Ghrek
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Player: Nekronos.
Character Full Name: Ghrek Duskwolf.
Character In-Game Name: Ghrek.
Association(s): The Horde, The Warsong Clan.
Race: Orc.
Class: Hunter.
Age: 41 Years old.
Sex: Male.
Hair: Black with red highlights.
Eyes: Normal brown orcish eyes.
Weight: 405.
Height: 6'6".
Alignment: Neutral Good.
Appearance
He tends to wear a leather or mail armor, often of dark colors to hide in the darkness of the night when hunting for preys or enemies. When in a city or some place where an armor is not needed he can be seen wearing leather boots, leather or cloth pants and a leather/cloth vest, shirt or even maybe shirtless.
Other: His skin is of an olive tone of green, a scar can be seen on the upper part of his right arm, it is a slash made by a wolf with his claws (OOCly invisible but its ICly there.).
Personality
Depending on how someone treats him, Ghrek can be either very friendly or a real threat, all of this depending on the respect that someone has for him. If someone treats him respectfully Ghrek will be respectful and nice to that person, and vice versa, but most times he is calmed and relaxed, specially if he just came from hunting and got himself a good kill, in that case he might even pay for an entire round of drinks.
When threatened he will probably draw out his blade to defend himself and his pride, and more probably if it has been a threat made by a race not considered a brother for him. As any good orc His clan's honor and pride is first for him, and the only thing as valuable and important for him than this, is his own pride and glory. Even though in his young years he defied the Elders and did not wanted to follow his races traditions, he now understands them and follows them as any good orc would.
His wolf partner means the world for him, he is called Wol'grum and has black pelt and red armor, even though he is trained for combat and hunting, Ghrek also uses him as mount to travel long distances.
History
"Ashenvale. Not the greatest place in the world to hunt, specially not with those Night Elves roaming around... Well, enough with that, who i am you ask? Well i better start from the beginning...
On the far fields of Draenor a couple of orcs once had a child, yes a normal child orc, after the rite of birth, his father Mukl'esh gave him the name of Ghrek. He was soon induced on the arts of marksmanship, gathering and hunting, which would in the future be his way of life.
When the time came, he decided that it was time for him to receive his surname. Like any young one he was stubborn, and wanted the surname Duskwolf just because it sounded nice to him. He went to speak to the elders to ask for his surname to be accepted. "Why can't i be called Ghrek Duskwolf?... It is my right to choose my own name, Elders!..."-He said.
"Are you defying the old rituals and culture of your own race Ghrek?"-The Elders were really displeased at what Ghrek was suggesting but he did not realize that, since he was enraged for the way that the young ones were treated, or so he thought.
"This is madness!... They way you handle the naming of the Young ones is... Its not meant to be!..."
Then the oldest of Elders stood up and closed his eyes and said.- "Young one, follow your steps and you will find the unknown ways are on your mind. Need nothing else than just your pride to get there".- Then with a slight movement of his cane he declared the elders meeting finished and thus Ghrek walked away enraged and upset.
Outside of the Elders resting place, he found one of his friends, another one of the Young ones, but one that was still not ready for his naming.-"And now we have to face another day of following our old ways... It is a new era, we need to get over those things and carry on!"- Ghrek did not know what he was talking about, his youth and rage had blinded him. And so, he ventured to the woods near his village at night to think about the day that just passed, only taking his normal clothes and a little wood-carving knife. Carving things out of wood calms him down, so he began carving his first bow out of a piece of ebony wood he had found on the woods.
He did not realize that a wild black wolf was watching him from behind some bushes. When it leaped forward it was almost too late for Ghrek. A deep slash was emanating blood from his right arm and he was not able to move it because of the pain. He then grabbed the carving knife out of the half-carved bow and used it with his left hand, he was almost ambidextrous. The wolf kept staring at him, yellow angered eyes, the mouth open and showing his sharp teeth filled with wrath. As the wolf started charging in rampage towards Ghrek, he remembered the lessons his teachers and his father taught him throughout his entire life. The wolf jumped and Ghrek moved aside to avoid the incoming bite, then with surprising reflexes, he managed to stab the wolf on his back with his knife, he tried to get it out to stab it again, but it got jammed inside the wolf's body. The wolf, hurt and bleeding started walking slowly towards the bush it was before, turning its back to Ghrek. The orc could then hear a small bark coming from inside the bushes. The wolf was actually a female, trying to protect his only child from a possible threat. As Ghrek watched how the poor mother died, he looked at the little wolf and decided to take it to his village, it would have not lasted long on the wilderness without its mother.
