Grunnak
Red Blade
Cub
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« on: November 13, 2010, 04:28:30 AM » |
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Details of your Orc character:
-Name: Ruk'var Sharptusk
-Age:58
Class:
-Shaman
Level: 50
(role)playing experience:
Been on this server for a year now, having an equal amount of roleplay experience on both horde and alliance.
Brief History:
He was part of the bleeding hollow clan, participating in many wars along with the twilight hammer clan. Ruk was fiercly loyal to his chieftain deadeye, his skills being a strong warrior came in a lot of use when fighting against the alliance.
When the bleeding hollow clan was captured, he remained in the internment camps. Feeling the depression from the demon blood it is a part of his life he doesnt quite remember. Thrall came and liberated them, while being influenced by the frostwolf clan, he learnt his shamanistic ways.
Story:
Ruk'var woke with a sharp jolt, his eyes opened wide to take in his environment. After a moment he rubbed his head and sat up. He looked around him, Durotar, that familiar orange glow from the sand bringing relief. Nightmares, again. Ruk'var sighed heavily and looked down onto his lap. One of totems he had been carving for several weeks sat in his robes. He was making sure every detail was perfect. He held it up to admire it, a small smile spreading across his old features.
''What ey' Beaut ye'll be!'' Ruk'var cackled to himself while wrapping up the wooden object into a large scrap of leather to keep it safe. He tied the top with rope like a strap to keep it sealed and to be carried easier. He then attempted to get to his feet, turning around and pushing himself off the ground. He grunted, placing his hands behind him, using his knuckles to press into the hard muscle and stretching his back until it cracked. ''Bones 'aint what there used 'ta be..'' He muttered to himself while slinging the totem on his back, pulling the rope tight around his body. Ruk'var exhaled deeply before whistling for his favoured pet, his riding wolf dogger. It was silver furred and looked equally old and feable as its rider. Doggers snorted and bumped his head against its master, trotting beside him while they made their way towards Orgrimmar. ''Move 'yer trotters dogguz, we gotta catch 'em red blades befuh they move again.'' He said.
er..short and sweet I guess!
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