Kingshadowskull, 28

It hath been many moons since I've risen from my grave. I was a mere king, that died too young. When I hath rose from mine grave, I dawned the obsidian crown of the dead. As the moonlight shined upon my grave, a staff fell from the heavens and into mine hands. With this, I noticed that mine hands were not covered in flesh, neigh, they were nothing but bare bones. Unto the staff I set a gaze, the staff had a unique diamond carved skull, with ruby encrusted eyes. If I hath known the power of thy staff I would hath tossed it aside. Nigh, 'twas too late. The staff had chosen thy master, and it hath chosen me. Upon tapping the staff unto the ground, the rest of thy royal graveyard shook. An army of undead subjects of mine past life, arose from their graves before bowing down to thine king.

For centuries I hath been in search of a fair maiden to join me in undeath. A maiden that I may take as mine Queen, mine queen of the undead. If thou would havist me, thy would havith my upmost loyalty.