Brakthar

Information

Player: Heed

Character Full Name: Brak'thar Titancleaver

Character In-Game Name: Brak'thar, but without the ' since in-game doesn't allow it.

Nickname(s): Brak, but more to come.

Association(s): Frostwolf Clan.

Race: Orc.

Class: Warrior.

Age: 27.

Sex: Male.

Hair: Short and white. With a rift like quality, giving it a lift, and parting in the middle.

Eyes: Blue.

Weight: 347 lbs.

Height: 8' 1"

Alignment: Neutral Good.

Appearance

Brak normally wears whatever it is, suitable for him in combat. He tries his best to stay, comfortable for the battle field.

Personality

Brak is a very stubborn, above average orc by far. Most see Orcs as greedy, demanding, and idiotic. Not Brak, for he is a caring, burly fellow. Not so high in justice, but enough to know right from wrong, and doesn't always take advantage of situations. He can also be hot headed at times, when he thinks something wrong was said.

Other: He isn't known to be a "dumb" orc, he is actually very intellectual and doesn't like being mistaked for an idiot.

History

"Born tall" some like to say to Brak, simply as a humerous comment towards his height. It wasn't really humor at all, Brak was born not slightely larger than other orc infants, but immensly larger. Umongst the tallest of his siblings, being his two brothers, Nalkho, and Granthal. Jenka and Drahn'kan, Brak's parents, were part of the Horde clan known only as the Frostwolf. During the time of the Frostwolf hiding, in the harsh mountains of Alterac, Jenka became pregnant with her first child.

Her delivery was sudden, and during the spring thaw, surrounded by the great white wolves of Alterac. His eye's opened to the sight of the great morning sun, and the shocking look of the Shamans' faces. His growth got the best of him, and by his third birthday he was an astounding four foot. The Shamans had news of great things to come for him, told by the ancestors themselves, and this had marked the day which he would soon have started his training. Not for long did his great renown last, for the Great Chieftan Durotan's wife Draka was pregnant with a baby boy. Two years after, Brak being five, he had started his life as a young warrior. Training immensly along side the great elders of his clan he learned quickly, and endured vigorous lengths of training. He was always taller and more burly than those of his class. When he was a mere eight year old boy he was 5'7", towering over those before him in sparring, nearly winning almost every challenge brought to him. When he was of the prime age, being twelve, Brak was sent forth into the colds to prove his right umongst the ranks.

Upon the rightful age of fifteen, he was inducted into the ranks of the Frostwolf. Becoming a "Grunt", and defending his clans land. When he was introduced by his father, and by ceremony into the clan's ranks, he befriended a fellow orc umongst his standards. This orc, wasn't nearly his size, but he was gifted and enlightened by the ancestors, and didn't progress into the rank of "Grunt" instead, he continued his training to one day become a Shaman. The Third War, this was a time of death and suffering, this was a time where the Frostwolf had sent their best into battle in hopes of freeing their bretherin from the grasp of the ungrateful humans. At twenty years old, standing a mighty 7'7" tall, he wasn't placed in the front lines to save his kin. Instead, the shamans had told him to stay, and protect the village with his life. When they had heard news of more reinforcements, the Frostwolf had sent another group into battle, among them was Brak's father.

Enraged, and steeming with anger Brak had watched his father leave, along side his two younger brothers and his mother. Not nearly a year later, news was sent by a troll messenger to the clans village, ensuring the death of Brak's father. Now this time, had marked the day where Brak would vow to never let one close to him to get hurt, no matter the situation, no matter the difficulty or the pain. In the last effort to prove to the Shamans that he was worthy to enter the higher ranks, he was sent by Thrall's word into Alterac Valley, in contest to destroy the Stormpike invading their lands. After a few great terms of battle in the Valley, word was brought that he was to return back to the clan, and from there he would proceed in effort to claim his right to climb higher in there ranks.

Now at the age of twenty seven, he was accepted by the Shamans, and inducted into the higher ranks. He was now a "Warrior" of the Frostwolf, and sent forth to heed the word of his Chieftan Thrall, for when he was needed, he would serve, "For the Horde!".