Skraap

Information

Player: ThaKilo

Character Full Name: Skraap Shadowblade

Character In-Game Name: Skraap

Nickname(s): Skar

Association(s): Orgrimmar (The Cleft of Shadows more specifically, with the Shattered Hand), Ravenholdt Manor.

Race: Orc

Class: Rogue, Assassin, Spy.

Skills and Abilities: Extremely adaptable to many situations, utilizing his rogue abilities effectively.

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Hair: Jet Black long and unkept.

Eyes: Light Blue

Scale: 1.01

Height: 6'7"

Weight: 390 lbs

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: He always utilizes light armor to move freely, using his agility to keep the upper hand on his opponent. Raised off of the streets he has been known to wear scuffed up armor or even rags in the hardest of his times. If he is in baggy clothes they are likely filled with food and other goods stolen perhaps out of your own pocket.

Other: He has a tattoo given to him as a child that resembles to the great rogue Garona Halforcen, as a symbol for him to become a great warrior and assassin. Also has a massive scar from his right shoulder down and across his chest from a failed assassination attempt on an Alliance officer.

Personality

A young man with an ambitious mind, though many may not know it. He has a cold attitude toward anyone who is not within his close circle of friends. He is very mysterious and quiet and doesn't speak much of his past as he likes to only look forward. He tries to do good, but isn't afraid to move outside of the law to get what he needs, and kills without an emotion on his face. He shrugs his shoulders when he carries himself, not in a lack of confidence, just from a life of pain. He always is tense, not smart to sneak up on him, you will quickly find a blade to your neck as he is one of the fastest people you will meet. He hardly talks but when he does its a deep powerful voice. Influenced by wealth, respect, and power, he will not stop till he has achieved them all, but above all vengeance is what he seeks most. On his off time after a hard battle he drinks a lot, though the alcohol never seems to affect him. He fears none and is motivated by success.

Alignment: Completely Neutral.

History

Born into the Shadowblade clan his father was a great warrior in the first and second war. His mother was a subtle orc who had quick hands and sticky fingers and taught him many of the skills he would need to survive on the outside of his birthplace in a internment camp. At only the age of 7 the orcs, with the help of the Warchief Thrall, broke out of the camps and escaped to Kalimdor. His parents had not survived the escape, slain in front of his eyes. The pain brought by it was unbearable and he was known not to smile since that day.

Once back in Kalimdor he settled by himself in the inner city of Orgrimmar where he stole and progressed his stealth skills to survive. With the distraction of the Third war it was easy for him to rob houses and stalls for goods and food. Soon the Shattered Hand, inside of the Cleft of Shadows had noticed him using his slightly above average stealth skills and offered him a mentor-ship and a roof above his head. At only the age of 10 he could not refuse and accepted without a second thought not knowing what kind of training they would put him through.

For the next 7 years, he went through rigorous training through the Shattered Hand as they trained him to become a high ranking Assassin, not just some petty thief, in hopes of one day him to achieve greatness. Teaching him the arts of stealth, spying, disguise, thieving, and most importantly assassination. At the age of 17 he was ready for the real world and abandoned his mentors. He grabbed his daggers and packed his bag full of food and what little money he had gathered throughout the years. And with only the clothes on his back, blades on his hip, and food in his bag, he stepped outside of the gates of Orgrimmar for the first time since he was 9. His emotions cold from his losses and ready to join forces if necessary to gain vengeance on the Alliance for what he had done to his family. He vowed to not let his family name die.

Now a journeyman of subtly and poisons, he was ready to strike his foes down by any means necessary. He climbed on his mount and took in his surroundings, all of his fellow adventurer's around him, staring at the newly emerged shadow warrior. He raised his dagger to the sky and roared: "I am Skraap of the Shadowblade clan, my family had died, but the name has not! I will not stop till my vengeance is grasped out of the dead bodies of my Alliance foes! My dagger will drain every vein in their body and we shall bathe in the pool of victory!" the fellow adventurers roared as the speech ended. His dagger gleamed in the light, it didn't reflect one way, the light seemed to reflect in all directions off of the dagger. He let out a roar as his mount lifted him into the air, he was ready, ready for killing... battle... vengeance.

