|OOC Game Stats|
|Age||157 ("died" at 150)|
|Skin||Wrinkled and mangy|
Uncle Mort has been a rotten old bastard since day one. At 15 years of age he murdered his mother because "that rotton old cow has got on me tits for the last time!" He then chopped her up and served bits of her in a poisoned stew to the rest of his family, telling them that their mother had "taken ill" so he had prepared dinner for everyone.
Mort is not so much "evil" as mean spirited. He won't go out of his way to be nasty, he has no aspirations for ruling Azeroth, nor does he feel he holds any allegiance to the Horde. In his mind this is simply a way to pass the time: Doing rotten things simply to see what might happen. If he feels slighted or mistreated, then the logical conclusion is that they must die.
Undeath hasn't changed Uncle Mort very much, aside from forcing him to be at times a healer when he would much rather be melting a face here and there. When he awoke from the grip of the Lich King, his mind and manner hadn't changed at all, aside from the distinct lack of breathing.
Stories of MortEdit
(sorry about buggering up the format... I'm still getting the hang of the Wiki)
Reposted from the ER forums, and edited to remove poor spelling and a variety of other mistakes I'd found.