Ragaresh
Red Blade
Cub
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« on: October 20, 2011, 06:13:37 AM » |
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Name: Ragaresh
Class: Hunter
Level: 85
OOC: Roleplayed since start of defias. But not to bore you with things i've already said in (previous applications) you may remember characters "Koira" and "Dawiwo" from days gone by. But i wish to point out now that due to working literally in five type's of shifts IRL i cannot always attend meetings/events sometimes even for the whole week. If i have say, nightshift the whole week, your events usually start at 20.00, i have to leave for work at 20.20. If i have evening shift, i come home at 21:20 ish etc. And i sometimes have to work on sundays and saturdays. Also you may know i run the tavern every now and then on Guldujenu. But i intend to put this character first. Guldu is sort of the guy who i play when there's not much going on (doh, its when people actually come to the tavern anyway).
IC:
The fierce yellow sun of Durotar pours down it's heat without a moment's ease, giving life with it's warmth and light, and taking it away, giving no room for much water, only the strongest plants and beasts may be allowed to live in this place. Yet one orc tries to listen to the earth.
Ragaresh sits infront of the spirit stone hidden in the rock formations of the Valley of Trials. Deep thought and anxiety are ridden all over his face. The sound of the sea mocks his thirst, and the sun is starting to feel like a thousand daggers on his forehead after so many houers, not to mentione the sand that feels like molten lava by now.. But to understand the elements, one must first learn to endure the hardships they pour down on you.
Ragaresh takes a deep breath and stands. "Thank you spirits, were you there or not. I tried to listen." he then bows. Once again dissapointed after so much trying. In his mind he apologizes to his father and grandfather for failing them. He was destined to follow in the footsteps of his family. But after the burning legion, the civil wars, the interment camps. There was nothing inside, only regret and loss, there was no link to the spirit world. He was but an orc, with a bow. But that should be enough, he thought to himself, but the feeling of dissappointment still crept in his heart.
He took up his armor and his bow and let out a low whistle. A few moments passed and a brown feathered eagle cried out and came soaring towards Ragaresh and landed on his shoulder. "Come Agar, we must go to Orgrimmar" The eagle looked at Ragaresh with her yellow eyes and poked his shoulder with her peek. Ragaresh laughed "May you die of old age and have many offspring my friend. We must go find these Orcs of the Red Blade, it is said they respect the old ways and have learned much of the ways of the Shaman. But first, let us hunt some food, i'm starving." Agar flew from his shoulder up in to the sky, searching for a prey and Ragaresh attached a string to his bow.
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