Hello, my name is Riddarn.

I'm 24 years old and originate from the lush forests of Northshire Abbey. I never got to experience my childhood; phazed in to existence in front of a soldier, ready to join the battle. Right at the start of my existence I could feel the urge to kill. An apprentice guard just had to tell me about those vermins in the back yard and I viciously killed them with my fire magic and blasted their ears off. Somehow i feel that killing is all I'm good at, I've never had a girl friend and my friend list is empty. Was kissed by a succubus once but were soon lured in to her grasp and killed by her master. Why do I always die? Is it becouse I'm bald? And why do the females dislike me? I have a nice body and my wand is long and bright. I see them taurens getting it on with the blood elf chicks and taurens look like the supressed citizens of the agroculture society. I can conjure dinner and can easily light candles. But yet all I want to do is kill. I even take pleasure in killing squirrles, does that make me insane?

I continued my never devoloping existence with ... killing som more. I did help a little girl find her jewelry once, though. But after I had helped her I slaped her brother and went on to kill some orcs. But the little things count to, don't they? I don't really know where my life is heading at this point, found a gray hair in my eyebrow the other day. It made me think of past times when I used to drink beer with dwarves and kill things. I gave up the beer a long time ago, but I'm still like Dexter without any witty lines.

Though, if there is something that I've learned during my existence it's that it's much more fun to bathe in blood if you are twenty five people doing it together. As long as it's not our own blood.

That line literally made me lol