Full Name: Captain William Skellig
Titles or Nicknames: Billy, bastard
Age: Old. He lost count.
Race: Undead (formally Kul Tiran human)
Gender: Male
Hair: Dark brown with a greenish hue
Eyes: Lichfire
Height: average height
Weight: skinny
Notable Physical Features:
His clothes are tattered and he reeks of salt water and rum; hands ragged and scarred, with black broken nails, and a sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. At his belt, you see an old cutlass and on his dusty jacket you see a frayed emblem denoting him as a former sailor for Lordaeron’s fleet. Barnacles have grown over time on his shoulders and arms, and seaweed come sometimes be seen twisted in his scraggly hair.
Even for one of the Forsaken, this specimen before you is even more bedraggled and the look of a long life of turmoil and hard work is evident.
Often seen at the Salty Sailor in Booty Bay, drinking his drink and mostly keeping to himself. Occasionally he’ll mutter something about a lost hat, or suddenly cry out some sea chanty in an old tottering voice that unsettles the other tavern patrons.
Place of residence: Booty Bay
Place of Birth: Anglepoint Bay, Kul Tiras
Known Relatives: lost contact with any of his former family
Religion/Philosophy: Is gold a religion?
Occupation: Privateer, Pirate, Smuggler, former Death Knight
Guild Rank:
Known Associates: Blackwater Raiders
Known Nemesis: Bloodsail Buccaneers
Special Skills: Piracy, sailing, navigation, smuggling, naval combat
Positive Personality Traits: umm.....
Negative Personality Traits:
He's not much of a talker and he can be off-putting to those not familiar with undead, let alone a pirate.
History Before The Grim:
A more detailed biography can be found at: https://skelligwra.tumblr.com
William “Billy” Skellig was born in Anglepoint Bay a couple of years before the First War and was raised from a young boy to be a sailor among the many ships of Kul Tiras. He was recruited to serve on a stout-weather ship in the Tirasian fleet where he quickly made the rank of bosun. He eventually transferred to the Royal Lordaeron Navy where he served as a First Mate aboard one of the military vessels.
His most notable voyage as a sailor was when he was stationed on one of the many ships hired by Arthas Menethil to take the Silver Hand Knights and Lordaeron troops to Daggercap Bay in Northrend. Billy died along with many other sailors when Arthas order a band of mercenaries to sink the fleet.
Billy spent some time lying at the bottom of Daggercap Bay dead until Arthas, now as a Death Knight for the Lich King, raised many corpses to serve as the Scourge. Although fish and crabs had eaten away at his corpse and barnacles had begun to grow on his body, Billy still retained most of his limbs and musculature.
Billy does not remember anything of that time as a mindless zombie, doing Arthas’ bidding. A blank in his memory. That void in his memory ends when his consciousness was granted back to him by Lady Sylvanus. It was then, years ago, when he regained his individuality once more and he joined the ranks of the Forsaken. Under the Banshee Queen, Skellig put his former sailor’s life to use serving in The Windrunner Fleet aboard the Dark Defiance.
However Billy’s service was short-lived as the sailor was killed in battle off the shore of the Eastern Plaguelands when the ship was ordered to support forces battling the Scarlet Crusade. For a time, Skellig’s corpse lied in rest once more. Just like before, Skellig found himself sitting in the shallow waters off Eastern Plagueland’s coast, finally awaiting his soul’s journey to the great beyond.
But sadly, that soul’s journey did not begin.
An all to familiar voice sounded in Skellig’s consciousness as he lay there. “You will is not your own.”
Once again, did Skellig feel the icy clutch on his soul. Once again did Arthas raise his corpse to serve. As much as Billy fought the unholy draw, he could not fight that calling.
Only this time it was different.
Skellig retained some of his consciousness. Whether it was a weaker bond or just a torture played out by the Lich King, Skellig was aware of himself, but was bound by the sheer will of the Lich King to serve.
“Remember who owns your soul, death knight!”
Billy Skellig witnessed horror upon horror as he was forced along with many other Death Knights to slaughter the citizens of Havenshire.
He remembers all too well having to kill his own Forsaken brethren in the name of the Lich King.
But all the more important, he remembers the Battle of Light’s Hope Chapel. It was that time he felt the Lich King’s control break once again when Darion Mograine attacked the Lich King and freed the Death Knights of Archeus present.
William Skellig was once again of free will.
Suffering from the anguish of falling to service again, as well as fear of falling again, Skellig retreated the Plaguelands and sought the one place farthest away from Northrend and also a place familiar to him: Booty Bay.
There he spent a year working for various merchant fleets and also as a privateer. Signed under service to Baron Revilgaz and defending Booty Bay from the Bloodsail Buccaneers.
However, his time as a privateer was cut short when Deathwing erupted and brought on the great Cataclysm. That, combined with the attacks by Lord Putress, Skellig soon found that many cast the undead sailor with a different eye and many cursed his existence.
With work drying up, Skellig decided to travel north in search again of the great Undercity and capital of Lady Sylvanus’ Forsaken. Since he was far too decayed and worn to walk amongst the Alliance, then maybe the Forsaken will accept him?
History In The Grim: Working on it...
