Name: Kell Hollander
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Race: Undead
Appearance: 
Personality:Kell can be a little bit dry to start. It could be said that any sense of humor or warmth of personality died with him. Outwardly he has a wicked tempter but deep down might linger some small spark of his former camaraderie. Kell was once that charismatic leader that inspired stories as mush as they inspired those that followed them. He was brave, ambitious and compassionate. Every man under him was like family.
Skills: Kell is and always has been a brutal melee fighter. He has never bothered with artful one hit kills but instead is content with taking any small opening to inflict even a small amount of damage. He is more reckless now, risking his own body for these chances.
Abilities: Once, in his prime, metals flowed like water under his touch. Blades he wielded were keener than a surgeons scalpel, he could walk seamlessly through steel barricades and bullets splashed off of him like rain. The curse of being undead has robbed him of some of that supreme control. The metal he shapes comes out lumpy and uneven. Things take longer than they used to and he lacks the ability to add fine details.
Now he is undead, a walking corpse with his mind intact. In exchange for robbing a portion of his power the curse lets him recover slowly from damage as well as ordinary wear and tear. Without having to worry about damage to his own body he can move faster and hit harder than before without tiring.
Equipment: Mishapen Blades - A pair of swords and a long knife made entirely from steel. They posess an absurd weight but are otherwise ordinary in every way.
Brief History:From the start of Atoran Yelns tyranny Kell had been a fighter putting his every effort against it. Before then he was simply an ambitious young man waiting for a cause. When it came he threw every ounce of effort into it, soon becomming a vaunted leader. At the height of the empire he fled to Laake, cross training with their elite forces to give both he and them an edge in the war.
As was maybe inevitable, one of his daring missions failed with the loss of every person involved. It was a trap of course, a target cunningly set to be too appealing to pass up. He was captured, identified as a former citizen and dissenter, and sentenced to be executed. His eventual fate was worse.
Kell was put under the purview of the necromancer Valence Dane. Through he power he was tortured and held on the brink of death. The Yeln army began to call him 'Scarecrow', after the days he spent hanging crucified, taken down and healed before being out up again. After an eternity he was allowed to die, but for just a moment. The former fighter was brought back as an undead weapon under the thrall of the necromancer. Kell fought against his former allies up until the very end of the war.
During the final battle he was separated from he side during a massive exchange of destructive power. Kell fell into a catatonic state, was gathered up as just another casualty of battle, and interred in a mass grave with the rest of the empires dead. Months later he clawed his way to the surface, moving under his own will for the first time in years. Now he has only thoughts of revenge on his mind.
