Kharag

Information

Player: Mikain

Character Full Name: Kharag Deadspite

Character In-Game Name: Kharag

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Race: Orc

Class: Graven One

Age: 45 at beginning of his training. He hasn't aged since.

Sex: Male

Hair: A tall, deep purple mohawk usually runs the length of his head. Though if he is feeling lazy he may just leave it in a wild state.

Eyes: Red

Weight: 306

Height: 6' 7"

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Appearance

A suit of armor made of bone and shadow, one of the specialties of the Graven one. He also carries his bone scythe, which he has accentuated with axe blades so he would feel more comfortable wielding it.

Other: As with his ghoulish follower, he looks dead, though not quite as obviously. He has the characteristics, bags under his eyes, visible cheekbones, but nothing as major as random skin falling off his face. The line between life and death for a graven one is blurred, as they seemingly transition into the state. (Much like Arthas did.)

Personality

Kharag is not one for random torture or random murder; he retains his code of honor in his current state. That is not to say he is above killing or torturing if the situation calls for it. He is outwardly a grumpy old man, but still just friendly enough that he can be relied upon; though making friends is not a priority in the least. He is a nomadic man of science, or so he is in his own opinion. Kharag has also been known to be rather full of himself at times, and incredibly cheap.

History

Kharag was born on the orc home-world of Draenor. Even though he was born after the drinking of Mannoroth's blood, he still battled in both the first and second wars; his weapon of choice was a large two handed axe. Kharag fell prey to the same lethargy that most of the Orcs did during their internment camp days. Though, that did not stop him from asking the older Orcs about there powers, about the Necrolytes of the first war. He was abnormally interested in them, having fought alongside them in their reanimated death knight state before. And so he continued like this, gathering as much information as he could. Then he hit a snag. They were all gone, there were no Necrolytes around to show them how they do what they do. He felt defeated, and the want he felt for the magic slowly started to fade. By the time Thrall arrived Kharag was as weary and useless looking as ever. They took fighting away, they took his desires away; yet he still gathered himself up and escaped the internment camp's clutches.

During his time in Thrall's horde Kharag learned a great many things, such as that his chances of learning the ways of the Necrolytes was slim to none. He had just about given up when they took the ships to the west. The Orcs had helped a group of trolls, and trolls had new unknown magic. He spent a lot of his time asking questions and finding what he could about their ways, perhaps they had something similar to the Orcish Necrolytes. But it seemed they didn't, and with that Kharag's patience was nearing its end. He defaulted one day after the third war and went off with a group of mercenaries, one of which was a Forsaken Graven One, and soon to be Kharag's teacher. He spent the next couple years with this mentor, learning everything the man knew.

Once he could learn no more from the Forsaken Kharag set out on his own, becoming a nomadic practitioner of the Graven ways. While trudging through the desert he came across the bones of a massive beast, and he wanted to bring life to them. But they were much to big, so he settled for a nearby troll half buried in his armor.