Bolgron
Information
Player: Ben
Character Full Name: Bolgron Copperpocket
Character In-Game Name: Bolgron
Nickname(s): Bol', Shorty, Half-Man
Association(s): Ironforge, The Alliance
Race: Dwarf
Class: Warrior
Age: 68
Sex: Male
Hair: Ginger, braided at the back, and bald on the top, with a big, bushy beard and moustache.
Eyes: Brown
Weight: 90 kg
Height: 4†12â€Â
Appearance
A rimmed hat, with spotted-tiger hide sewn into it.
Personality
Bolgron is a lonely individual. He spends his time by himself mostly. However he is very patriotic, and will avidly defend Ironforge and the Alliance to the grave. The misconception with this, being that he has a problem with the Horde. This isn't true, he simply enjoys the fighting. If the King of Stormwind or Ironforge needed him to work with the Horde, he would take up the challenge readily.
When approached, he is kindly, and if the person is carrying a weapon, takes more of an interest into what they are saying, in hopes of finding out about bigger beasts to kill.
Other: Bolgron has a desire, as all game hunters do, to find bigger game. He loves the challenge of battling things bigger than himself.
History
Bolgron Copperpocket was born into an…almost, fortunate family. They had the money to get by day to day, but nothing more. Bolgron's father was a miner, so the income came and went daily, varying as to whether or not his father stumbled upon a trickle of ore, or a hard rock wall. His mother baked. She baked for the family, but also for friends and anyone who placed an order, bringing in that little bit extra income.
As a result of the family ‘rationing' of money, during his childhood Bolgron never had the “In thingâ€Â. When a Gnomish toymaker created a new and amazing contraption that seemed to do everything the childish denizens of Dun Morogh could ask for, he never got it. He got the one from a few years ago that someone had thrown out or he had stumbled upon. He would be teased and laughed at, never the ‘cool' Dwarf. And it was this that drove Bolgron to do what he did later in life.
As soon as he hit adulthood, Bolgron became a miner, following in his father's footsteps and bringing in that little bit of extra income for the family, but Bolgron hated this, and, while toiling away at the rocks, plotted ahead, dreamed of a better life where he would have all the money he ever dreamed of. The extra money he earned seemed to no avail, his lifestyle unchanged. He was hopelessly lost at the reason for this, but ploughed on.
However one day, while out mining, about 7 years after he started the boring and fruitless task of mining, he stumbled upon the fruits he had been dreaming about. There, before him, was a gold vein. No, not a gold vein, a gold flow! He immediately grabbed his cart and mined it dry, his father helping him, and together they mined enough of the pure cash to fill two carts to the brim, an impressive find for any Dwarf.
With his new-found riches, Bolgron bought himself a ram, not for farming, but for riding! A concept he had thought ridiculous until then. He also set off for new lands: Stranglethorn Vale: the land of endless possibilities, where nothing was certain. Of course, he had heard of the perils of this land, but he cared not, taking into his company a two Dwarvish marksmen. On their way to Stranglethorn, these marksmen told Bolgron incredible stories of Trolls, gold, and beasts, and persuaded Bolgron to increase his riches in the fur trade.
So, when the three arrived in Strangelthorn, with 3 ram's laden with tents, guns, and other equipment they headed deep into the forest, setting up base in a clearing once occupied by panthers, which they killed and skinned, their first hides. For 4 years they skinned and sold hides and firs to the citizens of Stormwind, growing richer all the while. Of course, the three were competing with Hemet Nesingwary and his son, and so prices were spiralling down, as they competed for trade. Yet still he made enough cash to make a handsome profit, the hat he still possesses and wears to this day being a sign of such. But when Bolgron returned to Stormwind, having been out in the wilds of Stranglethorn for many years, travelling to the city only to trade, he was informed of his father's death. A cave had collapsed while he was inside and by the time his friends had got to him, he was already dead, his legs having been crushed by the rocks, causing him to bleed to death.
Bolgron returned to his homeland to find his mother grieving, and he too felt an immense pain. His mother informed him that his father had squandered the gold Bolgron had left behind for them on booze and clothing, and he was disgusted with his father. Bolgron left that day furious, which probably didn't help him when thieves cornered him in Ironforge. He was held at gunpoint and forced to give over his riches, for his fame had grown from stories of the Copperpocket who had gold in his pocket. He lost his riches that day, and when he returned to Stranglethorn he found his base camp a desecrated mess, signs of sentient attack and presumed it to be Nesingwary.
Enraged, he left for Booty Bay, and from there to Ratchet. The goblin town was home to mainly Horde citizens. The Orcs laughed at his small stature, and his limited ability in close-quarters combat left him unable to dispute this. He stayed in Ratchet, making a living from game, like the zephra. After months carving a meaningless existence out for himself in the town, and enduring the remarks from the Orcs and Trolls at the tavern, one of them took an interest in him. The Troll, seeing him as an amusement, or even a pet, decided to train Bolgron to fight.
Bolgron chose to use axes as his weapons of choice. The Troll nodded along, and they spent their days practising weapon strikes and techniques. The Troll taught him how to properly avoid attacks, and use an opponent's momentum against them. This continued for a few months until an Orc made a joke about the Dwarf's height while at the tavern. Bolgron stopped, and threw his beer at the Orc, covering him in the frothy liquid. In rage, the Orc attempted to kill Bolgron, but instead the Dwarf killed him. Aware that this wasn't the place to stay after committing such an act, he took his weapons and his ram, and left for Ironforge again.
Back in the hills of Dun Morogh he trained with fellow Dwarven and his skills became more profound. However he also came across a white bear. The bear was a thing of beauty, and the only creature Bolgron has decided against killing. He studied the bear for days. The bear didn't seem to mind his presence, except while hunting, and the two, over the following weeks, grew more accustomed to each other. The bear would allow Bolgron to feed and stroke it, eventually following the Copperpocket, accepting him as its master. The bear, revealed to be a female under closer inspection, was named Polaris, and the two were companions for a long period of time. Polaris would even allow Bolgron the luxury of riding on her back.
When the Alliance went to Northrend to fight against Arthas and the Scourge, the duo leapt at the opportunity. There were more things to hone their skills upon in the frozen wastes, and even some rare game to earn them some gold too! They were sent out to the Howling Fjord, where they fought alongside many others against the Scourge, and also against the Vrykul giants.
They were stationed at Westguard Keep due to the large number of Explorer's League projects running in the area. However, Bolgron did not personally have anything to do with the projects, or defending them. He was placed with a ‘forward group' which focused on gaining new territory for the Alliance. After several successful missions, the group made it to Rivenwood, a seemingly cursed area infested with spiders. Reports had said they were big, but they weren't expecting the true vastness they found. The group was overwhelmed, and many trapped in spider's webs. Bolgron escaped, but only by Polaris diverting the attention away from Bolgron. She died in the process.
Bolgron made it back to Westguard, having sliced his way through the worg infested territory between it, and Rivenwood. He turned to alcohol as relief, drinking himself into a stupor. The defeated Dwarf returned to Dun Morogh and after some harsh words from some of his previous training partners, he decided to perfect his fighting abilities, rather than mope all day. Nights were still for beer though, oh how Bolgron loves his beer.
Bolgron Copperpocket now resides in Dun Morogh, perfecting his abilities, and finding bigger things to fight, until the Alliance, or his King, dispatches him to another battlefield. All this, in memory of Polaris.
