Delvos

A tall, skeletal figure clad in tattered armor, The Death March has hollow eye sockets that glow with an eerie light. Their once-mighty sword is now a rusted blade, and their presence is accompanied by a chilling aura. They wear a tattered cloak that billows like smoke, and their skeletal hands are adorned with remnants of their past life, such as a faded insignia of their village.

Haunted by their past, The Death March is driven by a relentless desire for redemption. They are stoic and brooding, often reflecting on their former life while grappling with the horrors of their current existence. Despite their tragic fate, they maintain a sense of honor and will protect the innocent, even if it means sacrificing their own chance at peace.

Once a proud warrior, The Death March was a champion of their village, known for their unmatched skill in battle. However, during a fateful confrontation with a powerful sorcerer, they were cursed to wander the world as an undead entity after taking their own life in a moment of despair. Now, they roam the land, compelled to slay foes and raise their corpses as minions to sustain their lich-like existence, forever seeking to prove their mastery in battle and reclaim their lost honor.