Neristhanalas "Neri" (Dead)

Gender - Female
Race - Half-elf
Class - Warlock (MC Wizard)
Paragon Path - Blood Mage
Alignment - Good

Background - I still remember that day...I was only twelve. Our family lived in the mountainous region known as Spinerock.It wasn't a big town but I lived a happy youth there.

Atleast...for a while, and found myself capable of a few measly cantrips to pass the time.We regularly had to deal with orcish attacks, usually a band of mindless pillagers looking for an easy target. They'd see the stone walls and leave again.

But this was different...we..hardly knew what hit us till there were boulders flying, orcs pillaging. Amidst this chaos, our family stayed indoors whilst my father was out fighting and by all likelyhood allready dead.

Orcs burst through the door, sending splinters flying and grabbed my mother and sisters by the neck. I...don't remember exactly...I think I was pinned down or something. The next few minutes were a haze...I hardly remember anything but the feeling of pure anger inside my heart and it...somehow...strenghtening me.

Like I said, I don't remember what happened, but when I got back to my senses...there was nobody left breathing in that room and my hands were a bloody mess.I know now that I sold my soul that night...there's nothing I can do to undo that.

I'm afraid of what lies before me. I'm afraid of what will happen to me. I'm afraid of what will happen to those around me if I can't contain this. I'm...not sure I'd want to know. But I do know that I don't have a choice. I'll take this curse and bear it with grim determination. I'm Neristhanalas and I'm...a warlock.

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1st Death - Killed by Duergars in the Horned Hold - Resurrected

2nd Death - Killed by a Drow Blademaster while retaking the occupied town of Shineglade - Resurrected
3rd Death - Crushed by an Undead Hook Horror, and ripped apart by a Vrock Demon in Phaervorul, a dark elves' enclave.