting a knife quickly into his neck and barely escaping. Silas acted quickly to this outrageous act and Rhoenya was cast out from the Faire and for the first time of her life she was alone in the world.

Alchemical Misadventure
<p class="MsoNormal">With few skills to lend herself easily to any sort of job, Rhoenya took to the only thing she knew: pickpocketing. She made her way to the city of Stratholme, knowing it was a city fat with gold and places to spend it. What she didn’t realize is that many, many others know the same. Early in her career she ran afoul of the goblin Sneebus Pennypincher after having picked a mark he had been stalking. Through means of intimidation and blackmail, he coerced Rhoenya into his service, having her work for him and taking the majority of the profits for himself.

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<p class="MsoNormal">What started out as a rather cruel business deal, however, over the course of three years became rather profitable for Rhoenya. She found protection through Sneebus and the gang of thugs and miscreants he amassed and broadened her skills beyond simple pickpocketing. By the time Sneebus approached his band with their greatest scheme, her crimes included burglary, breaking and entering and fraud. Sneebus' new plan would not only make the group fabulously wealthy, it would cause another jarring change to Rhoenya’s life.

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<p class="MsoNormal">The plan was simple; a member would apply as a hired hand of in a rich household. At night, sometime after being hired, they would leave a door open and the remaining members of Sneebus’ gang would go in and clean the place out while everyone slept. Of course, they would rotate the numbers to keep the faces fresh. For some four or five noble households, the plan went off without a hitch and for the first time, Rhoenya found herself with gold in her pocket rather than a few scant copper now and again. When it finally came to her turn things went... differently.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Rhoenya came to the home of an alchemist expecting an old, wise sage of a man but instead Charleton Nerkarthius Sellar III, or Nerkarth as he preferred, was quite a bit younger than expected. She found a position as his bodyguard and assistant but made an interesting choice some weeks into the venture. Rhoenya wouldn’t be able to figure out what came first... the romantic fancy or the desire for honest work, but either reason could provide justification for telling her former employer, Sneebus, that she was backing out of the job and out of the group. Though he was enraged, Rhoenya wouldn’t see any sort of retribution.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Three months into her hiring as his assistant and bodyguard, during a very routine bout of potion making, Nerkath asked of Rhoenya to provide him with a potion, simplying calling it the ‘red’ one. It was an honest mistake and Rhoenya would never admit her carelessness but she didn’t realize at that time just how catastrophic it was to bring him a potion of the color ‘blue’. Pouring it in was the catalyst for an explosion of quite the magnitude and it was in this explosion they met an untimely end.

A Second Chance
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=Serving the Legion of Vengeance=

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Experimentation on Humans
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Constructing Constructs
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