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Rashak
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« on: May 17, 2010, 09:16:47 PM » |
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Details of your Orc character:
Name: Rashak Steelarrow
Class: Hunter
Level: 42
Tell us something about your playing experience:
I am playing World of Warcraft since the close beta in Europe. I never consider myself a hardcore player, but rather a casual leveler, taking the time to appreciate the lore and the surroundings.
Tell us something about your roleplaying experience:
I always had one or two characters on RP servers, but i switched recently to a dedicated RP setting, since for starters, RP servers contain far less whiners (not counting the goons) and i picked recently Defias Brotherhood, since i wanted to return to the PvP setting. I currently have a troll in the Second Gurubashi Empire and a tauren at the
And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:
A middle-aged Orc sits before you. He has a short beard and a short tail on his otherwise bald head. He has a distinct brownish color.
"So, you woul'd like to know a thing or tow about ol' Rashak. Well, what can i say. I was born on the rolling plains of Nagrand, on our old world of Draenor. It was a little unnamed camp, i am pretty sure it is not even there anymore. I was member from a small clan, fairly unknown in the orcish cronicles. The Fellreavers if it rings any bell to you. I am pretty sure most of them were converted to these damned Fell-orcs. Before the bloodlust, we spend most of our days hunting the wildlife in Nagrand and sometimes the occasional Orge. When we were up for a real challenge, we downed a Gronn. Not something to be done alone. Then Nerzul came with his damned lies. Many drunk the blood that cursed us. Myself i had only a drop or so, hence i am not quite as green as the rest of them. We started defiling the countryside with those big jagged forts. Like we ever had need of them, but those Draenei had to go. Or so they said.
Later on they build this large portal to new worlds. I still remember going trough myself. I think it was with a bunch of Frostwolves. Could have been Warsongs as well. We ended up in this big marshland. The sky was not red like on Draenor, but blue. Later on we ran into these creatures we got to know as humans. Many battles fought and won, but eventually we lost our wars. Put into camps we were. Lordarmere Internment Camp or something of the likes. That was what became of us. We were kept as beasts, sleeping in our own filth. Yeah, proud warriors of the Horde. HAH!"
Rashak spits on the ground.
"Then there was this young Shaman, from the frostwolves clan. Named Thrall, something like slave in the common tongue. He was everything except for a slave. Liberating camp after camp, we soon formed our Horde again and set sail to the west, towards a ancient land named Kalimdor. Red sands, red sky, just like on our homeworld."
"Hah, i am not even sure why i am telling you all this. I presume you have been there yourself. Anyhow, this is the land we make our stand now. Rashak is doing his bit in keeping those nightelves at bay. And offcourse help the boys in Ashenvale out getting their wood. Damned purple beasts never leave us to it."
"Now that you know my story, I hope you find me worthy to join the Red Blade. What remains of my own clan is in Hellfire Citadel and i grow tired of this lonely life, without clan to call my own."
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