Arch Wizard Wrathbone

What I have a wiki page? But I'm a one shot character, don't you think that's a bit much? I DON'T EVEN KNOW MY OWN BACKSTORY...Well ok if you insist.

Arch Wizard Wrathbone is (probably) the greatest wizard the world has ever seen, his/her power was (likely) unmatched by an spell caster living or even existed ever even Lysira that overpowered hoe. His/Her death is shrouded in mystery...mainly because I forgot...BUT it was likely an epic duel where countless lives of the worlds greatest heroes were slain in order to fell him/her.

Duval Dungeon
Of course with such a powerful being it would be a waste not to make use of his/her as resource leading there skull being claimed and put to service in the Duval Dungeon. My consciousness remained but over the Millennia over service is slowly fragmented my arcane knowledge slowly poured out, all the secrets and power I amassed in life had escaped and I was reduced to nothing but fledgling little skull with a pitiful array of spells and barely any consciousness more of an patrolling guard.

It was some relief that an intrepid group of adventures managed to fell me in my pitiful form (no doubt I would have crushed them in my prime) but the FOOLS the ignorant FOOLS completely FAILED to dispel the magic binding my skull to the mortal plains and I was rejuvenated but when I was restored something was different, a binding had been broken an ancient seal served and I WAS FREE.

Post Duval
When I was freed I escaped Duval and my arcane knowledge began returning, piece by piece I was re-pieced yet there was a hole a vast void like a solider missing a leg yet feeling his toes twitch or an old man his memories growing foggy and the faces of his long dead friends faded. This hole was crippling an identity a purpose without it I was nothing but a raving skull I could understand my own insanity yet I was unable to cure myself, as without my sense of self I was nothing. This one driving force the want or need to find my true self I what drove right into the forerunner.

The Sinister Seven
The Forerunner promised him/her a return to there true form to restore there sense of self and identity and to return them from un-death and there mortal form. With that the mad babbling skull set out with the other members on a path of terror and destruction reeking havoc and mayhem in his wake all the while insanely chiding and calling a deep sane part of him/her tucked away completely aware of how far they had fallen and unable to act, only desperately push the current wrathbone to restore themselves to there supposed former glory.