Originally Posted by
Zawkon
around the time of Arthas' betrayal I was but a babe at the breast of thine mother. The mad prince eviscerated her and stole me from her blood-slick hands. He raised me under his dark command, using unholy magic to enhance my aging speed tenthfold. He had me train under the instruction of his battle-masters and lieutenants. As the years passed I became more dead than alive; a long, arduous process that flayed my mind 'til not a shred of humanity was left within.
After a time I became a harbinger of his shadow. I was a foul scourge used as an instrument of murder and butchery when he granted me blessing from his cache of defilement and raised me to the status of "Death Knight". Not long after my ascension was I in the position to break free and end his cold, iron grip. The Battle of Light's Hope Chapel saw my brothers and I rise victorious and pledge ourselves to our respective factions.
I am Edaron, Death Knight of the Alliance.