I will write a more complex biography this time
The chill of death...
That's what defines me. I am a mage. An arcanist, who seeks immense knowledge, and starving for power...
My name was something else, sounding like a human thing. Now I use the name "Khalinan" I have no surname; I lost it long time ago; even if I remember it, I won't use it now, as carrying a human title is an alien thing.
My "living" life is so distant, that I only remember pictures on my mind.
I see a shiny citadel with magic and other wonders : Dalaran. That's where I lived, once...
And another memory; this one is too blurry yet I remember it : A powerful human kingdom; guarded by Light worshippers. "Lordearon". Maybe I lived there too...? As a mage perhaps. Or an advisor.
Then I see something else. This one is more familiar to me. Death, cries, hopelessness... etc. : "The Plague".
Then the memory suddenly fades away...
I woke up in a grave... My body was covered with dust and ashes. I was dead...
And a feeling came to me as I try get used to my "unlife". A power running in my empty veins. A darkened energy, which gives me great power : "The Shadow"...
I realised I could still use the Magi, my mind was cleared, and I was more powerful then ever.
I had finally broken free of all the illusions.