Ghazlug

Information

Player: Alpharius

Character Full Name: Ghazlug Bigtooth

Character In-Game Name: Ghazlug

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): Horde, Warsong clan

Race:’’’ Orc

Class: Warrior

Skills and Abilities: Above normal mechanical skills.

Age: 52

Sex: Male

Hair: Bald

Eyes: Purple

Weight: 450lbs

Height: 6ft

Appearance

Armored: He wears either armor made out of chain mail and fur with special harnesses to keep it on, or he is in full brown plate armor.

Unarmored: He is in light leather armor and a harness.

His choice of weapons are a rifle or the many axes hes has gathered in his travels.

Other: He has unusually big teeth for an orc, giving him the name “Bigtooth.” This is also the reason why his speech is so unusual.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

He is simple minded, to the point of being considered barbaric and primitive. One might also think The Horde accidentally gave a Peon an axe. He has been known to give the Orcish Horde a bad name, so bad that many Orcs wish they could remove him from The Horde themselves. The only thing keeping him in the horde, it seems, is how good he is at his job of following orders and fighting.

He is extremely gullible, to the point of if he is told something, and he thinks it works, then it must work. This has failed on many accounts. He has a very strange sense of humor, finding thinks like bashing others on the head, stomping on small creatures, and breaking things, even injuring himself, funny. He is slow, simple minded, but oddly enough is very loyal and will follow anyone who is bigger than he is.

Strangely enough, he is a genius when it comes to anything mechanical.

History

Ghazlug was born in a village in Hellfire, to the Warsong clan. As he grew up, the village elders noticed he was not learning as quickly as many of the other children. They found he was spending much of his free time by himself, or in the company of orcs who would boss him around; neither scenario seemed to bother him at all. They noticed he had odd behaviors, one of them being his strange way of talking that he never grew out of, which later on was found to be the size of his great teeth that caused the speech oddity. He would often take irrational risks or make strange decisions, and he would repeat these several times.

They noted he was not exactly the most skilled warrior, but he was brutally efficient. When it was time for him to become a member of the fighting class at age twenty, he was sent out to hunt a talbuk with just the most meager of supplies, of which he was given specific instructions on what it was, and to make sure it was big. While he managed to hunt the biggest beast, he brought back the wrong monster. They told him to go try again. After five failed attempts to bring back the right beast, they gave up and welcomed him into the ranks, only because he brought back five of the biggest monsters they had ever seen.

This brutality would make him a perfect candidate for the upcoming Horde. When the time came, he was easily convinced to drink the blood of Mannoroth, and this made the strong Ghazlug even stronger, which pleased him greatly. The orc grunt would carve a path of destruction of brutality that pleased his new masters.

When the time came, he gladly joined in the slaughtering of the Draenei, not really quite grasping what he was doing. He would never understand this as long as he lived, merely content to follow orders of whoever was the biggest at the time. Ghazlug was convinced that the biggest creature made the rules, such as the big slug looking thing with wings that called himself Mannoroth.

He was in the many bands of orcs who would first invade Azeroth into the Dark Portal. He carved a path of victory wherever he went. But because he was so simple, he would never hold any real power over a group of orcs. He never seemed to mind or care, only being happy to fight the new pink skins called “hoomans.”

It would be during the second war where he got his skills at being mechanical, helping at first to build catapults, but eventually learned about advanced machinery from the goblins. He spent most of his free time with the goblins, learning everything he could about machinery. He greatly excelled in all things mechanical, and some of them referring to him as a really tall Goblin. The goblins that taught Ghazlug their trade were convinced that their kind existed somewhere in Outlands.

He would stay with the orcish horde for a very long time, merely going with the flow of everything and not really caring about the events that were unfolding around him (The death of Ogrim Doomhammer, for example.) He was there for most of the big events that the Horde partook in: Ransacking Stormwind, Deathwing taking control of the Horde for a short time, attacking Lordaeron, the list goes on. However, when the dark portal was destroyed, he was forced to retreat to Stonard for a short time with the rest of the orcs.

During a scouting expedition with some fellow grunts, they were ambushed by Lordaeron troops. They tried to avoid them, but Ghazlug was eventually caught and imprisoned by the Lordaeron army, as he was much weaker at this phase. The humans always had trouble putting Ghazlug into a cage or a proper setting where he would not causes trouble. He would be moved from prison to prison because of all the trouble he made. Even as he was going through withdrawals, he was still a trouble maker, but they would have a much easier time with him with how much weaker he was.

