Skeler

Name
Skeler Damoore

Physical Traits
Standing as tall as most other humans would've done, Skeler was once a well build young man with great potentional in becomming a paladin. Although dying had taken it's toll, his appearance might frighten some, his skin and flesh has decomposed after years of undeath, although the decompusing has been almost stopped by his newest of powers within the grasp of the Death Knight he now is.

His hair, the petty remains was actually well kept before most of it was burned away, it now hangs down his sides, his jaw seems to have healed after it fell off and the skin now more or less holds it back on. The eyes are cold, not really unusual for the Death Knight. on his left hand, his index finger would to those who's seen it look very odd, it doesn't quite match the rest, it isn't really Skelers either, but it's previous owner got no use for it... anymore.

He wears most of a fullplate, coloured in ebon and blueish colours aswell as a dark and blue cloak and a lighter blue hood, to hide the faceguard covering the lower part of his face, with him he carries two broad swords, carved with runes and struckt a chain inbetween them.

Race and Class
Race: Forsaken

Class: Death Knight

Occupation
Serving the Highlord as a Death Knight of the Ebon Blade, aswell as aiding the Banshee Queen Sylvanas Windrunner in the Forsaken regions.

Joined forces with the Shadows of Lordaeron and serves as their captain of the Deathguard.

Family Background
The Damoore family was a neither rich or poor family, neither was it fairly big, but suitable. Their manor wasn't big either, but still it was perfected. The Patron Ergen Damoore, serving Lordaeron as an officer, the Matron Illynia Damoore serving mostly at home, keeping tracks of her many chilren and house keepers. The eldest girl named Isalle, being the eldest of the children, followed by the son Geaph, as the third was Skeler with the last twins Cabrya and Gabrinn, both boys. The manors location still remains unfound.

Background
Skeler had a normal childhood, a bit house work, some fighting amound his brothers. Though at the age of fifteen he was called into the army of Lordaeron, later to join in as a paladin apprentice. At an age of twenty Skeler was appointed on a missing to help patrol the lands, his skills with the light had increased and his ability to heal others was magnificent for such a young boy. Although a few years later the plague struct Lordaeron. Skeler served well in aididng the sick, although his ability as still only an apprentice wasn't enough to cleanse their bodies. He fell in the defense of Andorhal beside his master.

He woke up again though, woke up to a world, blighted... He saught his past, found his home destroyed, although he would not have felt anything, Skeler found hatred to comfort him, he wanted revenge for what had happened... He wanted the Lich King dead! After a few years of service to the Banshee Queen, he found himself aiding the Argent Dawn in the Plaguelands. Although after a few years, Skeler found himself standing almost defense less, his abilities in the light had faden when he died, and soon he felt the sting of a blade, and saw only blackness... To his disbelieve he woke up on Archerus The Ebon Hold, His mind focussed on serving the Lich King, although countless slaughter with other Death Knights, Skeler found himself struggling in the end to fight his control, though the fight at Lights Hope Chapel made him win, and after Tirion Fordring struckt the Lich King with the Ashbringer, Skeler aided in reclaiming Archerus... He ventured to the cold north, in which he travelled through the Howling Fjord, and in every horror of the living, he felt satisfied, in every abomination of the balanced his blade would end, every Scourge unit on his way would die... He joined forces with High Executor Claireriel Thelanorei, in the Fist of Vengeance. Although the High Executor suddently went missing, he held responsability of the Fist... Joining forces with the War Council earlier had proven useful, and Skeler had the advantage of powerful allies, even though it turned out the High Executor had turned against them... after long searches and death within all of the Horde aswell as the Alliance, the Citadel doors where brought down.

Skeler aided the Ebon Blade in the Icecrown citadel, although he never saw the demise of the Lich King himself after taking a nasty hit from an undead nearly killing him, he felt the satisfaction when the news rang through the Citadel. He ventured back, back to his Queen to once more "serve" Sylvanas Windrunner. Although he was met by the High Executor Mailann, and eventually joined forces with him, in what is know as "Shadows of Lordaeron".

The reunion
Skeler sad mounted on his Deathcharger, his cold orbs scanning the hills of Hillsbrad, the Forsaken Ambassador Nyttja Gello following his tracks when he and his charger set off, blabbering as she usually did, Skeler feeling the urge to strangulate her although he did not, for once feeling pity on what he thought a lower creature, a scatter brained idiot he thought... although suddently something struckt him, like a slap in the face he felt this strong holy source, nearby, as the human priestess came closer he slided down from the charger, arming himself with his swords, the priestess standing still, staring at the death knight and the ambassador, she shielded herself as she felt herself drawn closer to Skeler, a melee fight had begun, though Skeler found it hard to penetrate the shield he suddently saw her face before his mind instantly flickered, like a blackout he was sent running away from her, when he came back to conciousness, he realised who it was what had happend... He did nothing to follow her... Nothing.

the night he wandered out with theShadows of Lordaeron, on a missing in cutting off the Alliance ressource gathering in Hillsbrad... He felt her again, and a moment later one of the others said the word "human" Skeler was first to run back to this priestess, whom was caught off guard. "Well, well, well'... it's been a long time, Isalle". She looked at him curiosly, but her face grimaced into a face of horror as he removed his mask, leaving his faceguard on though, he knew... he knew she could recognise him, and for the first time in his undead life as a Death Knight, he could not strike her... he felt guilty, ashamed, he dragged her closer, ignoring the many cries out for killing her, the many forsakens who wanted to feast on her remains. NO, he could not let his last living family member die, not now... he he whispered in her ear; "Run, Isalle" and he watched her run, then turned off to the road, followed by the Forsakens who didn't understand, although they knew it was Skeler's sister, they didn't understand... Skeler had alot to think about that night... but it would have to wait a little, afterall, he had a mine to cleanse from the living... or, did he really...

Criminal Record
(Alive)

Nothing.

(Undeath)

Slaughtering out of boredom.

Murdered IC characters:

Mithshi - a troll hunter of the Beastmaw Clan (discovered but got the blame set to another)

Verdaza - a troll shadowcaster of the Beastmaw Clan (noone ever found out)

Norlan - a human mage in which he reanimated again, although the corpse did not rise, Skeler merely shrugged the dead mage off and left, the mage however found him...

Personal Notes
Quotes:

''"What do you mean by that?" Then shrugged to himself before stabbing the Scarlet Knight in the throat "Ah well... seems like you weren't -that- tough!"''

''" Can't stop death? Then WHY are you standing between me and the door!?" ''

''"Would you stop doing that?!" ''After he got backstabbed by a rogue.

Current Status
Pondering his condiction as his goal in the afterlife has been completed.