He was young, but his skill was impressive for his age. Unfortunately he was over his head when he decided to carry out his promises. Taking a Zeppelin from Orgrimmar to the Undercity, he was now on his way back to his birthplace, inside Hillsbrad Foothills. After a day of travel he had now arrived to Tarren Mill and slowly progressed across the river, careful to not alert his Alliance foes by using his above average skills in subtly. He blew through the forest as gracefully as the wind itself. Arriving to the area of the internment camp he was born at, he camped nearby for a week, watching every move of the Alliance soldiers, waiting for the right moment to strike on their officer to cause chaos and return later before a replacement came and wiped the rest of them out. Only one tactical strike, using his Guerrilla type style warfare, he was planning to make on the Alliance. He waited patiently and finally found his moment to strike. 12 AM of the 7th day exactly he saw his moment. The officer's hut was not guarded this night as most of the soldiers were given the night off to enjoy themselves at the bar. He crept quietly into the officers hut where he found his writing a letter by the candle light on his desk. He snuck up to him and struck him, stunning the officer. "In the name of my family, I will decimate the Alliance army, starting with your life!" The Officer snapped out of the stun and whipped around in a vicious fashion slamming Skraap in the chest, sending him into the bookcase and wall behind him. The man mumbled some unrecognizable words to the orc in an aggressive voice, then charged Skraap bringing his blade down toward his neck. Skraap dodged barely, grabbing some blinding powder out of his bag he then tossed it into the officers eyes and sprinted out of the hut realizing he was clearly out matched and vowed to return one day, cursing at himself for being so weak.

Skraap limped off deep into the mountains to avoid confrontation with anymore Alliance and to heal his wounds. What he had found he had not expected. A large manor sat right in the middle of the mountains, he tired to hide and recover in secrecy as he could not move much farther with his injuries and had to make camp, but the residents were much too clever to know they had someone on their land. Within minutes of him settling in he found himself surrounded by rogues and a blade to his throat as he felt the man behind him whisper on his neck "Don't move puny orc." Skraap's muscles tightened, he did not dare move in fear of the consequences, but he kept his cool. They stood there for a moment when one of the rogues claimed "He is injured sir, and it looks pretty bad." The leader of the band of rogues glanced down at Skraap's injures and spoke firmly "What are your intentions here Orc, what has happened to you?" Skraap stayed silent, hardly able to move and speak due to the large gash across his chest and the rogue leader's blade to his throat. "We will offer you help Orc until you are healed as your injuries seem very extreme, you must relax now your heart is beating too fast, soon you will..." As those words slipped out of the man's mouth Skraap felt the world start to spin and his head, seemingly, lift into the air, but it did the exact opposite as his world went black.

Skraap woke up in a sudden rush. He looked around him, he was in a dark dungeon on a makeshift bed and his wounds wrapped up tightly in some now bloody bandages. "Ahh, you're finally awake" a mysterious voice said, as a dark silhouette appeared from the shadows "You were hurt pretty bad, you're lucky we took you in, you passed out from blood loss and probably would've died if we had not showed up at all." Skraap stayed quiet, not letting his guard down just yet. The dark figure appeared from the darkness into the little light coming through the dungeons tiny windows. "This is Ravenholdt Manor, we train the most elite of rogues to become deadly assassins, me? I am a captain here at the manor. A high ranking assassin." The man had a stern look as he spoke to Skraap. Skraap stared up at the man moving slightly, then grabbing his wounds quickly, forgetting about them "You.. train assassins?" Skraap said as he winced in pain. The captain nodded. "Yes, we stay in the mountains to keep our secrecy, most of Azeroth does not know of our existence." Skraap nods as the thought of asking him to train Skraap ran through his head. "So young orc, may i ask, what happened to you? Where did you come from? How did you get such a injury?" Skraap looks down at this wound in embarrassment and stays quiet for a moment. "I.. made a mistake and attempted to carry out some promises i had made much too early.. I am much too weak.." He said with his head hung. The captain nodded and spoke again "What is your name young orc?" Skraap looked up quickly and stared at the captain and said with a fire in his eyes "I am Skraap, Skraap Shadowblade! I must progress my skills further.. I mustn't stop till my family's name is avenged and my skill surpasses all!" The captain raises a brow at the orc short story. "Some high ambitions you have there orc." Skraap nodded and asked the captain "Please sir, you must let me train here. I only wish to become the best and need the training." The man looked down and raised his brow once more "We will see once your injuries are healed. In the meantime get some rest. We have food upstairs if you want to come get some. Your injuries are healing fairly fast for how immense they were, so you should be able to walk, I'll see you when you are ready." Skraap nodded and laid back on his makeshift bed as the man walked back up the stairs. A million thoughts ran through Skraap's head but the only one that kept coming back was being accepted to train here, he knew where he had to go to progress his skill now, he only had to impress the men of the assassin's manor enough to be accepted now.

