Ferdinand Grimtotem

Information

Player: Ironside

Character Full Name: Nahren "Ferdinand" Grimtotem

Character In-Game Name: Ferdinand

Nicknames: Flower Boy, Ferdinand

Association(s): Formerly Grimtotem Tribe

Race: Tauren

Class: Warrior

Age: 55

Sex: Male

Hair: Black

Eyes: Ruddy Brown

Weight: 540 lbs

Height: 8'2

Other: Ferdinand has long, splendid horns of ivory and black and a thick, muscular build fitting of the finest Grimtotem warrior. Shame he doesn't use that to his advantage...he has cultivated sparse to no facial hair, preferring himself clean shaven or nearly so.

Alignment: Neutral

Appearance

Simple leather or cloth garb.

Personality

Ferdinand is aloof and soft-spoken, he rarely converses with others lest they seek him out. Instead, rather atypical of his tribe and some of his race; he prefers to spend his time studying botany and growing flowering plants.

History

Nahren Grimtotem was born of two fine examples of Grimtotem, a powerful warrior father, and a proud seeress of a mother. His father, who was a part-time gladiator, was rarely around to raise the calf into the rites of the hunt and of battle so prevalent a desire for youngsters in his tribe. Thus Nahren grew up with his mother, learning to appreciate the spirits and the natural world.

However, the young calf showed little promise in the Shaman's arts, and rather than listen to his mother's disciplining words, he became lethargic. Nahren preferred to spend his time wandering the vast grasslands of Mulgore, becoming aquatinted with the science of botany. It became a hobby of sorts, until one day in his youth his father returned to his family, wishing to take his adolescent son through the rites of strength and turn him into a warrior for the Grimtotem cause, to please the Elder Crone Magatha Grimtotem.

And so Nahren was taken to a gladiatorial arena to be trained. Nahren was of a muscular and splendid build, as fine a specimen for a warrior as one could ask. In preparation for his debut battle, his horns were filed and slathered in a thin layer of grease, making them sharp and sleek, and he was outfitted in heavy plate-mail armor, and given one of his father's finest maces. He was expected by all accounts to do his family proud.

The youth was set against a fierce opponent, a captive and incensed swamp elemental. The fight began simply enough. Nahren was nimble and strong, holding his own against the ancient beast of earth. But whilst he was resplendent defensively, never once did he take an offensive stance. Instead, he found himself scenting the musk and earthy smell of the creature, admiring the various exotic flora sprouting from the elemental. Needless to say, Nahren surrendered. Outraged, his family, particularly his father, disowned him. On the very cusp of adulthood and unable to complete the venerable rite of passage for all Grimtotem, Nahren was outcast from family and tribe.