Bohar

Information

Player: dannyhero

Character Full Name: Bohar Blademaw

Character In-Game Name: Bohar

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): The Bladetongue Clan, Laughing Skull Clan.

Race: Orc

Class: Rogue

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Hair: Black, can only be told by the stubble left from his regular trimming of hair.

Eyes: Red

Weight: 332 lbs.

Height: 6'10"

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Appearance

He's a very tall, very bulky orcish male, his face often covered in a layer of stubble. His eyes are often tired looking, a restless tired, intensity that haunts about the areas around him, constantly keeps a vigil for attack. He's lean and well built, he's covered in various self-repaired wounds, many cauterization burns, shoddy jobs of stitching, always the quick fixes. Other then a Laughing Skull tattoo on his hip, and a deep scar from his neck, up to his upper lip, he doesn't have any distinguishing features.

Personality

The defining aspect of his personality is power. More then just survival, to thrive, to only fight if fighting will result in you proving your power over the enemy. Pride, money, honor, none of it matters to Bohar, simply power, he'll take a punch, he'll take a beating, without protest or retaliation, if he gets what he desires from it. In Bohar's mind, power is not just in physical strength, but manipulation, force of arms, information, but most of all, the will to act, to do what is needed. To sacrifice more, and fight harder then the enemy is ever willing to, that is victory, and victory, is survival. A twisted, dark code of honor, that is simple, win, no matter what. Bohar doesn't have any exact goals or aspirations other the to keep on doing what he has, to grow so powerful, he will not lift a finger to smite those who stand against him, perhaps a legion of assassins or something, who knows.

Until then, he fights his way to victory, no conscience, no morals, no remorse. He believes attachment is weakness, and to have no weakness, is to give no targets, so no mate, no children, no friends of family, no permanent holdings, or possessions he would be unwilling to part with, even his body is expendable if he may fight to survive, a coyote chewing off it's leg to escape a trap so to speak.

History

Born into an internment camp to his mother alone, she would tell him she had killed his father not a few months before her capture for bedding another mate. His mother sighed fondly often when she remembered how delightful it was to poison his grog. To weaken him for the lengthy night of torture that followed, doesn't she sound like the loving nurturing type? As he grew, his mother taught him all she could of the arts of theft, subtlety, trickery, manipulation, and assassination, in the confines of the camp, until she was murdered by a Warsong who found her tattoo, still remembering the Laughing Skull's capture of Grom Hellscream, he proceeded to horrifically murder her while Bohar slaved over breaking some rocks. The many hours later when he found his mother, he spent the time looking at her body, contemplating death and existence, until the wardens say her corpse and took it away to be disposed of. Leaving Bohar now with nothing but the knowledge she had given him, and the body she birthed him with, the only thing he was ever to love.

Time went on and Bohar practiced his skills, swindling the fellow inmates and getting into fights, often losing at first, finding time in the night to make certain they had an accident later. He grew weary of his time inside this camp. The stone walls that stopped him, and choked the life of the proud orcish race. He decided it was time to put all this practice to work, and flee from the stone walls, a taking job that took many nights work, but eventually he managed to leap into a cart of manure and soon found himself in a field, on his way to freedom, killing the driver of the cart, and stealing himself a horse, later to find himself in the midst of a group of Warsong Raiders, who still evaded the capture of the Alliance, he convinced them to take him under their wing, obviously not mentioning his clan of origin, sliding into the ranks to be taught the skills of a Warsong scout and combatant, later he would do his part to liberate the other orcs from their servitude, following them all the way across the sea to Kalimdor, fighting still, under the Warsong banner, for much of his life he was under the guise of Reb'har Neckbreaker, doing his part to combat elves in Ashenvale and gain whatever knowledge of martial combat he could from this group of powerful warriors.

He went as far as drinking the Fel-Blood of Mannoroth. During his time waring, he came across a pair of orcs, Kuro, and Jurek Bladetongue, whom he grew close to, and soon enough, found himself sharing a common origin, the Laughing Skull, curious as to the nature of something he had never known before, he spoke to them, and followed them back to Kuro's other son and daughter in Kalimdor. The girl Reka used her usual methods to catch his attention, and he grew terribly attracted to the girl, but due to his loner nature, the idea of weakness and the animal nature of living beings, he found himself running for her, and leaving the Bladetongues to find his life as a assassin and thief for hire. He was always small time, ripping off stores and killing lowly grunts and such on simple grudges, he grew bored of the work and saw he had little to gain from it, and started off once again, nomadic moving about the world, doing what he could with the skills he had, on a quest to gain more. Over the coarse of many operations that took place at night, he began to gain an addiction to drugs and substances to keep himself alert, less a guard who finds him on a shadowing assignment kill him due to fatigue, as well, it is known, that when you fight, it is impossible to do so without getting harmed, Bohar would not let this hinder his performance any more then the fatigue, he found a drug remedy for this as well, but he is sadly physically addicted to pain suppressants as well.