As Skraap moved slowly up the stairs from his injury he noticed the whole room get quiet as he entered, and they all stared at him, then slowly continued their conversations, as no one had anything to say to him. An orc dressed in all white (which was odd as the rest of the people were dressed in black) approached him. "I am Master Kang, I am also the one who healed you, you're welcome. You had a nasty gouge deep in your chest, you're lucky you lasted as long as you did and we came when we had." Skraap examined the orc for a moment and simply stated "Thanks." and nodded his head in a approving motion. Master Kang nodded his head in the same way and walked off, continuing a conversation with a few of the other men. Skraap noticed the captain eating at a table filled with men, he approached slowly. "Ah orc, you finally decided to join us." The captain stated, Skraap nodded as the man pointed toward a table filled with food "Feel free to help yourself." Skraap looked over at the table full of delicious looking food and realized he had not eaten for a day or two, it was hard to tell how long he had been in that dungeon. He wanted to go grab a huge plate of food but that had to wait for the moment. "Thank you, sir, but i must know first if you will train me. Nothing is more important to me at this moment.. I need to train so i may master the art's of the assassin." The captain nodded. "We will see young rogue, speak to Master Kang once you are healed, he will decide to train you or not." Skraap nodded and headed for the food, grabbing a massive plate full before sitting against the wall all alone, staring over the crowd of assassins as he chewed his food.

Week's passed and Skraap's wounds had fully healed, as he was always a quick healer, a trait he received from his bloodline. Skraap approached Master Kang and spoke with confidence "Master, I wish you to train me in the ways of the assassin if you will, I need the training to progress my skills farther." Kang looked at the only other orc in the Manor with his brow raised "Is that so young rogue? Well how do you feel? Has your injuries completely healed yet?" "Yes, i feel great. Never better." Skraap responded. Kang nodded and motioned him to follow. They arrived to the training circle outside of the manor as another assassin awaited Skraap in the ring. "Now Skraap, I want you to fight this man. He is already a full fledged assassin, but he will not hurt you, I would just like to see where you are at in your skill level." Skraap started stretching and limbering up "It's not me you should be worried about." Skraap muttered under his breath. He and the man stood at the center of the ring and stared at each other in an almost hateful way. "Are you two ready? Begin!" Master Kang shouted. Immediately the assassin thrusted both his daggers at Skraap, Skraap swung both his dagger up intercepting the attacks and knocking the daggers completely out of the assassins hands. Skraap then kicked him in the chest sending him backward and causing him to stagger, unstable on his feet and unable to do much but recover from the kick backwards. Skraap stepped into the shadows as he launched his target backwards and appeared right behind him, he did a swift punch to the kidney making the assassin reach for his side, stunning him. That's when Skraap had done a quick but powerful leg sweep, taking the mans legs right out from under him, still stunned from the shot to the kidney he landed flat on his face. Skraap kneeled on his back and held the dagger to his throat "Game over." He whispered. "That is enough Skraap" Master Kang said "That was most impressive, I was not even expecting you to win. We have a bright future ahead of us..."

A year has passed since then, and Skraap has finished some of his training, but is the training really ever done? He now ventures from city to city occasionally, picking up quests and gear, but he resides inside the Ravenholdt manor with his fellow assassins. Born for war, he will not stop till his once powerful clan is back to its historic strength. Though even he, himself, did not realize the secret powers his bloodline had held. His accessory's will grant him their abilities over time and through his kin. A great future lies ahead of this young assassin.