Draknir

Information

Player: Hawk

Character Full Name: Draknir Bloodcleave

Character In-Game Name: Draknir

Nickname(s): Drak

Association(s): The Horde, Frostwolf Clan

Race: Orc

Class: Warrior

Age: 36

Sex: Male

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 441 lbs

Height: 7'2

Appearance

Draknir is often seen clad in plate, but if he plans on lounging then he'll replace his armour for a more comfortable attire consisting of simple cloth. No matter where he goes however, he'll always have a weapon with him.

Personality

Draknir is a rather cheerful and positive Orc, particularly when surrounded by friends. He enjoys telling stories and making jokes, usually with a bottle of alcohol in his hands. His dream is to make his name known in Orcish history, so he often tends to train regularly and join in whatever battles he can, though sometimes his lust for fame can cloud his judgement and put him in dangerous situations. For some reason he can be called a warmongerer, but he doesn't fight for sake of killing. He's also fiercely protective of his allies, a trait that can be seen on and off the battlefield.

But despite however friendly Draknir may be, he still holds some resentment for some races. Strangely, he despises Blood Elves and Forsaken more than the Alliance. He can at least give the Humans that they have loyalties, whereas Blood Elves and Forsaken have proven that they have no interest in befriending The Horde and even less interest in attempting to prove themselves worthy of being under a Horde banner. Naturally these are just his own views, and he still distrusts the Alliance. Night Elves and Draenei are the quickest to earn his favour out of the Horde's enemies, but he's in no rush to befriend them. Despite his prejudice, should he ever be in a diplomatic situation he will at the least show respect and keep his prejudice to himself.

He's also a borderline alcoholic.

History

Draknir was born in the Frostwolf Clan on Draenor, leaving at the age of 7 when the Dark Portal was opened and his clan fled from the corruption of the Orcs. His father Uro'grogg was a Shaman, his mother Nirla was a huntress, and together they raised him in their new home - the white hills of Alterac. From a young age he was incredibly active. He could be seen running with frostwolves frequently in the wilds or sparring with other youths with seemingly endless endurance - until he got to his hut, in which he collapsed into furs and went out like a light. It wasn't rocket science to see that the boy was destined to be a warrior. He didn't have the patience to be a seer and wasn't accurate enough with the bow to be a hunter. He did, however, have an affinity for using a sword.

He was inducted into training by a wise veteran. He taught him everything he knew. Positioning, stance, combinations and strategy were included in the words of wisdom imparted onto the young Orc. His spirits were dampened when his mentor had died from old age only a few days before he was to do his Om'riggor, but he pushed on nonetheless. His task was to hunt down a Gnoll that was exiled from his tribe, or abandoned them. It went by the name of Bloodmane and was deemed to be a worthy challenge. It was with only a blade and basic clothing that Draknir trod through snow and ice in search of his prey, eager to prove his worth. Hours soon fell into days, and which were long and weary.

It was on one of these days he decided to rest and make a campfire, assuming that he was alone. Suddenly from behind him he heard a hateful shriek pierce the silence. Draknir had trespassed onto Bloodmane's territory. The Orc immediately took his blade in his hands and let out a challenging bellow to the creature. Without hesitation Draknir engaged first, breaking into a charge and it was through drawing first blood that he sent his opponent into a frenzy. The pair had been locked in a brutal clash of survival of the fittest until the battle finally came to a conclusion with Draknir as the victor.

He let out heavy breaths and fell onto the crimson snow, painting his face with the creature's blood and bringing a trophy as proof of the deed. After a moment of recovery, he gathered his belongings and made his way back to the shaman. Upon deeming the deed done to be genuine, the shamans bestowed the title of "Bloodcleave" onto him. His family held a feast in celebration of succeeding his rite of passage, and it was for many years that Draknir lived his life in peace and happiness. He hunted wtih his mother, assisted his clan with whatever needed doing, and took care of his aging father.

It was a couple of years later that Draknir was there on the day Thrall came to the Frostwolves, eyeing him curiously. Shortly after he found himself assisting in the liberation of his fellow Orcish brothers and sisters, storming through the internment camps and putting his skills to use in his first ever real battle. He was praised by his father for fighting bravely and honourably, and he was sure his son was showing signs of becoming a great warrior.

But the old Orc never found out. Chaos reigned in Azeroth with the arrival of the Third War, and Draknir wasn't excluded from it. After numerous battles, his path lead to the battle of Mount Hyjal. He stood side by side with his father, who insisted on joining despite his old age. It wasn't Humans he was fighting against this time, though. To his great displeasure he was fighting with them against horrific hordes of fearless demons. He and Uru'grogg tore through demons that came their way, refusing to yield to the many wounds they were inflicted with. No more than mere seconds away from nearing victory, the old Orc had met his demise by the hands of a Fel guard. Draknir held Uro'grogg in his arms, desperately attempting to mend him, but his father stopped him and said it was his time. He would die with honour.

The last thing Uro'grogg's ears heard were the thunderous cries of victory once Malfurion Stormrage destroyed Archimonde before expiring in his son's arms. The battle was over.

When Orgrimmar was being built, Draknir made a pyre for his father and burned him, his ashes scattered to the elements. With the comforting thought that he died in battle with honour, Draknir made an oath in front of the flames that he would one day be a war hero. He would go down in The Horde's history as one of the greatest warriors, and all would know his tale. To accomplish this he took part in any world conflicts he could, even if he played no major role. He assisted in the downfall of Illidan Stormrage, and a year later came to the freezing wasteland Northrend and stood victorious against the Lich King's vile Scourge.

In the present, he now roams Azeroth here and there, still as hellbent as ever on seeing his dream become reality.

Skills and Abilities

Typical abilities. What he can do ingame he can do IC. Nothing special.