Alaric Mortain

You died. Your entire village was completely wiped out and slaughtered, including you. Stabbed right through the heart. Then you woke up. But you weren't really yourself. Even though you were conscious, it still felt like you were dead. You had no pulse, your skin was a pale grey, and the wound was still there from where you were stabbed. You had no purpose anymore. After all, everyone you ever knew was dead. You even tried "killing" yourself… again(?) to see if you could die, but no. You were just a wandering soul with no purpose. Then you heard a rumour. A rumour of an outcasted necromancer who controlled the dead. "Controls the dead?" you thought. "Then… maybe he could give me a purpose!" From then on, you've been seeking this necromancer. Finally, you found him. A tall man in his late 20s or early 30s. He was alone, but… not really alone. In less than a second, he summoned thousands of dead and controlled them with ease. That's when you knew he was the one…