An honorable beginning
Lothaire was born to two blood elf farmers in the Ghostlands. He was the middle child of two other brothers and a strangely quiet kid. When he wasn't learning homesteading and having to help his parents around the farm, he liked to spend his time playing games with his siblings or hunting in the forest. Specifically games that involved fighting each other with wooden swords. Lothaire had started dreaming of becoming a knight at a young age and this hope persisted through his childhood and adolescence. His dream would come true sooner rather than later, but the circumstances in which this happened were to his dismay.
The then young elf's father was a harsh, serious man and became bitter when his children showed more interest in activities outside of homesteading. Lothaire and his brothers had expressed that they would be pursuing other avenues when they were of age, bored with a farmer's lifestyle. So when all three of his sons were teenagers still stupid to the world, the man told them he was sending them to the Horde's army. He no longer wished to take care of his children that he perceived as ungrateful. Lothaire's mother had little say in the matter so she went along with it. This would be the first time, but certainly not the last, that Lothaire was heartbroken.
The day came where Lothaire and his siblings had to leave their childhood farm and travel to Orgrimmar. This was the last time Lothaire saw his parents, the memory of his mother's crying face etching into his brain. The trio traveled by foot, boat, and within small caravans of strangers to reach the capital Horde city. Upon arriving they were amazed by the huge structures and large population, it was unlike anything the elves had seen before. They were quickly taken in by the Horde military and posted at various outposts throughout Kalimdor.
Lothaire was sad to be separated from his siblings but he was having a pretty good life in the army, rarely did he miss his old life. He learned the art of wielding a sword and combat through devotion and hard work, becoming quite the swordsman. For years there were no major operations, only small missions or rebellions he had to help quell, nevertheless the elf man was starting to 'earn' scars from fights and beginning to know what it means to do battle. He was quick on his feet and even quicker to react, with a considerable amount of strength to back up his skills with a blade.
Kissing madness
First death
Second death
Final death
A frozen husk
STILL TYPING A LOT OF HIS HISTORY CHECK BACK LATER :3 !