The old Scourge war hero. (Open for reply.)

[Lokistrazsza]

((I don't write very often, so this might suck, and some of the lore might be a little off. I can always edit it later.))

Name: Sir Lokimar the Cold

Race: Reanimated Sin`Dorei

Class: Death Knight, although he claims to have been a Paladin in his previous life.

Current Home: Acherus, the Ebon Hold. However, a Troll comrade once asked him where he hailed
from and Lokimar would not answer, but merely glanced for a second to the skies in eastern
Dragonblight.

Age: His age is unknown as a Sin'Dorei. He is very old by Scourge standards. Unlike most modern
Death Knights, Lokimar served the true Lich King, Ner'zhul, not Arthas.

Brief Physical Description: 6'2", long black hair, although it's starting to show some gray. The
only time he's ever seen without full plate armor and a helmet that obscures his face on is when
he's in the presence of Lady Nyx, or in his living quarters near the Hall of Judgement.

Brief Personality Description: To put it bluntly, most think he's a sadist and an asshole. While
he did leave the Scourge with Darion Mograine and the rest of the Knights of the Ebon Blade, he
shows many characteristics of the Scourge.

Goals and motivators: He has his own agenda when it comes to dealing with the Scourge. The
primary reason he allied himself with the Horde is not because he seeks to destroy the Scourge,
just Arthas Menethil, Anub'Arak and the Lich, Kel'Thuzad who he holds personally responsible for
Arthas' rise to the Frozen Throne. (("I've got your thermostat right here!")) If Ner'zhul was
still in charge of things, it is quite possible that Lokimar may have never left the Scourge at
all.

History:
The last thing Lokimar remembers prior to being reanimated was battling the undead in the streets
of Stratholme in a glamour to make him appear human. As he raised his sword to block a strike
from the Dread Lord Mal'Ganis a sword was driven into his back and out his chest. Lokimar awoke
chained to a wall. It was at this point that a voice echoed in his head "You need not fear for
your life, you are already dead.." The voice trailed as a runeblade cut through the chains and
was then swung at Lokimar's neck. He ducked the attack and kicked the Death Knight Initiate in
the chest, knocking him on his back.

Lokimar trained in the ways of the Death Knight and ended up becoming very adept at his frost
talents. He fought many battles against Alliance and Horde alike and never lost. After several
years leading younger Death Knights into battle he was approached by the Highlord and told that he
was being transferred from Naxxramas to Acherus to train new "recruits", effective immediately.

He was ruthless in the training of new initiates. He immediately executed any that didn't make the
cut and fed their remains to the ghouls.
One day as he was explaining the use of Howling Blast to distract enemies from attacking comrades
with weaker armor. Baron Rivendare rode up to him and shouted "Reinforcements are needed at
Light's Hope. We need you and your students there, NOW!" The battle raged for hours. A victory
was guaranteed for the Scourge. But something strange was happening, and the champions of the
Light were winning. As the battle ceased the Lich King made his appearance, and promptly betrayed
his own people, and not for the first time either. Lokimar'd had enough. He mounted his
deathcharger and rode for Lordaeron. When he arrived several days later, the Forsaken merely
ignored him for the most part.

After spending several days in Brill Lokimar was in very low spirits. He was washed up, and no
longer had any battles left to fight. He overheard a couple of passing Deathguards speaking of
the Horde Warchief, and his plans to oppose the Scourge onslaught in Northrend. Lokimar knew he
had to find a way to Durotar, to speak with Thrall, and perhaps become a champion of the Horde.

He spent all the gold he had left bribing a goblin to allow him to stow away on his airship. A
few days later, he arrived in Orgrimmar and spoke to the Warchief. The son of Durotan didn't
trust him as far as he could throw him, but he gave him a chance.

As Lokimar was leaving Orgrimmar to report to the front lines, he was attacked by a large group of
Dwarves, Night Elves and Humans, who were referring to themselves as some sort of Merciless Mafia,
or some such gibberish. After losing the battle, he awoke and saw a Troll priest standing over
him with a perplexed look on his face. "Ello dere! I be Revah. Dose otha pink skins nearly did
joo in mon." Lokimar thanked the priest for healing his wounds and the two of them traveled to
Northrend together. Along the way Revah spoke of Lady Nyx, and of those who served her.

Lokimar was intrigued...