Rannaz

Information

Player: Snuggley

Character Full Name: Rannaz

Character In-Game Name: Rannaz

Nickname(s): Ran

Association(s): Twilight’s Hammer

Race: Orc

Class: Dark Shaman

Age: 24

Sex: Female

Hair: Dark Red Mohawk

Eyes: Brown

Scale/Height: 1.15/6’10”

Skills and Abilities

Rannaz's skills are what you would expect from a novice in shamanism, though with a wider array of usage with the elements. This is because through Dark Shamanism, she has taken the ability to use the element's power, rather than earned this. This means that while her raw spellpower is increased, her actual expertise in casting them means the more advanced spells are thus far lost to her. She is more comfortable with tamer elements, such as Water and Wind. She will not hesitate to force earth to her will, though she is cautious about using Fire and the Wilds, the more unpredictable elements. Even so, in a battle she won't be found at the rear casting spells with the mages. She has an axe and a shield, and they are her primary weapons.

While the axe fits comfortably in her hands as with most orcs, she has also taken a liking to shields. More-so Tower Shields and Pavise's rather than bucklers or kite shields, she enjoys the protection it offers while she's readying a spell or making a push under fire. She will suffer the lack of mobility gladly if it means higher survivability. And while she may not be the best, she'll make the elements make up for it when she can.

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Rannaz is most often found in loose purple robes, supplemented with chain-mail down the body and legs. In colder temperatures, she’ll wear a heavy fur cloak.

Personality

Rannaz is a hard line mixture between a powerful sorcerer and an unbelievable coward. When in battle, she’ll be as fearless and bloodthirsty as the rest of them- so long as they’re winning. When she starts seeing her allies fall, she’s one of the first to make a quick retreat.

Out of the fight, Rannaz is a jumpy, selfish individual. Constantly looking around, and re-checking her surroundings. Rannaz suffers from the typical craziness worshiping old gods tends to bring about, which most often manifests in hearing voices. She’ll occasionally see things and people who simply are not there. At the very worst of times however, she has prolonged translocational and interactive illusions. These illusions themselves often involve her being tortured on a rack, being sliced up by knives. She doesn’t enjoy those very much. When she’s stuck in this kind of hallucination, she generally slumps to the floor in a daze.

Naturally, this only fuels the orc’s neurotic-ism. She’s slow to warm up to the other cultists, or really anyone she meets. Fearing that they could be just another illusion, or perhaps an infiltrator who’d turn it into a reality. The orc is squeamish when it comes to her own blood, and leaves the torture of prisoners or slaves to their handlers if one makes offense. Her actions are almost always driven by fear, whether it be fear of the pain of failure, or the fear of her psyche.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

History

Rannaz was born a short time after the Second War, to an Orcish mother and father. She was too young to remember when the clan stopped their worshiping of Oblivion, and by the time she was attending the grim sermons of the clan’s nihilistic masters, the worshiping of Old Gods had begun. She and her family lived in a small outpost near the cursed fortress of Grim Batol, a meager life with little food or comfort to offer. As the clan transitioned into a cult, times were less grueling as their numbers increased. There was still little time for childlike things like playing or frolicking, nigh any at all really. She was pushed constantly by both mother and father, both veterans of the Second War and dark mystics in their own right. They were keen on seeing Azeroth’s destruction, and were determined to assure their child would be one of those who would deliver such a fate, and be rewarded for it.

As both her parents practiced the art of dark shamanism, twisting and bending elements to their will, it would only be natural that they trained their pup to do so as well. When she wasn’t laboring away around the camp or the yurt they lived in, her head was being filled with her parents tales of war- and the great power that their dark art promised. It’s fairly safe to say that Rannaz was brainwashed from an early age into servitude of the Old Gods. She saw no wrong in the sacrifices or the twisted spells and actions of her cult, simply because it was the only option that had ever been presented to her. It was the way things were, and would continue to be until the apparently rapid approaching End Times.

She had little in the way of friends as she grew to age, numbers of others her age very few and she thought that those joining the cult from other races were quite strange indeed. Though, the cult was her family just as her mother and father were, it can be said that she holds little prejudice or hatred toward Alliance races as other orcs very well do. So long as they all worship the same gods, that is. As the cult started to gain momentum over the years- and Rannaz matured beyond childhood, the training from her parents was pushed from study to practice. It was her father that taught her the method of stealing spells and power from Azeroth’s often hateful , restless elements, And it was her mother who preached the method of befouling and poisoning such energies to her will. Not only was she becoming an adept in this dark magistry, she was also growing a powerful body and frame. “A good backup plan,” her parents would call it, being able to hold an axe should the elements fail her.

But that wasn’t the only thing growing in Rannaz, there was an itching claw in the back of her mind that differed from the will of her dark masters. While many of those who willingly serve a doom cult can rightfully be called “Mad,” that was merely from the promise of power and luxury to be awarded after the world’s demise. Rannaz’s madness was a much more practical kind, perhaps a shred of consciousness or sanity working behind the scenes as she started shifting from practice to utilization of her dark shamanism. The more power she seemed to gain, the whispers she’d catch out of the wind. Her parents would note that if left alone, there were times she’d be stuck in some form of stupor- and often wouldn’t leave it unless struck somehow. They surely affirmed themselves that it was their dark masters instructing her, and when they busied her with more work and training it seemed to happen less often.

However, Rannaz’s times in the company of her parents and that little campgrounds nestled in the hills surrounding the Wetlands were coming to a rapid close. She had reached adulthood, and her parents thought her time to prove that she was capable of serving the cult under her own power. She fought alongside the minor raids the cult would perform on it’s neighbors, and since she survived that it seemed time for a larger test. By this time the Twilight’s Hammer was vast and powerful, as many had joined their ranks across the globe after the fall of the Lich King. After the Destroyer’s emergence from the depths of the earth, and with the Old Gods rising from their endless slumber- It was the time they had been waiting for. The dark shaman left rotting wooden palisades that surrounded the minor camp one last time, ready to fight for the world’s destruction. And more importantly she hoped, achieve the unending favor and security of those she worshiped.