Ruthus Plaguemonger

Ruthus plaguemonger is a Forsaken warrior, servant of Sylvanas, veteran of the Northrend War, self-proclaimed womanizer, and grade-A bastard from the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

History
Ruthus Plaguemonger was born to the name Jameron Dayle Bryson in the village now known as Deathknell. The embodiment of a beautiful, reverent child of the Light, Jameron was a frequent attendee of the town's church, and its sermons were consistently reinforced by his parents. Intelligent, charming, and always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need of it, Jameron's present was bright, and his future, surely, was blinding.

Not everything was so peachy at home.

As their son began to deviate further and further from the teachings of the Light, Jameron's already quite-insane parents, his father's mental stability having steadilly declined after the Second War, were considering decisive actions. Jameron had had a brief but very physical (and don't worry, all consensual) relationship with a girl in the village. Both were wrongly assumed of demonic possession, and in a hailstorm of misinformation, Jameron's father turned his sword on him. The son was henceforth forced to put the father--and with him, the mother--to rest.

Following his self-orphaning, Jameron fled to the loamy woods of Silverpine with his young lover, who was cut down by a duo of bandits. Unable to feel much of anything in the way of emotion at that moment, Jameron left the earth to carry out the girl's burial, and raised himself to early adulthood in Silverpine. He mades his way as, he found, many others in the dreary forests did: theivery, mercenary work, and other such nastiness. He formed a sort of comradeship with other disenfranchised urchins of the area, and though he actually managed to make himself a target of the Guard, he evaded capture for several years after.

It was at the age of 21 that Jameron's luck finally seemed to run out. Cornered by a vengeful gang of thugs that his own had killed many members of, Jameron's eyes were torn out with a worn dagger, and he was left to rot in a dark, thickly forested part of the woods.

Fortunately or tragically, depending on whose side you're on, Jameron didn't get very long to rot before the Scourge came to Lordaeron. (WIP, do NOT consider this finalized, I'm just sleepy and trying to make this work chronologically.)

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