Dungosh

Information

Player: Haim

Character Full Name: Dungosh Deathborn

Character In-Game Name: Dungosh

Nickname(s): Frosty.

Association(s): The Horde, Darkrune Brigade

Race: Orc

Class: Death Knight

Age: 35

Sex: Male

Hair: White and a strand of gray, in a ponytail. As well as a large white beard that covers most of his face.

Eyes: An Icy blue.

Weight: 136 Kilograms.

Height: 6'5"

Appearance

He usually wears a crimson to a dark red colored plate set. Mainly around his shoulders, Arms, and the other areas from the waist down. His chest however is exposed to his pale blue skin, or he is wearing his Darkhammer Raider black and red tabard.

Other: From the series of Undeath and warped from the frost his body has changed from it's usual Fel green color to a Pale blue color. Also his body is cold to touch, probably another long term effect from being an Acolyte to the frost.

Personality

His personality is no longer the same after the change, only fragments of his once brutal nature and cunning show in his new dark personality. His expressions almost give off a cold effect, and he isn't the most cheerful bloke to be around. Yet there are curtain qualities about him that had stayed after the embrace of Undeath. He still serves his kind with great honor, and does not defile or disrespect his own. Dungosh no longer feels lesser pain and he sits quite still when it comes down becoming enraged. He is no longer young and reckless, but more of a settled down warrior than anything else.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

History

Dungosh was born into Draenor as a bastard child, his father had been killed while fighting against the Draenei that had come into Draenor not long ago. And it was not long before he was brought into the Blackrock clan's ranks, yet he was too young to fight in the first war once the great portal was opened. He found it his duty to become strong or die at the hands of their new enemies. Being born in the time that the Burning Legion had enslaved most of the Orcish Horde, he had no feelings towards Shamanism or the Elements but rather sheer Brutality. By the second war he was introduced to a group of Worg riders. These Raiders had introduced him to his new found skills and made him a Worg rider as well, fighting under the banner of Orgrim Doomhammer.

After large battles and bloodshed, he grew enraged watching the death of his brothers in arms. More and more he slaughtered he felt nothing but rage until he was finally broken down and captured. Being placed in an Internment camp like most of the other Orcish clans he grew tired and strained that he could no longer fight for his kind, and do nothing but live in servitude to the Humans. Hearing that the Humans had entered their lands of Draenor and what it had become he felt even weaker, and that his race was failing. Yet all was not lost, once Thrall had created the new Horde and rallied the Orcs enslaved in the Internment camps he had soon pledged allegiance to this new Horde and fought by their side to find Grom Hellscream and the boats. Yet Dungosh refused to go with them to these new lands and stayed behind with a few others in the ruins of the Human's keep.

He had managed to survive in the group before the many Soldiers of Lordaeron had come to search the town, giving them no choice but too flee into Silverpine forest. There they wandered there for a few days until coming to the edge of Tirisfal Glades to be greeted by rotting forms not like Dungosh had ever witnessed. They were outnumbered by many of these rotting walking corpses but still they were successful, yet at the price of most of the group leaving Dungosh and another two of his accomplices to wander alone. Until once again greeted by a larger group of the dead, this time they were accompanied by men in dark robes and a pale knight on top of a large horse. Dungosh became enraged and had fought against the many undead, trying to give the other two Orcs a chance to escape. Successfully they had been able to escape leaving Dungosh against the ever growing advances of the Scourge. With an axe in one hand he yelled out a battle cry as he tore through the many undead Ghouls that lay in front of him. Before his body was ripped apart.

He felt relaxed as his body drifted into death, or so he thought. Almost suddenly he awoke to cold chains around him, embracing him as he seemed to be held in cold dark building. Around him knights, much like the one he saw before his death. Through many sleepless nights he had to rip through many of the Acolytes that he had to face. Until he was ranked in Archerus Ebon hold as a Death knight. But his senses were dampened by the Undeath, until he soon succumbed to his new place in the world. His body yearned for the power of frost, and he again succumbed to his feelings. Becoming an Acolyte of the Frost he spent many hours in Archerus until it felt like home. But it was about to change as he watched the Scourge turn on the many Death knights that had stayed in Archerus. Fighting valiantly he soon found that the Lich king had betrayed Archerus Ebon Hold and the many Death Knights that had served under him, and found that since their service to the Lich King it would be very hard for them to resume their old lives.

Soon after the events of the Lich King's death, Dungosh removed his status as a Acolyte of Frost and left to Orgrimmar to see the new found land of Durotar, and to once again serve under Thrall's leadership.