Ovlin

Information

Player: Rensin

Character Full Name: Ovlin Stronghoof

Character In-Game Name: Ovlin

Nickname(s): Ovvy, Hoof, Burly McCowman

Association(s): The Horde

Race: Tauren

Class: Warrior

Age: 35

Sex: Male

Hair: Tan/Blondish With Tan Horns

Eyes: Very light Green

Weight: 602 Lbs

Height: 8'2

Usual Garments/Armor: He's usually in a mix of heavy tribal/leather armor, and often exposes his bare chest or most of it, confident in his natural stamina and ability to take a hit. (Although this is mostly due to foolish pride and has let him to more than a few scars.)

Personality

Ovlin is a very proud creature, with a sense of duty to his people and the Orcish Horde. He's able to take orders very well without worrying much about what people may say, and will fulfill whatever is asked of him to the best of his ability. He'll defend those he cares about until his dying breath, and has a very soft heart for one as big as he is, and sometimes can be caught romanticizing "the good life", or what he pictures it to be. He'd love to raise children on an area of land while growing crops and tending to Kodo.

When in battle, he's able to hold his own for quite a while, self-taught with the ways of the sword, favoring using two handers, either on their own or duel wielded (To of course show off his ability to do so to the ladies), however two at once can often drain his stamina, hence why he usually favors only one over two at a time.

History

Born as a nomad like practically all of his kind, Ovvy was taught at an early age to fear the mighty Centaur and their pillaging, looting hoard of destruction. His father guided by fear told him many stories where the Centaur had caused pain and havoc for his people, unwittingly giving his son the motivation for becoming a warrior, making the boy to want to become a fierce fighter that could take on the Centaur.

Around his younger years, he was taught how to hunt, and along with that how to fight when needed. This was downplayed due to the fact that his kind usually picked up camp and left before the Centaur could be engaged in a fight, to stop any sort of death or dismay that might happen.

On his own time, Ovvy trained with the other children, believing (and mostly hoping) that someday they'd be able to take on the Centaur.

His life went on, and his people grew more and more hungry, until they faced starvation at the hands of the cruel Centaur. Then came the Orcs. Fierce warriors not afraid to take up the sword to help the Tauren, in return for an alliance of the two races. Ovvy jumped at the chance to be one of the warrior to help take on the Centaur, and showed off his ability to fight in battle, finally proving to his father that it was possible for his people (With help from the Orcs!) to take what was rightfully theirs.

From that moment on, Ovvy considered himself a proud member of the Horde. He fought alongside his new Orcish brothers, and the Darkspear Trolls against the Alliance. He engaged in quite a few battles in the war, losing friends and even family on the way.

Once things died down after the war, Ovvy tried to pursue a life of siring children, and living out his days on a farm. However, finding a mate was hard going, as it seemed to him a lot of his kind had settled since making their homes around Thunderbluff, and it seemed that some of the more lazy of his tribe took what was in Ovvy's mind "The good, Child-bearing women."

Currently, he's on the move around Azeroth. He's taken part in a few skirmishes here and there since the Third War, but nothing more than that as he's been trying to settle down. He's hoping he won't have to pick up his sword again, but will do so if he finds a cause worthier than mating...

Or maybe he'll find a way to do both?