Franke Ari Sorrow

Physical Traits
More Abomination than Forsaken this towering undead is a grotesque crime against nature made hand made by someone clearly insane who clearly held no value of fashion over function.                                                           Despite being made to withstand powerful blows his undead body is littered with scars and it is clear many parts have been replaced over time.                                                                                                                       The look on his face clearly shows this man is insane yet shows no signs of being hostile.
Race and Class 
Forsaken Warrior.
Occupation
Former gatherer for Dr Whiltierna.                                                                                                                     Now soldier for the Horde.
Family 
Formerly married to Dr Whiltierna in life.
Background
In life he was a good man, a common man. He had no special skills; his power was no more than any other man. What he did have, however, was a beautiful wife, Whiltierna.
They met at a young age and quickly decided to get married. For the most part, their life together seemed stable and content; a good life to live for most people. The façade was hurt by rumours that started to spread throughout the city; as while they had been married for some years now there was no sign of a child.
When the plague spread across the city of Stratholme they were among the first to fall ill to it. Whiltierna used her knowledge of herbal remedies and kept them both alive as long as she could, but it wasn't long until the Scourge came knocking on their door.
Armed, with a kitchen knife and a pot, Franke stood valiantly against the Scourge crashing through their home. He was torn limb from limb in seconds. These seconds, however, were enough for Whiltierna to end her own life so that she would not suffer the same fate as her husband. She slit her throat and the last thing she heard was dying scream of her husband before she passed out from blood loss.
Unknown to her at the time it would have been better if she too had suffered the same fate as Franke. She was brought back as a member of the Scourge where she served as a mindless slave until the great uprising of the Forsaken.
Some Forsaken respond well to their new lives, Whiltierna, on the other hand, did not take well at all. Alone and desperate, she became obsessed with finding her husband. As such she traveled far and would do everything she could to be with him once more.
One day she made it to her old home in Stratholme, or what was left of it anyway. Here she found the remains of her late husband... or what was left of him anyway.
She found an arm with his signature ring, forever entombed upon his left index finger, along with some other scraps of meat. It was at this point she had lost the remainder of her sanity.
She took what memories she could scavenge of him from their home; his arm, family heirlooms, pieces of meat, guts and most important of all, his brain. With her husband’s remains in tow, she returned to her new home in Tirisfal where she joined the Apothecarium to study the art of reanimation. This was a task that proved to be more challenging than expected.
The items required to attempt to re-animate even the smallest of creatures were both hard to find and expensive too. Despite this hardship, she never gave up.
Her toils did not go unnoticed however. A wealthy pirate approached her one day and offered to fund her endeavours if she was willing to modify some of the raised creatures into whatever he desired.                                                  She agreed.
After countless practice runs she began working on her late husband, replacing every missing piece with whatever she could find. She felt a joy in rebuilding him, a joy she had not felt since her death. Having learnt much from her previous failures, she constantly made adjustments to his body. Initially, she wanted him to resemble his old form as much as possible though she soon added more mass, stronger arms and legs and before she could look back at her creation, he was more monster than man.
The ritual of re-animation went smoothly or at least as smoothly as such things can go, and he was brought into the cold unlife to spend eternity with her, forevermore.
Yet something was different, this man, no, this beast, was barely capable of spewing forth a coherent sentence. The scraps of brain she managed to gathered were not enough to allow this creature to think much for himself, despite being big enough,  and decided that perhaps some of the nerve endings had been damaged. She promised to him that she would find a way to fix this and one day he would be his old self again.
As she worked towards that day, she put him to work using his brutish strength to gather parts for her so she could keep practicing re-animation.
Sometimes the pirate’s funding was not enough and she would send Franke away, signing him up for mercenary jobs such as guarding caravans or assassination. In death as in life, she would let him do the dirty work for her.
Months passed and Whiltierna created experiment after experiment, long since forgetting her promise to Franke, now she only cared for one thing, her work.
For them to continue however, she had to expand her home into a mansion. Rooms were created simply to hold all of her equipment and the infinite growth of failed experiments. As the mansion was completed, she turned her back on the world. With the slam of the doors behind her, the world turned its back on her. She was never seen outside again and Franke was no more than a tool from that moment on.
Yet he did not know any better, he could not know any better and gladly did everything he was told. He butchered innocents; women, children and animals, just to drag body pieces back to her mansion.
As her experimenting continued she would keep improving. Her creations became more intelligent, more sentient. If she felt lonely she would build new company. Franke was barely even welcome anymore in the mansion at this point, but he could not understand what was going on. All he could do was work harder and so he did.
