Tuzlak
Red Blade
Cub
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« on: July 24, 2011, 10:48:24 AM » |
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Name: Tuzlak
Class: Hunter
Level: 70
Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:
Well, I mostly did and still do PvP. That's what fascinates me. The adrenaline rush, the competition, slaying Alliance and feeling like a true soldier of the Horde... sometimes, I feel like I get too much into this stuff and I start to feel as if I am a real orc. I have many chars, my mains being a Troll Druid and a Blood Elf Paladin, and even though I enjoy playing them, when I play an Orc, the feeling is much more intense and I always have a deeper connection to the character... that's when I started RPing as well (having read the warcraft books about orcs did their cause too). I wouldn't call myself an experienced RPer, though my Druid was in a Night Elf RP Guild before I faction changed (was my only alliance char and I missed being horde, it just felt wrong for me). So yeah, I did some RP, attended events, etc. Though there is still room for improvement and I am sure your guild is as passionate about being an Orc as I am so I'd gladly join your ranks.
About Tuzlak: I was a small boy, when this stranger arrived. Who was he? Why did he came to us? I had heard the stories about Durotan and Draka, how they got murdered. We did not knew about the fate of their son, and this kept me awake at nights. Who could do harm to a baby? Who could kill such an honorable man and woman? All these questions would be answered shorty after the stranger arrived.
I am a Frostwolf, and I proudly say that. When I was a small boy, I had to take care of the wolves. Clean the places they slept at, clean their fur, all that kind of stuff. My connection with these noble animals started therefor at a very young age. Not every young boy loved having to clean them and their left-overs but I was happiest when I was with the wolves. They showed that they appreciate it, whereas the adult orcs had other problems. The winters were harsh, and were it not for our beloved shaman Drek'thar, we probably wouldnt have survived.
And then the stranger arrived. We found out that he is the son of Durotan, and what a man he was - and still is! His father would have been proud. Oh, how I wish I was older at that time. To be able to go with those heroes and free our people. But my time would come, I was sure.
The time passed, and I became old enough to go on my first hunt. And what a thrill it was. I had followed the traces of this Ram for days. I was starving and I knew I had to strike soon... and then I saw it... I sneaked around... I barely dared to breathe. Then I attacked! It was surprisingly resilient, but I managed to kill it without being injured badly. The Axe I threw at it's head, only hit the horns so I had to pick up a stone and fight almost with my bare hands. Just when I realized my first hunt was successful, I heard him. A dwarf. He jumped on me and I was already exhausted and fought with desperation. A second dwarf came and I knew my time had come... at least I would meet the ancestors as a real man.
This is when Wolfsblood came. It was a young Frostwolf who I had a deeper connection with. He had followed me, and I had not noticed. He knew it would hurt my pride if he would help me in my first hunt. He was there to protect me if I got into real danger - and I didnt even knew. Luckily he was - with his help I managed to beat the ambushers. I did not kill them, but at least I survived and they ran away badly injured. Cowards!!
From that moment on I knew, this wolf would be my companion and I would become a hunter. I loved the thrill of the hunt.. And I vowed to fight for the Horde against those Cowards. I would fight for my people.
I threw my head back and roared! LOK'TAR OGAR! FOR THE HORDE!
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