To Whom it may concern, my name is Strakoth Unansis. Recently liberated from my soulless puppet masters clutches... And before your mind forms the question, the answer is yes. I once called the Lich King my master, but no longer. I have sought your out not by mere chance. During my long cold exile from the depths of my humanity, arriving back to the realm of men I have come to realise that I require others and a community to tackle the new frontiers. I have also grown tired of wandering and fighting alone.
I suppose the only way to show my sincerity is to tell you a little bit about myself and how I fell from grace to become what I am now.
It is difficult to talk about ones failings, but fail I did. I failed as a man. In my previous life I was a washed up wretched excuse for a solider, drunken brawls would lead me to the cells or to the frequent use of the lash as a course in my commanders pursuit of my correction. Therefore, the surprise and shock was well justified by my commanding officer when I was ready, sober and willing to stand in both defiance and in defence of Lorderon. Myself and my comrades shouted in our boldness, we vowed that none of the dead would set foot in our city while at least one of us lived. Needless to say we failed, the scourge swept us aside like leaves in the wind. Lying there broken, and as we all begged for death's cold embrace, we were denied. Forced to march and fight in the name of a new King and for the scourge.
After the battle, the smouldering ruins became almost our new home. Yet our ordeal was not over. For some man's cruel amusement, me and my comrades were pitted against each other. One sword was thrown into the crowd by a means of sport. I don't know if it was luck or sheer strength of will, but I reached the blade first. I wretched it from the ground, and either through fear or want to survive at any cost....... I cut down my remaining friends.
I was now well and truly a servant to the King. Rising through the ranks is easy when you no longer have to look at yourself in the mirror. Or when no one else cares what you have become....
But, now I am free. Once again able to decide what path I take and able to shape my own future. I seek a group that can look past what I was forced to become, and see what I am now, and what I can be.
I await your response.
Signed: Strakoth Unansis
[OOC]
Name - Stuart
Location - UK
Age - 28