Ahote

Information

Player: RiffRaff

Character Full Name: Ahote Grimjaw

Character In-Game Name: Ahote

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): Thunderbluff

Race: Tauren

Class: Hunter

Skills and Abilities: Is good with raptors.

Age: 79

Sex: Male

Pelt: His pelt is covered in a simple black and white pattern, nothing very remarkable about it.

Hair: He has little to no facial hair and the rest he cuts his mane short to keep it out of the way.

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 412 lbs.

Height: 8'1

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Seeing the skins of his kills as a gift from the Earthmother he will wear little else but leather. He of course makes a small exception to a small cloth hat he wears almost constantly.

Weaponry: Slung over his massive back is a well worn but still useable hunting rifle. At his side is a skinning knife.

Personality

Ahote doesn't anger quickly, or at least, tries to keep his visible temper in check. Preferring to remain quiet and watch out a dispute than take an open part in it.

In general, he often prefers to keep himself quiet. Having grown use to many other quickly assuming things or judging him due to his race and size. Even if he is not one of the largest Shu'Halo out there. Though, he is rather quick to start talking to a random beast, as if they could hold a conversation.

History

Since the time he was a calf Ahote has loved the thrill of the hunt, possessing the patience and cunning to track his prey for days till he would take the opportunity to strike. At a young age he was allowed the task of scouting ahead of his small tribe to keep a look out for the centaur or to follow the trails of the kodo that they heavily relied on. But the simple fields of Mulgore as well as the occasional trip to the Barrens weren't enough for him, and the tasks given quickly bored him. Often he would dream about the lands that lay beyond, curious about the beasts that lay hidden in these distant lands and the lessons they had to offer.

When the time came were he could wield his own gun Ahote departed from his tribe. With the spirit of the hunt guiding him he set out to explore Azeroth with the full intent of seeing all it had to offer and learn from it until he no longer could.

Along his travels, rather early on in fact, he came across a rather odd trait he never knew he had. While traveling through the lands of the Barrens. Ahote came across a rather common sight, but to him it was something intriguing. From a distance, he watched a group of raptors take on one of the few kodo that wander through the region. Likely old and sick and seeking the graveyard in Desolace. He instantly became impressed with their tactics, speed, and skill, seeing in them true marks of hunters. And he longed to learn more of them.

After much time and effort, long talks with Trolls and trying to understand their thick accents, wandering the desert lands looking for signs, he managed to come across something he thought would never occur. The egg of a raptor. An item he readily took and cared for till it one day hatched, giving him his closest friend and loyal companion. Littleblood.