Gorgor

Information

Player: Pliantreality

Character Full Name: Gorgor of Bleeding Hollow Clan

Character In-Game Name: Gorgor

Nickname(s): Old Gorgor

Association(s): The Horde, Bleeding Hollow Clan

Race: Orc

Class: Hunter

Age: 45

Sex: Male

Hair: White

Eyes: Green

Weight: 367lb.

Height: 6'6"

Alignment: Neutral Good. Despite his persisting bitterness, he retains the same sense of honor that first drove him to fight for his Clan.

Appearance

Bland and drab leathers and hide. Practical clothing in any case.

Personality

When Gorgor was in his prime, he was a firebrand. Honor and glory, through and through. These days he is a bitter, introverted old man. He tries to keep to himself and out of others' way- and expects them to do likewise.

History

Born in Bleeding Hollow Clan, Gorgor was raised in his father's martial tradition. He learned how to use the bow and the axe, and he relished joining his father on hunting trips.

Gorgor's father entered into the fray of the First War when he was 13. He acquitted himself well, apparently, though Gorgor learned this when told of his father's demise. The young orc took the news as well as could be expected, resolving to honor his memory by living up to the code of honor and martial pride he'd taught.

When Gorgor came of age, he entered the Horde's service himself and courted the orc who would later become his wife. Gorgor learned quickly the dirtier side of honor and glory- the fiery zealotry of his youth, spurred on by the ghost-memory of his father, matured in bloody combat. He learned quickly the folly of the Horde's campaign.

Gorgor came through the Second War alive, and stepped into internment with the rest of his Clan in cold sober adulthood. He did his best to settle into it. He fathered a son. He tried to tend to his family as best he could.

Gorgor's son, Truff, was born in the camp but carried in him the same bullheaded drive Gorgor had in his youth. Gorgor bonded with the child, taught him as he'd been taught by his father, and all the while hoped that Truff would not have to endure the same bloody rite of passage. Gorgor's wife accused him of using the boy to re-live days best left forgotten. She wasn't entirely incorrect.

By the time Thrall and Grom's efforts were freeing Gorgor's Clan from internment, Gorgor and his wife were estranged. Embittered by their long captivity - restless - Gorgor took his son with him as he joined the budding new Horde.

The Third War was supposed, in Gorgor's mind, to be a redemption for him. It was supposed to prove that he was not a washed up veteran who had wasted his best years in the internment camp. It was supposed to be a glorious expression of the orcish peoples' true place in Azeroth.

In reality, it was the death of Truff; at the age of 21, the young son of Gorgor died. As part of a scouting party, he'd had the misfortune of being the first felled by an ambushing party's arrow. Gorgor never learned who slew his son- merely that he was dead.

The grief of Truff's death was the final nail, as the platitude goes, in the coffin which had long held Gorgor's belief in the world of his father's teachings.

Gorgor was released from his obligation to fight by more than a little pity- the Horde did not need a broken old man, and the broken old man did not seem to need the Horde anymore.

He moved, in the most loose sense of the word, to the Crossroads, hunting pelt for a living. He kept to himself. 'Old Gor' was just another staple of the small community- the same way a silent and weathered crossbeam might be.

Eventually, Gorgor moved on, traveling where and when it pleased him.