Drogan

Information

Player: Vizkus

Character Full Name: Drogan Granitejaw

Character In-Game Name: Drogan

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): Independent, Ironforge Military (former), Explorer's League (former), The Red Glove

Race: Dwarf

Class: Rifleman/ Mountaineer

Age: 53

Sex: Male

Hair: Dark Brown, Greying

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 176 lbs.

Height: 4"8'

Appearance

Patchy pants and vest, stained with ale and animal blood. Worn, -now- fingerless gloves and well-trodden boots. A weather-beaten and sun-bleached leather hat sits atop his brow. A long fur cloak is draped across his shoulders.

Personality

Alignment: True Neutral

Drogan is a fun-loving, rowdy dwarf. He loves company and is quick witted when it comes to jokes and friendly insults. He rolls with punches and is quick to retort with a blow of his own. Drogan, like any dwarf, loves alchohol-- specifically, mead. He can be rude to some people, often taking a seat next to someone and going off on a tangent about something or other he notices about that someone. Drogan hates to write. He finds it tedious and boring, quickly losing his patience with the activity and scribbling a few last words before he walks off in frustration. His spelling is atrocious as well. He hates Trolls and Orcs, seeing them as barbaric monstrosities, and is quick to tell them so. He views Undead and Death Knights with great fear and curiosity. He isn't sure how he feels about Tauren and Night Elves, their religion matches his ideals, but his upbringing in the Light contributes to a weak prejudice towards them. Drogan is extremely curious of Draenei, having seen nothing like them. Drogan is content to spend his company with humans, gnomes, and blood elves. Being ignorant to a lot of things, Drogan still views blood elves as high elves and sees no difference between them.

History

Drogan was born in Ironforge in the year -24, the son of Orik and Helgun Granitejaw. The Granitejaws were a proud line of mountaineers and riflemen in the Ironforge military, Drogan's great-grandfather being one of the first of the dwarven riflemen. Being born to this line, Drogan was taught how to shoot and maintain a rifle at an early age by Orik.

Drogan continued to train in a rifle's use through his childhood, it quickly became his favorite activity. At the age of thirteen, Orik began to take Drogan out on hunts with him. Orik began to instruct his son in the arts of tracking and wilderness survival at this age. He mainly hunted rabbits and the odd boar every once in a while with his father. Though he always loved bears. He would watch them for hours, crouched in the bushes, observing the creatures. One day-- he told himself-- he would have one.

Drogan had few friends through his childhood, preferring instead the company of the snow and conifers of Dun Morogh. Drogan was closest to his father, and loved the man dearly.

Upon reaching the adulthood at the age of eighteen, Drogan signed up for the Ironforge military-- just as his father, and his father's father before him. Drogan exhibited great skill with marksmanship during his basic training and was placed into the First Riflemen Regiment.

In the military, Drogan began to build relationships with his fellow soldiers, finding friends in his comrades. He loved camping out under the stars and working with his squad. Drogan spent these days patrolling along the roads of Dun Morogh and hunting animals that were a threat to the citizens of Ironforge. He spent his down-time at the Thunderbrew Distillery in Kharanos with his comrades, drinking, swapping stories, dancing, and singing dwarven drinking songs.

Stories of war and orcs pouring from the Dark Portals reached Drogan's ears during the First War, though he didn't think much of it. He continued to hold an inactive military position in Dun Morogh and Loch Modan. Soon, after the burning of Stormwind and other human holdings, news of the first Alliance found its way to Drogan. His mood darkened and his demeanor turned grave as he realized the coming war. Blood would stain his homelands red, and he was determined to make sure it was with the blood of invaders.

Soon enough, at the age of thirty, the Second War broke out. Drogan was stationed in Loch Modan. When the orcish Horde arrived, Drogan was astonished by their numbers. For every one he killed it seemed two more took its place. He and his party fell back to Dun Morogh and during their retreat, Drogan was hit by a warlock's felfire, leaving burns and scars over most of the right portion of his body. He was medi-vacced by gyrocopter and brought back to Ironforge where he was tended to.

At the hospital he was tended to by a young dwarf woman named Arden. Her hair was a dark red, her face soft and rotund, her body-- voluptuous. Drogan immediately fell for his young nurse and set about trying to woo her. Whenever she would come around to treat his wounds he would flirt with her with playful banter. He would ask her about her day and he quickly got to know her. Unfortunately, she was largely dismissive of his advances due to his in-education in the Light due to his father's push of hunting and trapping education in his early years. Drogan swore to himself he'd have this girl if he had to pull the ears off every troll in Azeroth.

Upon Drogan's release from the infirmary, the Second War subsided. Drogan began going to the Church of the Holy Light where Arden attended. He proved himself to Arden and he began to court her. Two years later, they were married and living together in Ironforge. They had a child named Roderick Granitejaw. Over the course of the next twelve years, Drogan instructed "Ricky" on the usage of guns as well as hunting and tracking, just as his father before him. Arden instructed Roderick about the Light and took him to every Church Service.

During the Third War, Drogan stayed with his family in Ironforge, sticking to homeland defense. When Gnomeregan was invaded by troggs, Drogan is one of many sent to assist in the defense. After the venting of the radiation waste tanks Drogan also assisted in the moving of the Gnomish people to Tinker Town in Ironforge.

In the year 21, Drogan retired from the military, age forty-five. Drogan grew tired with his inactivity, and began to smith guns for Ironforge. When the Explorer's League was created, Drogan signed up right away. Drogan accompanied Muradin Bronzebeard on his expedition into Northrend to find Frostmourne. Fortunately for him, he was badly mauled by a winter worg early on and was sent back to Ironforge, yet again. Contact was lost with Muradin and news of his death was soon sent to Ironforge. Magni Bronzebeard then took control of Ironforge. Arden and Drogan, dissatisfied with Magni's leadership, began to travel across the Eastern Kingdoms together-- trying to find a place that felt like home. Roderick was left in Ironforge with Drogan's parents while Arden and Drogan went off to explore. However, they always came back.

Eight years later, Drogan and Arden visited Hearthglen. They liked it, it seemed peaceful enough, despite the undead that plagued the area. Arden even attempted to join the Argent Crusade one day. But she never came back. Drogan was distraught. He had no idea what to do, he was sick with worry and thought he might die. He reported her disappearance to the guards, but they only said they knew nothing of what Drogan was talking about. Drogan was outraged, though he contained it and drowned his sorrow in mead that night. That same night he was approached by Haydee Herzog. She claimed to have information as to the where-abouts of Arden Granitejaw. Eager for more information, Drogan followed her to a quiet place and she told him that Arden was killed by the Argents under suspicion of consorting with demons-- due to her extensive knowledge of shadow magic (gathered so she knew how to combat it) Drogan, drunk and desperate for an explanation ate up all of Haydee's story. Drogan joined the Red Glove that night and now seeks revenge upon the Argents. He will not rest until their blood runs through the streets of their precious city for stealing his Arden away from him.