Who are you?
The imaginary friend of a lonely italian. It was quiet a surprise when I showed up and asked if they could keep an eye on my boat as I walked off into their hedge. Later on, I became the necromancer, and after my first death I became the Lich. I founded a city and became Grand Lich of Gulgatha. Gulgatha crumbled and now I am little more than a magical skeleton imprisoned in a tower. Not for much longer though.
I find that description a little bare boned...