Shakaar

Information

Player: MrBubbles

Character Full Name: Shakaar Rumblehoof

Character In-Game Name: Shakaar

Nickname(s): Shak

Association(s): The Horde

Race: Tauren

Class: Warrior

Age: 56

Sex: Male

Fur/mane: Black fur bearing numerous cuts and scars, accompanied by a black mane.

Eyes: The one that still remains is a dull blue. The other, however, is covered by a black eyepatch, and a scar can be seen running from brow to cheekbone.

Weight: Nearing seven-hundred pounds. Damn huge.

Height: 9'6". Again, damn huge.

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Though certainly capable of wearing bulky plate armor due to his massive frame, Shakaar prefers leather and mail for better mobility during battle. He's usually found in full battle regalia, and doesn't wear much else. He prefers a nice, gigantic axe or maul to a "wimpy little sword" any day.

Other: He keeps his horns sharpened to a deadly point, due to his constant use of them as impaling devices. They just point forward so conveniently.

Personality

You'd think that with his massive and intimidating frame, Shakaar might possess a personality to go with it. However, this bovine powerhouse isn't as aggressive as most would be quick to assume. Though quick to become frustrated with something he doesn't understand, he is not often outwardly aggressive or malicious. This bull isn't the brightest of the bunch (Herd?), and can become confused by the simplest of concepts. He'll often need whoever is telling him to do something (That's normally the case anyways) to repeat it, again and again. He isn't in full agreement with taking lives for no reason, but has no qualms with smacking a pinkie or two upside the head if told to do so.

When someone who has gained his trust is with him long enough, Shakaar will confide most of his respect in that person (Or persons) and defer to them on most matters, ranging from what type of ale they'd like to whether or not Shakaar should stop the pinkie charging towards them with a sword. Shakaar will also become very protective of this person (Meaning that they've just earned themselves a small house as a bodyguard). However, this "protectorate" is liable to change at any moment, or whenever Shakaar meets someone else who he decides he doesn't want to go away. This protectorate is also liable to be a small, furry animal - He has a fondness for small animals, and will occasionally befriend one and carry it with him.

History

Shakaar had always been the big one in his small clan. Perhaps his size was the reason that he had learned to hunt and use weapons earlier than others his age. Maybe it was why the elders had deemed him destined to become a great warrior. He didn't know, and he didn't care to find out. It was all too complicated for him. Instead, he focused his childhood (Calf-hood?) on honing his hunting skills and becoming the warrior his elders had predetermined.

For most of his late adolescent years, Shakaar spent his time training and hunting, bringing the massive pelts of kodos he had strangled with his bare hands back to his village. It was after one of these hunting escapades that Shakaar had returned to find the village thrown into chaos - The centaur had attacked while he was gone. Though unarmed and unarmored, Shakaar dropped the pelt he was carrying and heedlessly threw himself into the fray, not caring what became of himself. All he wanted was for these beasts to leave those he loved alone and for him to go back to his normal life - what he was used to.

It was probably after he had released the neck of one lifeless centaur's that he had heard the war-drums. Maybe it was while he was grappling with another one that he had spotted green figures careening down an adjacent valley on the backs of what looked like wolves. Shakaar couldn't be certain about that part. Most of the battle was a blur to him. But he could definitely be certain about the part when furious, high-pitched war cries filed the air as the green figures barreled into the village, hacking at centaur with massive, vicious war-axes. Shakaar could only watch in dumbfounded astonishment as these figures made quick work of the centaur.

Shakaar continued to be rooted to the spot where he had dropped snapped the centaur's neck until well after the battle and someone had told him that it was over. He didn't speak, however, until someone explained the full situation to him in grueling detail - how the orcish Horde had come to the rescue of the village and driven out the raiding centaur.

It was after this encounter - and after Shakaar had made sense of what had happened for himself (Which happened to take awhile) - that Shakaar had decided to pledge his life to the Horde to repay them for saving his village and his life. Since then, he has done little but work for the Horde, tirelessly doing whatever anyone told him to do.