Donai

Information

Player: Bounty-Hunter

Character Full Name: Donai Stormsunder

Character In-Game Name: Donai

Nickname(s): Farmer

Association(s): Warsong Clan, Darkspear Tribe

Race: Orc

Class: Shaman

Age: 54

Sex: Male

Hair: Long graying hair which is kept hidden under his hat. Large chops which remain visible even underneath the shade of his hat.

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 373 lb

Height: 7'4"

Other: He has a very large scar running across his chest.

Alignment: Neutral

Appearance

He usually wears a simple shirt and vest with patchy pants, worn boots, fingerless gloves and a hat to keep him shaded from the sun.

Personality

Donai has lived through the wars, he has known what they're like and in this time he has decided to leave his violent ways and settle down. That he has done. Donai is a calm man and enjoys his two hobbies, watching over his Swine and fishing. In his prior life he was a Shaman and even to this very day he still prays on occasion to the spirits for the well being of his livestock.

He is still a humble man, finding nothing that aggravates him anymore and he believes that he shouldn't raise an axe against anyone ever again like he did in the past. The scar on his chest will always remind him that it was the spirits choice that he is alive today and promised to never let them down.

History

Donai was an Orc who was born on Draenor, he doesn't remember much of the old days but he does remember they were filled with the bloodshed of the Civil War. Born into the Warsong Clan on Draenor, his parents saw much to come from their child's life and granted him the name 'Donai'. Much was expected from him and he did not disappoint.

From a young age, Donai was always interested with the stories of Shaman who could control and speak with the spirits of the world. Although, reading these stories he was disappointed at the fact that the spirits turned their back on the Orcs after the destruction of the Draenei so he could not practice their teachings. Despite the fact he could not practice the teaching of Shamanism he still prayed to the spirits for forgiveness of their race, although not hearing any reply. He continued to pray day after day and soon came along his coming of age, the Trial of a Warrior.

He was given the task to venture into a cave, kill whatever beast lies in the darkness and retrieve it's head. The morning he was ready to set off, he sharpened his axe and knelt down in the floor of his hut, asking the spirits to watch over him and give him the strength to live to see a new, peaceful world. With his axe over his shoulder, he bid farewell to his clan and promised to return with the head of the beast. He set off through the dust, towards the cavern in the distance. Taking a deep breath, his grip on his axe tightens as he approaches the dark cave.

As he enters the cavern, a feeling of unease fills his mind. The deeper he goes, the darker it gets until he can see barley anything in this black cave but he continues on, his axe now at his side, his knuckles hurting from the grip. Something begins to approach him from behind, he knows it's there, he can feel it's presence and he can hear the tap of it's steps. Donai turns quickly to see the beast, he can only just make out it's figure as it screeches, the horrible sound piercing the ears of him and causing him to lose his focus for one moment. One moment which he will never forget. The creature raises one of it's legs and claws at Donai, causing a large gash on his torso.

With a loud, blood curdling roar, Donai charges forwards with his axe, his eyes red with rage, the pain of his wound not stopping him for an instant. He swings his axe at the beast, cutting off his leg in one swing. This doesn't stop him, he swings once more at the beast with an intent to kill, causing the axe to be lodged into it's stomach as it screeches and falls to the ground, squirming for a long while before finally stopping it's movements, dead. Donai breathes deep breaths and as the blood lust subsides, he falls onto his back, the wound causing him to lose all his strength and put him in the brink of death. He didn't think there was any chance left for him so he lied there on the cold stone of the cave and stared to the rock of the ceiling as his life slipped away, slowly.

In his last moments, as his vision began to fade, he saw something. He saw it only for an instant and it was gone as quick as it came but as he came to, believing it was only a dream, he was no longer in the cave. Donai was now lying outside, the setting sun casting light over his body. His bloodied axe at his side, green blood covering the blade. He looks down at his wound which is no longer there, but a scar remains, a large scar running diagonally down his chest. He feels not more pain. As he sits up in a daze of what just happened, he sees the lifeless body of the beast in front of him, a dreaded Ravager. Donai lifts himself to his feet, picking up his axe as he drags it along the sand towards the corpse of the Ravager.

With a raise of his axe, he brings it down on it's neck, dismembering it's head as he picks it up and walks in a daze back towards his clan, a trail of green blood following him. As he returns to the camp, he throws the head to the ground, the warriors seeing what he has done and the strange scar which now is on his chest. Without saying another word, Donai returns to his hut, dropping the axe at the doorway as he falls to his knees, gripping both his hands together as he whispers a thank you. There was no one in the hut besides himself, he was not saying thank you to someone, he was saying thank you to the spirits he has been praying to his whole life.

This was a very large turning point in his life, he knows the spirits have not completely abandoned him.

At the beginning of the First War, he was quick to enlist after hearing the wonders of this new world from the scouts and wanting to see these for himself. Although he enlisted quite early, he was not one of the first to go through and not one of the first to begin to the fight either. After hearing the defeat at Stormwind Keep he began to rethink fighting this unknown foe.

He enters the portal to Azeroth well after the first war begun, near to when it is coming to a conclusion. With knowing that he wont be worth anything in the fights of the future, he begins to plan a pilgrimage for himself, hoping to come in contact with the spirits in this new world and learn more about the Shamanistic teachings of the past. He did just this, the first war ended with the Orcs victory, he set out on his pilgrimage over the Orc's territory with nothing more then the clothes on his back and his old, now quite worn, axe. This axe wasn't much use to him in it's current state but he knew that it would help protect him spiritually as it was with him during his trial.

As he traveled, he met the trolls and listened to their ways and how they speak with the Loa. Believing this may help him, he asked them for help on how to contact the spirits and help they did. They assisted him in finally speaking with the spirits and through this, meeting the ones who saved him so long ago. Donai began to train in the ways of Shamanism, something he has wished to do for so long. At the beginning of the Second War, he didn't take any notice of it. As the war grew worse and worse for the Orcs he knew he had to do something, but he also knew that he couldn't, it was too late for them.

At the aftermath of the Second War, Donai was found and imprisoned in an internment camp. There he continued to pray to the spirits despite the guards beating him to attempt to make him stop. The beatings continued but dwindled by time until they decided it war harmless and let him continue his praying to the spirits. Afters many years in the internment camps, one Orc by the name of Thrall was captured and thrown in his camp. He told every Orc on the camp that he was captured on purpose and told them that him, with the assistance of Ogrim Doomhammer, Hellscream and the Frostwolf Clan he was going to free them. In order to persuade the Orcs of the camp, Thrall demonstrated his Shaman powers.

Donai decided that now he would follow Thrall, for the freedom of the Orcs.

He returned to the Warsong clan and after arriving in Kalimdor, he was viewed as very talented in the ways of the Shaman and after very quickly learning of the ways, he became a teacher. He taught the young of the clan the ways of the Shaman and learned more then he knew from the peaceful Tauren.

The Third War began, Donai decided it was no longer time for him to sit back and watch, he had to take action. Donai joined the war as one of the master Shamans, watching out for his students in battle and assisting the warriors. He did not follow Grom up north to Ashenvale when they were sent there. The Third war ended as quickly as it begun, despite the destruction Donai felt that the Orcs were now free and buried his war faring ways, beginning a simple life as a Swine Farmer outside of Ogrimmar. Donai no longer participates in the wars of the Horde, he no longer raises his axe against his foes and he doesn't blame the Humans for what they did to his kind.

Donai continues his life as a simple Swine Farmer, still occasionally praying to the spirits for the well being of his livestock.