Zorban
Cub
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« on: January 06, 2012, 02:15:44 AM » |
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Details of your Orc character: A cunning intellect, but tainted by his ambition and egoism. No particular features, besides that his left hand is missing; the stump is covered with a red wrap.
Name: Zorban Rotfist
Class: Warlock
Level: 26 (not for long)
Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:
I've been roleplaying on Defias Brotherhood for a couple of years; this is my first Horde character and my first warlock as well, but I do learn fast and I hope to have a good time here. I'm currently reading stuff about orcish lore to fill this gap, I will ask you if I have any doubts.
And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:
A green hand stretches out of the shadows to catch a match; a candle is lit, revealing a burly figure, shroud in a red, worn robe. The figure reaches for a quill, and with a snarl starts writing on a crude tome in front of him, in a strange, warped writing.
"I'm running out of time and patience. The results are not those I expected. I need to check those formulas again. Maybe it's the fials? Control the inventory.
People's distrust is palpable. I'm no longer the shady, grumpy scholar stocking books in his cell. Rumours grow: they must have seen something. For how long will I be able to keep those nosy peons away?
I've come to the conclusion that changing my habits won't deceive them, but make them even more suspicious instead. That's the price of my recklessness. My neck could meet an executioner's axe sooner than expected. As much as I like my current hideout, I need to leave this place. I'll need to go somewhere far though: this hand of mine, a constant reminder of my arrogance, wouldn't let me go unnoticed.
A good cover is going to be needed as well. A solitary person like me is a suspicious one for these simpleton. I need something to belong to, where to find shelter and continue my work in the uttermost quiet. Something above suspicion.
I might have an idea."
The figure lays the quill down with a grin as he bends over the table and blows the candle out. Darkness takes over again.
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Zorban is a cruel, selfish and power-mongering Orc. Once tasted the power of magic as a shaman he couldn't help but wanting more, his thirst for knowledge was never ending; not even his "accident" which costed him his left hand could discourage him. He now needs a place to lay low and a good cover for his business, and what better than this valiant tribe?
Zorban usually spends his time collecting books for his studies, and often locks himself in his cell to carry on his experiments. Infact, the book he was writing in this brief introduction is a tome which works as his journal, notebook and grimorie (loosely based on Abdul Alhazred's Necronomicon, in case there are any Lovecraft fans around).
He can disguise his true feelings and act like a normal person, but don't expect too warmth or openness from him. Everyone has a skeleton in his cupboard, am I right?
Despite his personality and motivations, Zorban will surely take part actively in the tribe's life, from RP to W-PvP events, possibly trying to take as much advantage as possible from every situation.
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