- Name: Axsillian Taliter
- Race: Undead
- Gender: Male
- Age: Unknown for sure, believed to be in his early thirties while alive.
- Class: Warrior
- Occupation: Former blacksmith turned soldier of the Forsaken
- Languages: Gutterspeak/Orc/Troll/Tauren
- Alignment: Neutral Evil
While alive, Axsillian was a somewhat handsome man. Undeath, however, has not been kind to his once ruggedly handsome looks. His long dark hair has faded to almost a gray, and hangs loosely from his badly rotted skull in thick clumps. His once athletic body is nothing more than small patches of flesh hanging from his exposed bones.
Every bit the soldier, Axsillian is obedient and loyal to the forsaken. He hides a secret rage, however, against all living beings...even his own allies from Kalimdor. He also aspires to lead his own army against the Alliance one day, an army of the Forsaken in a glorious assault on the Human city of Stormwind.
Being a blacksmith in his former life, he still maintains his love for the fires of the forges. He has become increasingly fascinated, however, by the art of Enchantment.
The first to charge in, he cares not for his own well being...only wishing to see the destruction of his enemies. He also does everything in his power to throw himself between his allies and the enemy, more so with his undead bretheren than his allies whose hearts still beat within their chests.
Phobias and Weaknesses:Edit
He fears the woman who stole his heart while he was alive...and who would probably run through it with a blade if she saw him in his current state.
His mini-diablo that has been his minion since his reawakening. It would appear that someone believes Axsillian is destined for something, and the mini-diablo is here to make sure he stays on the path.
Axsillian was murdered by Arthas during the destruction of Stratholme. A loyal subject of the kingdom, Axsillian spent his days before his death supplying the armies with weapons and armor. Once an impressive blacksmith, his skill with the hammer and forge was talked about throughout the lands of the Eastern Kingdom. His long time love, Adineth, was spared in the massacre of Stratholme and is rumored to still live near Stormwind. Cursed to the undeath, Axsillian has grown bitter and almost heartless...he himself would say "What good is a heart, if mine has stopped beating?". He spends his days secretly longing for one chance...just one more chance...to lie with Adineth, just one more time under the star lit sky.