"See my coat of crimson armour? It is strengthened by thine blood and fear."

Walach Harkon, a man with the experience of war and the battlefield on his belt hoped he could spend the rest of his life peacefully as commander of the guard in a quiet harbor town in his home country after having personally slaughtered many men at the hand of his axe earning him many respectable awards as well as grim titles.

That peacefull life quickly ended as the village he was assigned to protect was raided by a vampire and his band of undead. Seeing as it was a town far away from any real danger no one saw this attack comming leaving many to be slaughtered in the middle of the night before they even realized what was going on. Only Harkon, the old soldier seemed to be able to make a stand chopping down undead left and right holding off as many as he could before even he was overwelmd by the undead and was struck down by multiple cruel blows.

Curious as to who could have possibly put up such resistance in a small town like this the vampire decided to inspect the corpse of the ravaged Harkon. Out of respect for his skills in combat and because the vampire was in need of powerfull warriors the vampire decided to gift him with his own curse: the curse of undeath, the curse of the vampire.

As the dark energies infused Harkon his body was reanimated back to the land of the living but Harkon was no longer alive, instead now a shade of his former self with pale skin and a red hunger in his eyes, a hunger for blood.

Furious with what the vampire had done to him and berserk with his new rampant hunger for blood Harkon killed his new master with a quick slice of his axe, chopping of the head of his now former vampire lord. Now done with his "peacefull" former life he travels the world in search of bloodshed and new ways to quench his vampiric needs.