Dunthra

Information

Player: dannyhero

Character Full Name: Dunthra son of Murktharlog

Character In-Game Name: Dunthra

Association(s): The Horde;Bloodsworn Honorguard, The Bleeding Hollow Clan

Race: Orc.

Class: Warrior

Age: 33

Sex: Male.

Hair: Let long and wild, same with his big bushy beard!

Eyes: Brown.

Weight: 325 lbs.

Height: 6'7"

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Appearance

Thick plates, not decorate armor, but it has a simple feeling.

He balding on the top of his head as most orcs do, and has a black skull tattooed to his face, and black skeleton tribal tattoos over the rest of his body.

Personality

He is his father's son, all of the weight of being the one to bring honor to his clan, father and himself, has rested on his shoulders since birth being the oldest of the three. While having to contend with his upstart brother, Dunthra has done his best to level courage and wisdom, the pressure of his father's watchful gaze having been on him at all times. Striving and pushing himself to being better, better then his brothers, better then his father even, wanting nothing more then to excel for his father's approval.

He holds himself to an almost meta-orcish(inhuman) standard of judgment, incredibly self critical and prone to loathing his lack of ability. He'd sooner kill himself then shame his father and family with defeat, but again, teeters the risk of shaming with foolishness, and so the two conflicting natures scramble in his head more then just often. He prefers to get close and personal during battles, utilizing a shield and axe method to both bash, and hack at his foes.

While being more relaxed to his close friends, joking, cursing and playing foolish games, he often takes a drastic change when consulting what he considers allies, a grim business like manner that is focused and stern, barking orders, saying little, and allowing actions to speak louder, strangely enough, be puts his brothers in the allies category.

Over all, Dunthra looks before he leaps, but once he does, he doesn't look back, and doesn't apologize, all in and full steam ahead, in this regard, he can be criticized stubborn or exalted as determined. His life seems to be fully committed to take his father's place within the Bleeding Hollow Clan, and the Horde now that he is dead.

Sometimes regarded as cunning, and by some cowardly, Dunthra's new experience in the wild has sharpened the tactical side of his mind, growing up, one could say. He no longer views older, more pragmatic warriors in the same light, as cowards for being slow and apprehensive to act, he himself making a readily practiced habit of surveying the battle before flying in, a wiser, cruel battle style, is often related to doing now small injuries to his foes, and snuffing out opposition before it can become a real threat.

History

Dunthra was born to Murktharlog Man-slayer and an unknown mate, sometime after the second war, managing to be one of the Bleeding Hollow who did not get captured. First of three siblings, He has always bore the burden of being his father's son. After their mother got killed in the third war by a screaming demon, their father was the best they got. So, they joined the work and passed their grunt test in the ranks of the new Horde, under the leadership of Thrall. He spent much of his time alone, his brothers had each other, but Dunthra had only the prospect of becoming the exactness of Murk'thralog in the future.

Their father had returned to recruit his sons into the Bloodsworn Honorguard to fight against the Scourge in Northrend, while there, they battles a rhino, eventually over coming the beast, but not without a fight. Several other battles, again the mage hunters and Scourge, the old warrior and his sons bonded, Dunthra finally felt somewhat excepted by the orc who left him and his brothers alone in Razor Hill to do peon work, perhaps even he would prove himself in time, in these icy jaws of death. Yet, this idea would be cut short, as Murk'thralog fell to zombified yetis, torn to pieces, or seemingly so. With this news, Dunthra left Northrend, a tad distraught, but mostly determined to train harder, he was in no shape to avenge his father, how could he surpass his father, if he didn't not even measure up. Despite the protests of Kathorg, and the Bloodsworn, he fled back to Kalimdor.

Uren, the brother always gunning for Dunthra's position as the first son, fleed to the Barrens a did work with the Steamwheedle Cartel, hunting and selling pelts and meat. Until a strange madness took him, and called him back to Northrend.

He disappeared for a good time into the wilds of Kalimdor, he spent the majority of his time in the lower Barrens, fighting quill boars and Centaur with tauren warriors, he lived on the out skirts of town in order to test his survival skills, in the harsh wilds. It was a difficult existence, danger lurked everywhere, in the form of warriors, and nature itself battling with the orc. He spoke to a shaman while on his quest to better himself, the shaman told him, he could give him the power, to power to attract death to himself, when Dunthra asked how, the shaman told him of tattoos that would attract spirits to aid him in sacrificing himself to the spirits, Dunthra agreed, and since has grim looking black tattoos over his body, believing the shaman's words that they will indeed one day bring him an honorable death.

Dunthra stayed in Kalimdor, traveling between Tanaris, and the outskirts of Ashenvale, he had all but forgotten about his father, completely absorbed in the training, until he over heard a pair of Warsong Orcs speaking of Kathrog's returned, and his taking the Bloodsworn back to Northrend, the memory sparked in Dunthra's mind, the fires of revenge burned brightly once again, and he grabbed what few belongings he had, and hopped aboard zeppelin to the frozen North. He beseeched Kathorg to allow him back in, and apologized for leaving, telling Kathorg of his plight. Being reaccepted into the Honorguard, Dunthra aided in the newly re-established front against the Scourge in Northrend.

During on such mission in the Tundra, the Bloodsworn became out numbered, and strangely enough, Dunthra's brother Uren, naked as the day he was birthed, came running out, screaming madly and helped the group fend off the attackers, Dunthra spoke to Uren and later learned that Uren has traveled out to the wilds to die against the undead, taking a moment to reminisce, Dunthra convinced Uren to rejoin the Honorguard, and avenge their father, spill as much Scourge blood, possibly even drive a blade through Arthas' Heart.