Dakaz

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Player: Bounty-Hunter

Character Full Name: Dakaz'fon

Character In-Game Name: Dakaz

Nickname(s): Doc

Association(s): N/A

Race: Troll

Class: Warrior

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Hair: Dark red and styled into a large Mohawk.

Eyes: Orange

Weight: 248 lb

Height: 7'3"

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance

Dakaz usually wears nonrestrictive clothing. Most of the time a kilt, something to partially cover his upper body and shoulder pads which hold many potions inside them. His kilt is covered in a very large amount of pockets, each filled with something different then the last and gives his clothing a very unique, somewhat spicy, smell. Along with these he usually wears goggle over his eyes for no other reason then 'Dey look cool'.

Other: On the back of his left shoulder he has a brand which has the letters "BZ" on them from his days as a slave.

Personality

Dakaz has a distinct distaste of other men, often viewing them as competition and test subjects, nothing more. He will act very rude and very blunt around them and try as little as he can in order to gain their respect, if at all. As of such, he doesn't view them with much respect either. When he is around a woman, Dakaz will seem to act a lot nicer towards them, the polar opposite to what he acts towards men. He will often be helpful and understanding.

He is a smart and cunning man and often sees everything possible as a potential ingredient for a potion. Because of this, the potions he makes often have very strange and curious side effects and don't taste too nice. He will also use anyone as a test subject and often lie or persuade them to drink it only to make note of what actually happens due to the fact he has no idea. When things go wrong or something happens he doesn't like, he will often curse.

History

Born into the once great tribe of the Gurubashi of Stranglethorn Vale to one of the Hunters and his woman. With one look at his child, the father knew that the child would bring their family honor and strength and thus he named the child Dakaz and promised to teach him his ways and create a strong fighter to serve the Gurubashi. However, it only took the first few years of Dakaz's life for his father to find out it may be a lot harder then he first though.

Dakaz, even from a young age, was so desperate to learn new things in the shortest amount of time possible. He was also a rather angry and rude child, especially to his own male peers. Ever since he learned that women are a nothing more then a sign of power he started viewing every other male of the tribe as competition. This lead to him often knocking around other children with them fighting back more then he would like to. None the less, he came out as the victor most of time, albeit being in a bad state.

He always had the lust for knowledge and that got him into the interest of mixing potions. He had the ambition of being taken under the wing of the local medicine man but because of his reputation, he never did. The only thing which ever came out of him asking was a good kick in the face by the doctor and being thrown out into the mud with a good lot of cursing. Dakaz had to walk home in the rain, fuming, having the urge to punch someone in the face but he was able to contain himself. For that night.

As time went by, Dakaz continued to learn from his father about fighting despite having little interest. Years later, after learning much from his father, he decided he wanted to take revenge against that medicine man from the past. Thus, now well into his teenage years, he took a stick and crept into the mans house and proceeded to smash whatever he could find. This was short lived as the other tribe members heard the commotion and stopped him from causing major damages.

It was then that the Gurubashi Tribe decided he was too much of a nuisance to be kept in check every day and so they stripped him of all his belongings and threw him out into the wild to fend for himself. The last words he ever said to his tribe was a string of Zandali phrases which, when translated into common, roughly meant '!@#$ you all'. It was safe to say he would never be returning to his family.

Traveling Stranglethorn Vale, living in the wild, he took all of these things very well. Already having the skills to survive in the wilderness alone. While in his exile, he was glad to continue his look into the art of mixing potions but having little idea what he could do. Thus, he did the only thing he knew how to do, mix random things together and hope for the best. He kept this trait with him throughout his life except his knowledge only grew and grew.

The exile only lasted so long, and when he turned sixteen he was caught by a band of slavers with a Goblin for their leader who went by the name of Belledun Zappwrack. Despite fighting in rage, Dakaz was subdued by the band of experienced men and had a brand burned into the back of his left shoulder to remind him he will always be a slave. That brand was the letters "BZ", the initials of the leader of the group. Dakaz began to suppress his anger, for now, and told himself he will be free one day.

He was given hard labor to do due to his size and strength. The slavers always thought he was nothing more then a worthless blue man and acted upon him as such. There was always beatings in store for him which he fought against, knocking enough teeth out of the guards to get him lashed many times. Despite having started with now knowing anything about what the slavers were saying, he quickly learned and after four years he had a very good grasp of the language of Common.

Then came a day when Dakaz became Twenty, having had enough of the lifestyle of a stinking slave, he decided to gather his fellow workers together and rebel and that they did. Forty workers, twenty guards, one leader. They never stood a chance. The slaves ran through the men and knocked them down like a storm, leaving the dastardly Belledun Zappwrack for last, leaving the Goblin for Dakaz. The only thing Dakaz said, in common, to both the Goblin and his company before kicking the small greenskin in the face was "!@#$ ye' all'.

After that memorable day, Dakaz left off for his own life, stealing a good portion of the slaver's gold and leaving the rest for the freed slaves. He begun his own life, researching his way into the skill of Alchemy, making whatever potions he can from what he can find, be it flowers, dirt, rock, bone. Being brought into the world where money is everything, he has learned many new things, especially how to con people. Thus, he takes all his skills and lives his life trying to become a great Alchemist.