Name: Jillian Song
Thoughts about PvP: If it's red (Hunter's Mark), it's dead.
Thoughts about RP: Has 14 warrants for her arrest for murder in Elwynn Forest, notably Goldshire.
Lore: Bashful in youth, she preferred to spend her time shooting Old Man Wilfred's chickens with her pellet rifle, playing jokes on the Cataclysm refugees in Westfall, and exploring the Duskwood banks of the Nazferiti River.
As a late teenager, she began entering into marksman competitions for money to help her family move to a new home after the Cataclysm. Surprising many competitors with her excellent marksmanship, she soon earned the money she needed. Returning to her family, however, shook the very foundations of her soul.
Her mother had succumbed to the Twilight Cult propaganda. Jillian later learned that her mother had been "hearing voices" for years. When her father tried to stop her, she mutilated and murdered him in an insane rage, leaving the bloody pieces for Jillian to find.
Unbeknownst to what he had walked upon, a Forsaken spy was checking around as Jillian entered her home. Immediately she screamed and ran for her father's old rifle in the closet. Before she could unlatch the door, the Forsaken grabbed her and pinned her to the wall. Though he was undead, he still retained some ability to speak Common. He explained to her that he was not going to harm her, and he would let her go if she did not go for the gun.
He introduced himself as Klips, a nickname given to him by his squad because of his profession as a barber prior to his unlife. He explained that he was deployed by the Horde War Council to investigate the cultist activity in Alliance territory. He admitted though he had no clue how extensive, there was some amount of cultist activity in Jillian's area.
Devastated by the loss of her father and her mother's descent into madness, Jillian stood there, unable to speak. A numbing, scratchy feeling kept clawing at the back of her mind, but she paid no attention to it. Until, slowly, it begun to speak to her. It sounded much like her mother's voice.
There is no hope. There is only despair. Make them suffer.