Fredian

Name
Baron Fredian Pridemane

Physical Traits
____________________________________________ Title & Ranks: Former slave of Arugal. The Black Baron. Ebon Knight of the Acherus. Former Gilnean Captain. Sergeant of the First Gilnean Regiment. ____________________________________________ Appearance : Eyes: One icy eye and one covered by an eye-patch. Hair: Ebon black and quite wild long. Beard: A small mustaff from chin to chin. Worgen fur: Ebon black and rugged, like it seen many fights over the years Wounds: Tons of scarrs from toture and experiments, needlemarks and lots of runes brandet onto his skin. Rot&Decay: Remarkable none what so ever. ____________________________________________ Armoury; Fredian is usual found in his dark plate armour infused with saronite. This cause him to walk unharmed on holy ground, but also make people nearby him feel at unease. ____________________________________________ Weaponry: Fredian tends to carry alot of diffrent weapons, but lately he seems to have settled down with a pair of twinblades that he keeps on his back. They are runeforged to hurt undeads more than usualy.

Race and Class
Gilnean Worgen

Guild
First Gilnean Regiment.

Occupation
Sergeant of the First Gilnean Regiment and Ebon Knight of the Acherus.

Family
All dead

Background
I was once a captain of the Gilnean Guard, a survivor of the Northgate rebellion and respected and honored by my fellow guardsmen, but when the scourge came, everything changed.
 * A diary might be seen from him*

They had almost broken through the Greymane wall, our glorious wall. In vain we sent our men to their deaths, but as soon as they fell they turned into undead themselves. That was when the King allowed Arugal to summon his creatures. Those foul wolf-men called Worgen actually managed to defeat the scourge invasion, but when they ran out of corpses to slaughter, they turned against us.

I did was what expected of me, and went to battle with my loyal soldiers at my side to ensure that the Greymane Wall could be closed up behind us. We managed to send the beasts away, but for me, it was too late. I was bitten. After the battle at the wall I remember staying in Pyrewood Village when suddenly the world disappeared before my eyes. I woke up in Arugals new home, Shadowfang Keep, as one of his slaves, one of his experiments, one of his servants.

For years I did his bidding, butchered adventurers seeking to end his madness until one day a group of five got to him and slew the archmage. With Arugal's magic broken, I ran away, wild as a beast, alone in the forests of Silverpine. Alone, but finally free. Or so I thought.

Years passed and the agents of the Lich King returned to the forests, seeking the mad archmage and the results of his experiments. I was captured among other worgens in the woods and taken to the cold lands of Northrend in a cage, to the Grizzly Hills.

There, to my horror, I again faced Arugal. He was continuing his experiments, but he was changed, less mad and calmer, and more powerful than ever now that the gift of the Lich King coursed in his veins. Arugal had been ordered to create new minions to serve the King of the Damned. The people of Grizzly Hills were given two options, to serve the Lich King in death or to be turned into monsters and remain alive. But arugal wanted more. He wanted a killing machine. He wanted to infuse the people of the hills with the power of his strongest soldiers, the Death Knights.

For a long time, it could have been months, years even, I was kept in the basement of Shadowfang Tower. I was tortured and poisoned, at times they even unleashed magics upon me, brandet my body with runes and gave me a hunger i could not end. It went on and on. One day it suddenly stopped, and in time I gathered enough strength to break my chains, and then I ran. I ran for days. That was when I met a group of knights of the Ebon Blade. They told me that they were on a mission to hunt down the last of the scourge and that the king had fallen. Arthas was slain!

I joined their group and through their knowledge I learned that Arugal's mad experiments had borne fruit. I was wielding the powers of the scourge, yet I was free. They trained me to use my new powers and after several months I felt assured that I could handle what ever the world would throw at me. Trusting my new powers I returned home, only to find the lands invaded and in ruins. For days I tried to find out what cruel fate had befallen my homeland, and that's when I met a wounded soldier of the alliance. He said they were trying to liberate my homeland and that is why I sit aboard this ship now, on my way to meet the so called "Alliance" that Gilneas refused years back. I will offer them my sword and by doing so hopefully regain something long since lost, my pride.

-Fredian Pridemane

Family Background
Brief summary of family history.

Criminal Record
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Personal Notes
Around hi

Current Status
Fredian seems not to show any emotions, and those few rare times he does, its a form of an creepy grin or smirk.