Name: Ivhell "Lithobius" Dawnbreak
Art TBA
Formerly enlisted with the Silvermoon Priesthood as a "psy breaker", Ivhell worked as a researcher, interrogator, and agent of the Sunstrider monarchy. This sect was a private one, unknown to the public and even to many within the Priesthood. The sect had always operated in secret to the Sunstrider family, responsible for maintaining peace within the city through the mental manipulation of its inhabitants. Regular propaganda and programming happened to many of the city's goers, whether they realized it or not.
He knows little of his own history. Most of their sect were hand groomed, criminals, orphans, homeless or dissidents picked off the streets that went through extensive, complex mental reprogramming. A majority, if not all of his sect were comprised of these guinea pigs, disposable should their work ever be outed.
A freak psionic accident triggered by the Lich King's presence killed a majority of his sect; if there are other survivors he knows not who or where they are now. With the Regent Lord's rise to power, his sect was realized and outright dissolved, evidence cleaned up in order to not implicate the already fragile seat of government. The work they had done troubled the new Regent Lord, the entire accident and the nature of what went down in those halls completely covered up. Ivhell wasn't executed for the sole reason that he immediately pledged himself to the Silvermoon Priesthood, contractually obligated to keep their work a secret. He's since been on a watch list, monitored closely for any problematic activity.
He knows not what the new government does with their work currently. Has a new private sect been created? Was all their work destroyed, where are the other members, surely he wasn't the only survivor. Those answers aren't for him though. After the Burning Crusade campaign, Ivhell has taken up a quiet life as an archaeologist of the Reliquary. For now it grounds him, makes him feel real. As if he can still identify with his kind. He's taken up entomology with a particular interest in desert-dwelling insects, one of the few things that gives him genuine happiness. Such has been his life the past ten years.
Recently the male swore off his old name, taking up Lithobius instead. The reasons for this are unknown, but something has inspired the male to begin making radical changes in his life. Dissatisfaction with a finally "normal" life? An identity crisis? Hiding from someone? His motives are questionable, but more than likely it's a nonissue. He means well, truly. Besides, what real damage could an anxiety-riddled train wreck such as himself truly accomplish?