Machk

Information

Player: RiffRaff.

Character Full Name: Machk Grimjaw.

Character In-Game Name: Machk.

Race: Tauren.

Class: Druid.

Skills and Abilities: While decent at working with herbs, Machk's considers his skills lay best in when he allows himself to transform into his feline or avian forms.

Age: 95.

Sex: Male.

Hair: Black.

Eyes: Grey.

Weight: 528 lbs.

Height: 8’7.

Appearance

He will wear little else than what is necessary, never really concerned if anything matches so long as they serve their purpose. The only things that he seems to care for about his attire would be a wolf mask and staff.

When not wearing his wolf mask, one can see the remains of very bad burns going across his face and eyes. This is visible in all of his forms.

Personality

Machk is not exactly kind, or forgiving. His full loyalty goes solely his fellow Shu’Halo and nature, though he will be respectful to the Orcs or Trolls if the occasion calls for it (Or if he feels as if they deserve it). When it doesn’t however, he has no problem showing his distaste for what he feels are the ‘lesser-races’ of Azeroth. While usually known to be a grumpy, ill-patient, and perhaps tiny bit racist old bull, Machk is able to display a tolerable side on occasion. Using less growls and easing up on his blunt and harsh comments. This is usually when he feels like it, or has faith in the person he is speaking to.

History

Machk, while not angry and embittered as he is now, could have been considered to be overly serious and rather pessimistic as a calf. This was more than likely due to his mentor and father, who was also very serious and rather pessimistic throughout his life as Machk knew him. His mother, from what he had been told from his father during the rare times he spoke of her, had been a kind and loving Shu'Halo but had been killed in a Centaur raid, along with the tribe they had once belonged too.

When asked for more information Machk's father would either go silent or quickly give him a task, this got to a point where Machk simply gave up asking and took it as it was.

Their lives passed in relative companionable silence. Machk's father who had spent nearly all his life learning the ways of druidism began to teach his son the same lessons he learned, and occasionally learning together. This changed little with the passing of his father, but with his lose Machk became more and more solitary and with that, aggressive.

A huge change to Machk's originally solitary lifestyle came during a hunt in the Barrens and a misplaced jump that left him clinging to a ledge. Unable to claw his way up, he fell to the ground. Laying under the sun in the Barren's heat, Machk believed himself about to walk with the Earthmother until a passing tribe found him.

With their help and kindness Machk was treated for his injuries and adopted into the tribe despite his slight social awkwardness. It was with this tribe that Machk joined in the campaign against the Centaur and caravan into Mulgore. But when the battle was over, and Mulgore claimed as Tauren lands, Machk found himself with little to no tribe left, and he became bitter. In his mind Mulgore was not enough for the losses, and that the Orcs may have gotten the better end of the deal. They gained a home, they were re-taught the ways of the Shaman, and they seemed to quickly forget that it was the Tauren who did this for them. They appeared to Machk all too willing to ignore what the Tauren gave and insist on the Tauren devoting themselves to the Orcs. They took what had been given for granted, and in doing so would drag many of the Tauren people into unneeded conflicts. Of course, he never bothered to try and look past his anger and bitterness. Never bothered to even try seeing the actions of some just as the actions of some and not a whole.

Instead he reverted back to his original lifestyle, setting out to live as a protector of nature. Or at least what he thought of as a protector, spending most of his time in feral forms. Occasionally coming across moments where he would almost lose touch with himself and embrace the animal. For many years he lived like this, rarely setting hoof into cities and around others.

On the occasions where he did venture out into more domesticated areas Machk would often do one or two things. Gather as much information as he could on the happenings of the world around him, and/or anger others. The news he often sought for would be word on his people, and the events of the lessers so that he could think of methods that would give him the chance to crush them while helping the two things he loved most. His people and nature.