Skeler

Skeler Damoore
Name:	Skeler Damoore
Title:	Deathguard Captain in the Shadows of Lordaeron
Allignment:	True Neutral
Gender:	Male
Age:	N/A
Race:	Forsaken
Character Class:	Death Knight
Occupation	Knight of the Ebon Blade
Spoken Languages	Orcish Gutterspeak Common
Status:	Undead

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 under Roulaf. 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, his still childish features could bring a smile to his masters face anytime, Skeler surely was a wonderful student for Roulaf. Although a few years later the plague struct Lordaeron. Skeler served well in aiding the sick, although his ability as still only an apprentice wasn't enough to cleanse their bodies, he was terrified, saught aid with his master, the paladin Roulaf felt his teachings fail his young student, for even -he- could not cure them in Andorhal. They did what they had to under Prince Arthas, however the massive invasion of undeads was too many for them to handle and Skeler was struckt down moments before Uther the Lightbringer came. Roulaf was torn to see his apprentice fall, but nevertheless ventured on, carrying the broken body of the young Damoore son to his grave...

Reanimation

He woke up again though, woke up to a world, blighted...He remembered nothing. Looking down upon himself, seeing his once muscular body, now torn, his very bones could be spotted some places, his mind razed, trying to figure out where and how he had ended here, and why, WHY he was dead, but still able to stand. He came out of the crypt, passing many other corpses, surely they hadn't thought of this as an easy place to rest for the dead... it was like a mass grave. He was appointed some armour and a sword, then sent off into the night of Tirisfal.

He saught his past, remembered slowly the roads, like he had seen them before. One in particular caught his attention, one he remembered clearly, his road home. He found his home, the whole manor lying in ruins, and all of his family lying in their graves, two were still open though, he looked over the tombstones to read the names. He remembered them now, fade, but he did, although he would not have felt anything, Skeler found hatred to comfort him, he wanted revenge for what had happened... He wanted the Scourge dead, their master, this Lich King... Dead! After a few years of service to the Banshee Queen in the Forsaken regions, ignoring the call to the Outlands, he found himself aiding the Argent Dawn in the Plaguelands. Although after a year, Skeler found himself standing almost defense less, his abilities in the light had faden when he died, in the night, standing beside his brothers in arms, serving the same cause as his, they all felt it, the sting of a blade, after seeing them fall, Skeler passed into the black again, regretting nothing, for now he could rest.

Death Knight

He woke up on Archerus The Ebon Hold, His mind twitching, then focussed on serving the Lich King, although countless slaughter with other Death Knights, seeing the Scarlet Crusade getting torn apart, Skeler rejoiced and feasted on their remains his unholy mind fixed on destroying all who would oppose him. The continuing attacks brought the Scarlet Crusade to a retreat and it was time to strike elsewhere, Skeler found himself struggling in the end to fight his control, he had been a Death Knight for merely a few days and now attacking the Lights Hope Chapel. Though the fight at Lights Hope Chapel made him win, and after Tirion Fordring struckt the Lich King with the Ashbringer, Skeler saw the setup, under High Lord Mograine's command he aided in reclaiming Archerus... He ventured to the cold north, determined on his mission, to destroy the Scourge. He travelled through the Howling Fjord, finding himself aiding the Banshee Queen once again, by every undead face he saw, he started to remember his former service to her. He pushed forward, through the ranks of Vrykul, through undeads, every Scourge unit on his way would die... In the cold snow of Dragonblight, he wandered the cold plains until he reached the Agmar's Hammer. There he joined forces with High Executor Claireriel Thelanorei, in the Fist of Vengeance, and subgroup under the Hand of Vengeance. Although the High Executor suddently went missing, he held responsability of the Fist, not a task he was happy with. The other Horde forces had joined the Northrend campaign. Joining the War Council earlier had proven useful, and Skeler had the advantage of powerful allies. The Campaign was successful in the end, and most forces ventured home, having done their part to the invasion of Northrend, Skeler however stayed in the cold north, his mind was determined to breach into the Citadel of Icecrown, he would see the end of the Lich King.

The Breaching of the Citadel Door

Within the first lines he stood, along with many others, many who came for the same goal, they all fought for their freedom. The invasion had begun, the forces pushed on, Skeler rushing onward, but his powers were met with equal size, and he was almost torn apart before his oponent was struckt down by a paladin, who despite the invasion, carried the broken death knight back, back where he could heal. And heal he did. He felt the satisfaction when the news rang through the Citadel, the Lich King had falled, after long invasion, with many dead, he had finally fallen, Skeler's mission was completed, his goal was finished, his torment ended. He ventured back, back to his Queen to once more "serve" Sylvanas Windrunner. Although he was met by the High Executor Mailann Shadowwalker, and eventually joined forces with him, in what is know as "Shadows of Lordaeron".

The Path to Redemption (recent events)

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...

The search for a lost man

Skeler had spend alot of the day running through the registry of Tarren Mill and the Sepulcher, but neither of them had he found the name of the man he sought... "Maybe he wasn't dead" he whispered to himself... Skeler felt deserted, for the first time in almost a year had he felt deserted. He had no idea if this man was had been reincarnated, if he was even dead. He shook his head, leaving his charger out of the sepulcher and towards Brill, his hood pulled down, the petty remains of hair tied back into a tail. His undead charger taking long strides, empowered by its master got him to Brill before the sun had set. Although Tirisfal was always dark. He swung down from his charger, leaving the undead horse by the trees near the inn, one of his only faithful minions, but he was glad that the charger had submitted under him... or was he? He couldn't understand, he appriciated his minions, but he had never done so, "am I getting soft" he whispered, suddently spotting a familiar man, sitting in the middle of the streets in Brill... Not sure how to approach he just stared, like he usually did, the man not understanding asked why. Skeler knew where he recognised him from, the man had come to Skeler before, had come hiding behind him... He merely shook his head before asking if the Deathstalker was still hunting the man. The robed forsaken almost paniced when he was reminded of that day, and after a short but tedious conversation for the impatient Death Knight, Skeler turned towards the townhall in Brill, where he started to search the archive for any registration, looking up in the name register, Skeler found no names he was seeking, but his work was interrupted by a yell from the forsaken he had left outside. It was an insulting yell, a yell to Skeler of his weakness, for not many had fallen twice to the Lich King. Skeler ran out of the townhall and approached the forsaken who sat down on the street, reading a book in the chilling Tirisfal rain. "What was... that?!" - Skeler asked, his cold stare fixed on the forsaken man who returned with a grin "You are weak, nothing more than a pawn, a simple wea-.." He was interrupted by a plated boot slamming down, almost crushing the book, the man managing a shriek of terror before he was pulled up in his robes, his eyes meeting the cold stare of Skeler. "I don't know how much you've done against the Scourge, but I would hardly believe that you've done more than I. You have no idea of what sacrifice I've made!" Skeler thrusted the forsaken to the ground,

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

Undead