Kaeros

Information

Player: Beala

Character Full Name: Kaeros Redaxe

Character In-Game Name: Kaeros

Nickname(s): "The Axe"

Association(s): None

Race: Tauren

Class: Warrior

Age: 51

Sex: Male

Hair: Black

Eyes: Red

Weight: 550lbs

Height: 8'2"

Appearance

Kaeros wears plate armor almost all the time. His heavy steps are accompanied by a small noise because of his weight and the weight of the armor. The armor itself seems to underline the grim expression on his face.

Other: He is always carrying a huge axe. By the way he reaches for it, he seems pretty handy with it, an impression that is reinforced with the way he cleaves through his enemy's with it. The axe seems to have something engraved on it's blade in Taur-ahe.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral

Kaeros is in conflict with the good-hearted nature of his race. Years of brutal slavery has filled him with anger and rage. He tends to get loud and is easily to provoke not rarely resulting in a wild brawl. Then again, there are times where he seems to be calm and a glance of deep sadness fills his eyes.

History

Kaeros was raised and born as member of the clan Thunderhorn, which has brought along some of the finest hunters amongst the Tauren. His father cared dearly for his son, since he was the only thing that reminded him of his woman. Kaeros mother unfortunatly died in an ambush of the centaur, leaving Kaeros father to raise him alone. He sweared, the day his woman died while helding her hand, that their son would become a wilderness stalker the Tauren had never been seen before. Young Kaeros often accompanied his father on a hunting and learned much about respecting the nature and the very own traditions of his people. The Tauren liked being outside on the great plains of Kalimdor, may it be to train or to rest. His future, so he thought as he sat one night under the night sky, was stable and secured.

His life went on and with eager training and many lessons from wise and old wilderness stalkers from his clan, he grew up to be a worthy successor for his father at young age. One day, he was out on a hunting all by himself, following the tracks of a giant and very dangerous lion. After several days he managed to catch the animal at his den. But after his bow broke, the only weapon that remained was a small hand-axe. He could have backed up to get a new one, which would have been safer, but instead he stormed the beast right away. The fight lasted almost the entire night until Kaeros finally managed to drive his axe deep into the throat of the lion. As he returned, he was proud of himself and the clan was proud of him, so proud that he earned himself the right to change his last name into Redaxe. Kaeros Redaxe.

The young Tauren proved himself almost indespensable for his clan. He was a great scout and a fierce warrior and happened to be one of the first Taurens that made a first contact with the Orcs as they arrived at Kalimdor. Kaeros was rather curious about these greenskins and so he suggested that he and a small band of his clan should greet them, additionally to find out what they were doing in Kalimdor. As the Orcs and his group made contact, he sensed quickly that they were people that treasured traditions and honor, just like themselves. The young Tauren was relieved and welcomed the Orcs as they fought alongside against the centaurs.

Again, some time passed... Kaeros was actively working on providing a better life for his tribe, while he himself waited till things stabilized a bit. After he was satisfied with the progress he and his clan had made so far, he packed his belongings and wandered off to the south. He was happy about it, because he always wanted to wander to the most far point to the south.

As he crossed Thousand Needles, he reached Gadgetzan where the proud Tauren met Goblins for the first time in his life. Tough a bit fascinated he could sense something evil about them. But it was already night as he reached the town and he needed a night to rest. Not happy about it, he decided to stay at an inn. The goblin who assigned him his room, had a roguish smile in his face... but Kearos was to tired to think about what that could have meant.

The same night... it happened. His door was brutally kicked in and a whole bunch of hired ogres and some goblins stormed his room. He fought fiercely, knocking out several enemies, but in the end he didn't really stood a chance. They trapped him... tied him up and on the next second, he lost his consciousness.

As he opened his eyes, he quickly noticed that he was in a big arena, facing a grim looking troll. His body felt heavy, than he realized that he was wearing a heavy plate armor and had an huge axe in his right hand. Seeing the goblins around him, cheering and screaming wildly, his soul filled with anger.... he raged for the first time in his life. A wild, devastating scream came out of his throat and seconds after that... he stormed at the troll. Seconds after that, only a bloody mass reminded of the troll. After Kaeros came back to his senses... he realised what he had done and he cried, for the first and only time in his life bitter tears.

Following up were 6 years of fighting, fighting and again... fighting. Kaeros was like a machine. Eliminating everyone who stood in his way. His good-natured heart erased itself of all morals and pity. Injuries were nothing to him, even with a broken arm or rips he fought on... scars of varoius battles still are to be seen on his body. Then, after he reached an age of 51... he suddenly was freed. The Goblins did not answered him why. They just let him go. Kaeros was... overwhelmed. His mind was blank and his hooves did not know which way to go. He was alone. No one said what he had to do. It was only himself and his axe. As his view crossed a sign with "Orgrimmar" on it... he started walking. Wandering what might come next in this new life that he has been given.