Sterben

Information

Player: dannyhero

Character Full Name: Sterben Steelcrest

Character In-Game Name: Sterben

Nickname(s): The Breathless

Association(s): Undercity, Forsaken, Eternal Unrest

Race: Undead

Class: Warrior

Age: 46

Sex: Male

Hair: Bald

Eyes: Hollow

Weight: 190 lbs., around 230 lbs w/ armor

Height: 5' 10" Hunched

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Appearance

Finely crafted black plate armor, ornate with bone trim, and red highlights, it's covered with skull designs and the like.

Personality

Sterben is quite simply a sociopath, Sterben has warped his understanding of the world, impermanence, he sees people as corpses already walking, so doesn't find their existence consequence, often willing to go to any lengths to upload the letter of the law similar to his actions in life as a Lordaeron Footmen. While he abhors chaos, he views any action to keep order necessary, and welcome.

He treats other Forsaken as brothers, sharing the pain of undeath, betrayal of their prince, destruction of their country... all that horrid chaos. He treats them with a false respect like most other mortals, again, the letter of the law and upholding it more important then their lives, of course, he can recognize a valuable asset, and will make sacrifices to keep such a unique thing in working condition.

He often treats Blood Elves with the same courtesy as his former Lordaeronian Patriots, they having suffered at Arthas's hands as well, the crushing of their nation and the same disorder... cursed disorder. Well! Sterben as well enjoys the sounds of the piano and dark poetry. Sterben seems to lack most emotion, his eyes observing quietly and giving orders most of the time. He's like a stalwart guardian! A vigilant statue! He also hates odd numbers and lack of symmetry.

History

Born and raised in the big city of Lordaeron's capital, his family living in a higher middle-class, coming from a breed of knights and guardsmen, who's pasts were dedicated to serving and protecting the king, and Lordaeron, humanity. His father taught him sword play and military tactics, his mother was teaching etiquette and literature to the young boy, he came from a relative privilege with the notion order differed men from savages, so he grew attempting to make all points of his appearance and manner orderly, order, order, order. He didn't have any story book romances from birth, or close friends, most of his time and effort was devoted to study and excellence of character, and physical prowess. He was growing, and at the time was his father's squire, but with the coming of Lothar and the refugees from Stormwind, he was soon allowed his own armor and horse, his father seeing him ready, and the orcish Horde a good chance to have his son prove his worth.

Sterben fought bravely, along side his father, and country men, always sure to stick to the Alliance codes of combat, to be knightly and proper in every way. Sterben and the Alliance, Dwarves, Men, Elves, all fighting back the tide of darkness, from Dwarvern Lands, all the way back to the Dark Portal, while the few brave souls fought the orcs even past the portal as it exploded, leaving them behind, the others celebrated, and remembered their sacrifice and that of the others who died in the war, Sterben's father included, Sterben among them, returning home to Lordaeron to stay a knight in the king's army, and continue to rally the remaining orcs into the internment camps. Sterben, his father died, inherited the family mantle, and ran it efficiently and of course, orderly, the finances in check, the gardens neatly trimmed... he liked it... it was so neat and beautiful.

But as time would have it with the cruel winds of change, the talk of a disease in the Northern villages... a disease that was causing the dead to rise...action was taken swift and Sterben moved with the Prince to investigate this after quelling the Blackrock's activity harassing the small towns. Sterben thought it was foolishness... the dead walking? From a sickness... but he was soon gravely brought to the reality of the situation, women... children... even the forest was falling to this plague, stronger then any nation... soon it even took him.

The Prince's great downfall, the purging of Stratholme is where Sterben met his fate, he was over taken by zombified villagers, the group managed to push him back into a well, where he drowned soon, sinking in the plate armor... only when he was returned as an undead did he open his eyes to see the several zombified corpses of the villages who pushed him down wading about him, he somehow clawed his way to the top of the well, likely just the voice of the Lich King, tugging on his mind, driving him... and undead muscles feel no ache from use, they do not tire or loss their grip, when he managed to free himself, he marauded across the land with the Hordes of undead, terrorizing the shattered remains on the once proud Lordaeron Country.

He saw the chaos... the flame of disorder swallowed his once shimmering homeland, but as he felt the Lich King's grip on his mind loosen, he wandered the broken villages and observed the tatters of the land, wept and on his way to the capital city, he found a group of Forsaken.. already carrying the banner of the Dark Lady, they told him of what had happened, and soon he followed them and began work to secure the foothold of the undead, who had gained their minds. As the years went on, and the Undercity was built, Sterben decided... he could not provide order for Lordaeron's new status as a simple guardsmen, of soldier... he would need to lead, take up the mantle.

Sterben established an organization, that would never sleep, never eat, it did not require honor or gold for it's service, it was a force of nature, one purpose, one reason. Order, it's iron gauntlet would smash in the horrid visage of chaos... forever. He and his specially trained unit of apothecaries, warriors, assassins... they stood for the justice of the grave, always, vigilant... eternally unresting for their cause.