Here have my backstory I came up for my self-insert Devin Wilton. Here we go!
Devin grew up in Westfall, on a farm. Truth be told he didn’t like it. He hated farming and he grew tired of living in the country! So as he got older he began studying to he could grow up to not be a farmer. He wanted to go away and study somewhere. And so he did!
During his late teens he left Westfall and found himself studying in Stormwind, he didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life exactly but his choices were limitless in the city! Eventually he found himself drawn to magic, he found it fascinating. He decided what better place to study different aspects of magic than in Dalaran, and soon he found himself living in the floating city (Northrend one at the time).
It was of course during his time in Dalaran that he learned of the amazing creatures that are Worgen. The very idea of men that turned to beasts was interesting to him and he had to understand how the curse worked! He had to see it for himself (no one said Devin was the smartest), and with this in mind he setout from Dalaran to Silverpine Forest to begin his research.
This is where things take a turn for the poor man, and fate finds itself to be a cruel cruel entity. Luck was not on his side for while Devin conducted his research and searched the forests of Silverpine Forest for signs of Worgen it was then that he would lose his life…. to the rabid wildlife in the area.
Of course, fate would be even crueler! For he found no rest in death. Among many of the other corpses collected by the Forsaken, Devin was one of the newly raised Forsaken by Sylvanas’ Val’kyr shortly after the Cataclysm. Ironic. He was researching one monster and ended up becoming a different one. After he raised Devin was crazed and freely roamed Silverpine, he then spent much of his first year or so wandering aimlessly in Silverpine, Hillsbrad, and Western Plaguelands trying to figure out who he was now as a newly raised corpse.
Eventually Devin would come to grips with his new condition, after all he never had to sleep, he never had to eat, he would never grow old and die? What wasn’t to love about it? Other than the dull emotions and lack of senses… He could drink and party and do whatever he wanted now!
Only… he was now Forsaken. He had to adjust to this new life among those of his own kind. Something he found very difficult because many of his kind seemed to have a strange “death to the living” outlook on life.
Nevertheless, over the years Devin has gone accustomed to this new un-life, and with all the free time he had he spent it learning how to shoot a pistol and even taking up studying shadow magic. I mean he was undead now so why not go the full spooky route by being one with the shadows as well?
It’s been an interesting change but one he accepted and now spent most of his days wandering Azeroth and attending random parties to drink and socialize when he can.
(Sidenote. What’s funny is I really thought about it, if I were to be placed into WoW I likely would either be a Worgen or Forsaken.)