One day, this changed. That day, she had completed her perfect creation; Heinbach Roxann Penrod. A name suitably fitting the long and arduous task he was as she slaved over his creation. He was so perfect in fact he seemed almost alive. He was faster, stronger and smarter than the average man, yet he was loyal and listened to her every command.
Franke, as stupid as he was, had enough emotion remaining to feel jealousy when he saw her in his arms. Realising the danger her deformed husband posed, she sent him on long, strange journeys hoping he would not return. Yet loyal, in whatever way he could be to her, he returned everytime. Frustrated and angry, she ultimately gave him a task she knew he could not complete.
She ordered him to kill a man she met when she was doing field work for the Forsaken. This man was Koren Drax, an ex-warband leader who was forced into pit-fighting for the most part of his life. He was a cold, stern and calculating man. Franke would not stand a chance.
The search alone took Franke over a month. He did not stop in his search and left no time for rest as his only desire was to return home to his wife as soon as he could. Spotting Koren at last, he left no chance for retaliation and charged at Koren Drax swinging his war mace through the air as effortlessly as if it were an empty pillow case.
If Franke had taken the time to look around, he would have noticed he was on a battlefield and his presence had long been noted by several men. One of them shouted a warning at Koren Drax which gave him enough time to see the monstrosity charging at him.
Franke lost an arm before he even noticed Drax had moved and within a minute Drax had disarmed and reduced him to grovelling on the floor. Franke never laid a single hit on him. 
'Who sent you?!' Koren Drax shouted at the beast.
'Sir, I believe he is one of Dr. Whiltierna's creations.' said Merion, a fellow soldier.
That witch, I heard she went insane a long time ago, I'll return this creature back to its maker, you take over for me for as long as I'm gone now, Merion. '
'Yes sir.'
Franke was chained and loaded into a cart; pulled by two skeletal horses.
When they arrived at the mansion its windows were shattered and the door was off its hinge.
Whiltierna was found impaled on a self made Tesla-coil and in front of her lied the body of Heinback Roxann Penrod who appeared to have taken his own life by throwing his head against a steam-powered saw blade.
Despite being held by chains and missing an arm Franke sprinted for her corpse.
Koren knew he would not be able to hold it and let go.
Franke mourned at the lifeless body of his beloved, his weeping and howling could be heard many miles away.
At the same time Koren went through her mansion looking for clues as to what happened.
Three cats were freed, a red one with three legs, a grey one who seemed terrified at everything at all times and a pure black one who appeared to be fine somehow. Clearly they have been used for many experiments along with many other creatures in the mansion.
The black one sprinted off, Koren decided to follow.
The cat had led him to a room filled with journals, among them was one detailing information on Franke.
According to the journal she had long since found a cure for his mental problems but was afraid it would give him free will so she never cured him.
Instead he was written off as another useless failed experiment to be thrown away with the other lesser beings whilst she would continue to live on with better inventions instead.
Koren decided to do the only thing that was right, he'd bring the journal to an alchemist he knew named Vazio Illium and try to fix Franke's mind.
He could however not move Franke to take him with him. No matter what he tried, Franke would cling to the lifeless corpse of his wife.
Vazio Illium still owed Koren an old favor and decided to help him to the best of his knowledge. While studying Whiltierna’s recipie, he noticed that the recipe in the journal was incomplete and that the formula he made in the end may not be good enough to fully restore Franke's mind.
It would have to do, Koren wanted to help the beast but he had other more important matters to attend to and could not do more for Franke than this.
When returning to the mansion a week later Franke was still clinging to the corpse. It was easy enough to trick him into drinking the potion.
Koren then left Franke, wishing him the best of luck.
About an hour after Koren had left, the potion began to kick in, slowly brain cells started to connect and thoughts began to appear in his head and with it memories.
The process took over twelve hours to complete, the entire process felt like one long dream as memories poured into his mind, he was remembering everything that happened to him in both his life and death.
His sorrow drained and in its place came a furious rage that led to him wrestling with the mansion for hours until nothing was left and everything was destroyed. The last thing he did was light a small flame before he left.
He looked back one more time to see Whiltierna's corpse on fire and watched as the last remnants of his old life burnt with her.
All though the potion had restored some brain power, he was still as dumb as a child, a young teen at best.
Feeling nothing but rage he volunteered to fight for the Forsaken army who gladly gave him a shield and put him on the front lines.
'I can never have revenge, I picture her face on every enemy I kill yet I never feel sated.'
Personal Notes
Franke Ari Sorrow is an anagram for Forsaken Warrior.
The pirate that sponsored Whiltierna was Admiral Quincy Lyon.
Has done odd jobs for Admiral Quincy in the past as part to the deal of his sponsorship.