Back at the village, everyone was worried about Ghrek, he was nowhere to be seen. Numerous scouts were sent to investigate the surroundings, until one of them found Ghrek almost passed out on the ground because of the great blood loss and with the little baby wolf biting and pulling his leather vest like trying to say "Keep walking, you can do it". He was then taken to the village along with the puppy.
After his recovery, he had found out the the baby wolf would not leave the room where he was, it had slept there with Ghrek for the entire week he spent on some sort of a shamanic induced coma to allow him to regain health. Soon after he woke up, the Elders summoned him. When he entered the Elders resting place he noticed that most part of the village was there, some big event was going to happen.-"Ghrek, welcome home again. As you may have seen this is not just any summon we have arranged for you, for today is the day you stop being Ghrek, son of Mukl'esh, and you begin your life as Ghrek Duskwolf."- The puppy was there besides him, its considered Ghrek his "mother" in some way. Ghrek looked down and smiled at the baby wolf.-"That beast that you carry around with you, your souls are intertwined together, both your destiny were bound to meet up, for you are like soul mates."
Ghrek was surprised and had no words for what just happened, he took the puppy on his hand (it was so small, he could have him stand on his hands using his both palms) and looked at him directly on the eyes.-"You my little furry friend, your name for now on will be Wol'grum"- He said, as the wolf barked in happiness.
After that, Ghrek became another of the Warsong Clan hunters, alongside with Wol'grum, who was trained in the arts of hunting. Wol'grum turned to be a very strong wolf as he grew older, and allowed Ghrek to mount him when it was necessary.
After some time, the Warsong clan's Chieftain, Grom Hellscream was tainted with the Blood Curse through the consumption of Mannoroth's blood. It was not difficult for him to convince his followers to drink the blood after he convinced the other Chieftains to do so. Ghrek was no exception, he afterwards became irritable, continuously angered and his blade seemed thirsty for more blood, either orcish or foreign. This also came with the rise of the orcish warlocks to the higher ranks of orcish society. Ghrek was not pleased with this, and the Blood Curse did not help at all with his feelings of anger.
Thus came the time when Gul'dan opened up the Dark Portal and with it, the beginning of the second war. Ghrek, alongside his comrades were put to the task of defending the azerothian side of the portal. After losing total control of the portal they were forced to retreat, and install a small camp in a nearby valley.
Gul'dan would soon betray all of our race. The Warsong had no other choice than to retreat to Stonard, where Ghrek could improve his hunting and marksman skills during these long years, while also having to fight the Blood Curse. Finally a little spark of hope had shined down on their clan, The Frowstwolf clan had returned bringing with them the orcish war hero Orgrim Doomhammer.
The years went by as the two clans started freeing their people from the slave encampments. Ghrek always had the hope of finding his father or his mother still alive on any of these encampments but his wish would not be fullfiled. Finally the Orcs were able of recovering the strength they once had lost. After they had freed every Orc they could, their leader Thrall was warned by some sort of prophet to go to the far lands of Kalimdor.
After arriving in Kalimdor, the Orcs helped the noble race of the Tauren. They were being attacked by Centaurs. Ghrek killed some from a long range, while Wol'grum ran through the crowd taking down as many enemies as he could. in the end the Orcs and Tauren were victorious. Time passed by as the Warsong started to settle down in these new lands, until they were again driven into the Blood Curse once again. this time with a stronger effect than before. During this period Ghrek's behavior changed completely, he was always raging, anything could make him draw out his weapons and swing at his fellow Warsongs. Their actions on the Ashenvale forests enraged the Night Elves, who had to summon the demi-god Cenarius. Ghrek took part on the killing of Cenarius alongside his many Warsong comrades, he launched his arrows with hatred and anger against this enemy until he died.
After realizing what had happened to the Warsong, Thrall helped Grom Hellscream overcome the Blood Curse and together they struck down Mannoroth. After this, the Warsong were lifted from the curse and even though they were never the same again, the fiendish rampage that got hold of them had finally gone. The price paid was high though, Grom perished during the battle.
After many years, the Warsong have established themselves at Ashenvale Forest, carrying out a never ending war against the Night Elves.
| “ | Well my friend, you wanted to know about me? Now you know... Ghrek Duskwolf is my name, and The Warsong are my pride! | ” |
