Hello peoples,looks like I'm not dead

Well as some of you may have noticed, if you're reading this, me and a few mates went down to Hobart a few weeks back to attend the Tas SciFi convention down in hobart (pics an commentary here [link]), we had a blast and met many interesting new people, one being the amazing and the equally talented *waves* who were willing to sit an chat with me an my buddy Wilco for quite a while in between drawing commissions, my only regret is I did not get more of their work while i was there, and that I did not have my camera when Dalek Sec started playing guitar

I've been playing a fair bit of Left 4 Dead, being a not so closet horror fan I was always slightly disappointed with most zombie shooters, and L4D has filled that hole left by Dead Rising to become one of my fave games, get it, its a blast

Now my buddy Wilco and a bunch of his mates are making a WoW based tabletop RPG, I've been invited to play so I've created Sven Ghoulshot, let me tell you bout him...

Sven Monetla escaped the grasp of the scourge at the time of Arthus's waning powers, having been one of the countless victem's of Kel'Thuzad's plague in the early days of the scourge's incusion into the world of Azeroth he was unusual in the fact that unlike most of the unfortunate souls who fell into service of the legion, retained most of his origional memories from before his undeath.
Upon his emancipation from the binding will of the scourge, he returned to the village he and his family had inhabited before the plague took him, deep within Silverpine, only to find his home sacked, burn't, and crawling with the still living corpses of his friends and family, including that of his wife and son, horribly decomposed and reduced to mere shambling dead, he took his bow and sanitised the place he once called home, laying his family to rest in the earth.
Strangely aware of his own apathy and unattachment towards living and dead alike, he wandered, disillusioned avoiding all settlements, making camp where neccassary, using his skill with the bow, dagger and the frightening new skills manifesting inside his unliving body to fend off wildlife and the occaisional traveller wishing to prove himself or herself.
One day whilst skirting a horde town, he was set upom by a group Orcish thugs believing him to be, at worst, a Scourge spy, at best a filthy Undead, with nowhere to go he fought bravely eventually being saved by an Orc mercenary who'd overheard the scuffle, and had come, though not entirely enthusiastically, to Sven's aid.
upon the dispatch of the thugs Sven offered to travel and work with the merc in an attempt to repay the kindness and uphold his honor, which the Orc accepted.

This is a Lie... but a well thought out one.

Sven broke free of the scourges influence with the help of Sylvanas Windrunner and her compatriots as part of the strike force designed to kill Arthus and his diminished entourage of ghouls and bodyguards.
during the surprise attack he personally felled more ghouls than any of his Forsaken compatriots, earning him the nickname Ghoulshot, which adopted as his second title having long ago forgotten his family name.
His exploits gained him the recognition of the Lady Sylvanas herself, who saw his potential as a possible spy and private operative and had him trained in the arts of the rangers, becoming one of the first non elf Dark Rangers and a relative hand of the Dark Lady, travelling where her interest sparks.

Currently he is travelling with an Orcish Merc who he dupe'd into 'rescuing' him, the thugs paid to put on a show.
Coincidentally, all of said thugs were never heard of again but the wildlife could often be seen lounging and belching about a particular thicket for nearly a week after the duo's departure.
At the moment the pair are working for a local crime boss, recovering an ancient relic uncovered by a Dwarven archeologist by the name of Coppertongue, a relic that Sven's dark masters have taken an interest in, unfortunately the fool had the nerve to get himself kidnapped by parties unknown before he could divulge the location of the relic proper.

Sven is about 5'9'', with glowing pits for eyes and grey, slowly decomposing skin as is a trait of most undead, sarcastic and more than a little sinister when nobodies paying attention he normally plays the part of the open faced honor man well, but has a tendancy to be a little vicious when annoyed.
The orc has taken to calling him Ghoul, this, being oddly close to his real name, amuses sven.
Due to an unfortunat incident, involving a bear and some ambition, Sven is also missing his nose revealing the skull beneath, this is a source of irritation for sven who will often cut off the noses of fallen enemies to "try them on", much to the disgust of his companions...