I'm from Poland, i play wow about three months, usually at 18-22 (+1 GTM). I played in rp games before but my weak english is main reason that i don't rp on wow. I hope that not disqualify my application.
Few words about Hemdall's history.
Life - i hate life, many times i wanted die but i'm still alive. Truly i'm a dead, my body is live but my soul died years ago. I almost don't remember my childhood, i don't remember ever hungry orphans which i was. I don't remember or i never knew where i was born, i don't remember names of my parents. Someday i was appear in between other orphans like there i was ever. I grow up in Stormwind, i had nothing but i was happy, oh why i can't be happy now. I can't remember many things but i very good remember moment when i die for that world. I was then young squire with prospect to be paladin someday. I serve well my lord, i was loyalty and faithful and i asked only small reward for it, i asked my lord for hand of his daughter. I still remember his derisory laugh, he throw me out from his castle. I should die then...but i didn't lost hope, I was sure that Bronwyn loves me too. Ah, i was so stupid. She betrayed me, she betrayed our love. I still remember cold, wet dungeons - i spent there few years. I should die! I prayed for it every night but my body doesn't want die. But my soul, dark dungeons isn't good place for soul which loving Light, each day i losing piece of my lighty soul and someday....warden which feeding me found my body. People says that isn't possible to live without soul, i (i should write - my body) lie on the floor. Warden thought that i'm die, but he didn't bury me. He dropped my body into castle's garbage. I had strange vision when last piece of my soul was die. I went between Light and Shadows, demons walk with my, my trusty servant. In the fog i saw beautiful succub, her demonic beauty was stupefy. I give her name, name of traitor: Bronwyn. Strange power of Shadow fill my body, fill place where was my soul before. Warlock woke up...he was me and he wasn't me. I loved Light and Light hurt me, i hated Darkness and Darkness safe me. I don't love Light like before, but still don't love Darkness. I hanging between them in the Shadows, here is my place, place of pariah. Now my master is Death, i'm his servant and if i will serve Him well i'll receive my reward - my body will die like my soul years before. My Lord is always close to me, i see Him i scared eyes of my enemies, i hear His laugh in agonizing yells my victims. I'm Death Bringer and i'm proud for it.