One day, they finally decided they had had enough of the orc. The plan was to just up and execute him. Before his execution, he was rescued by none other than those serving under Thrall himself, the orcs breaking open his cage and barking orders at him, telling him where to go and how to go about it, and told him that the man riding the wolf with the glowy hammer was the boss now. Reunited with his warband, he helped them kill some humans, pillage some ships, and they were sent across the ocean.

Unfortunately, the trip would be met with disaster. They were swiped by a storm, their ships destroyed and washed upon the shores of Kalimdor. When he awoke from unconsciousness, he found himself separated from his leaders, and under attack by unusual larger-than-orc sized crab monsters. Having no weapon, he simply decided to punch a crab monster as hard as he could, and then break its arm off and use it as a club to fight off the other crab monsters. He and the other orcs he was with were eventually rescued by his fellow travelers and some new faces, large, spear carrying grey trolls, where he was given a real weapon and clear instructions.

He joined the group of orcs that would travel through Stonetalon, being told to go back under the service his old boss, Grom. He was instructed to help them kill the humans nearby, which he gladly did. When Thrall found out about it, he yelled at them, and then was told to go chop some wood in Ashenvale.

This of course did not bother the carefree Ghazlug. Sure, he was not fighting an enemy, but he was following orders, which was something he could do. His group was suddenly ambushed by strange purple women. Seeing the arrows flying at him from unknown directions, he began to panic, but was rallied by a much bigger grunt, who pointed him in the right direction and said “Go kill that!” While they say he was slow, he was always quick to react to an order such as ‘Go kill that!’ He happily fought his way through the groups of female warriors. This would change when Cenarius reared his head and began to make the forest come to life, summoning treants to do his bidding.

Ghazlug and the remaining orcs were backed into a corner. Grom gathered up the group and ordered them to drink from a fountain of blood, which he was told would give him incredible powers like they used to have. Having missed the strength he once had in the first and second wars, Ghazlug rushed over and drank from the fountains. Unfortunately, this process was unlike the first time it happened, and he rapidly changed for the worse: His skin turned crimson, his eyes glowed a fiery hate, his blood thirst skyrocketed, and he bulged to twice the normal size of an orc. The events of what happened afterwards were much of a blur to him, having been caught up in a rush of the moment, but the memories came in the form of nightmares, which he dismisses, claiming “Dat did’n reely happun anyhoos!” Horrible images of killing Night Elves, treant, and even fellow orcs, would haunt him in his dreams forever.

After a great battle and some time, there was a great flash in the sky, and suddenly he returned to normal size and color. He passed out, and was rescued by his fellow Horde members. After a few days of recovery, he returned to the carefree Ghazlug that his fellow orcs knew him to be. He found himself surrounded by new allies: the Grey skinned trolls and the large cow people known as Tauren, and even some humans. After the incident, he joined the Orcish Horde back to Ashenvale, where he would take part in the attack on Archimonde, and where he would meet his first demon and scourge minions. Ghazlug never even got to see Archimonde; this being his only regret in life. He is always quoted as saying “I’da liked ta punch dat arkiman reel gud wiff mah axe an fist here!” when asked about the incident. But his combat with the many Burning Legion and Scourge minions were always considered to be his best fighting experience.

He left the battle alive, but not unwounded: He had many injuries after fighting, and losing, a battle with a doomguard. He would be treated for many burns and broken bones. After his full recovery, he was sent to watch over and assist as best he could in the establishing of Orgrimmar. Eventually, things began to calm down, and he was approached by his officers, who saw him as a liability in the new Horde, and was given a choice: He could either stay in the employment of the new Horde to be a guard in some far off outpost, probably shenvale, they said, or he could be discharged and go on his own. They would not simply leave him out in the cold, and offered him simple leavings: housing, property, and the like. After much discussing, arguing, yelling, and crying, Ghazlug chose to leave the army, saying “I’z a bit konstrikting fer a hard Orc like meh! Hur hur!” but instead of taking the housing, he simply asked for some weapons and armor, to be able to fight with the Warsong clan whenever he chose, and chose to join a band of orcs who wandered Azeroth, battling their way through life.