Ebon Crusader Koriandr Zhora
||World peace; it's a work in progress. |
||Early thirties. |
Koriandr Zhora sports quite ordinary features, but for the icy blue sheen of undeath of his once gray eyes and the pale, ashen hue of his skin. His black hair and beard are neatly groomed and he seems to prefer a certain level of neatness around his person. However non-threatening his stance may be at the moment, though, a dead man is always alone, even in a crowd.
A small, gleaming spark around his neck may, on closer observation, be revealed to be a tiny glass fang on a thin chain, with a single ruby spark inside.
Koriandr served with Prince Arthas since shortly after his murderous return to Lordaeron and assassination of his father, the king, right up to the second battle for Light's Hope Chapel. Not a man of great personal ambition, Koriandr never drew a lot of attention to himself but simply went about his duties as a knight of the Scourge dispassionately and brutally. His service to the Lich King was cut short when he ran face first into Tirion Fordring's fist at the Chapel and woke up later on to find that the Knights of the Ebon Blade had changed their allegiance. Ever bound to duty he accepted Highlord Mograine's decision without question and was later sent to join the Alliance forces working with the Argent Crusade.
OOC: Yes, I have been made aware that my name sounds like a spice, or a DC Comics heroine. All resemblance is as accidental as it is unfortunate.
||More than you'd think, less than you'd wish for. |
||Adopted niece: EllaRose. |
|Opposite faction attitude
||Remnants of the Scarlet Crusade, rampaging murderous death knights, and the written word. |
||To find what he lost. |
||"What did I -do- to Mograine to deserve this?" |