Karkon

"In his first life, he had been a soldier. He had been bred and raised to fight, to kill for his betters, for a cause he neither remembered nor cared about. He had been a casualty, a nameless corpse tossed in a mass grave with a thousand others. In his second, he had been a tool, a mindless drone among millions, urged onward by the whims of a false god. He had been discarded and left to rot amongst a thousand corpses, barely more than a corpse himself. In both, he had amounted to nothing.Few in this world are given second chances. Fewer still are given third chances. This time, he would not be a casualty. He would not be a tool. He would go to climb the ranks of the undead nation, make a name for himself, carve his own path. He would find allies worthy of his trust and respect, allies whose loyalty stretched further than the lash of his whip. He would be the one to lead, to decide his own fate and that of others. And any who would stand in his way would be cut down.
Thus did Karkon's third life begin."