Gorogrom

Information

Player: Reese777

Character Full Name: Goro'grom Bloodmaw

Character In-Game Name: Gorogrom

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): None

Race: Orc

Class: Techno-Warlock

Skills and Abilities: As a fel tinkerer, he can create numerous devices, mostly combat oriented, which are powered by fel.

Age: 30

Sex: Male

Hair: Black

Eyes: Blood Red

Weight: 368 lbs.

Height: 6'2

Usual Garments/Armor

Goro'grom is usually seen in robes of deep purple, mixed in with tinges of gray. On his back sits two canisters. One of them is more than usually filled with ammunition, the other filled with fel for a power source.

Other: He has lost his right eye, and is working on replacing it.

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Personality

Goro'grom is as despicable as he is likable. Like a Warlock, he is selfish above all other qualities and will take what he wants regardless of whether he needs to ask for it or not. But like an Orc, he respects the traits of honor and discipline, and tries to exemplify these features with himself. However, it's been stated before that he is a despicable person. He will generally justify his actions with “they weren't strong enough to live” or “they should've kept it closer to keep it from being stolen.” That aside, Goro'grom is more or less a gruff individual who minces few words and fewer pleasantries.

History:

Goro'grom's birth is certainly nothing to mention, but he was born to Korogro and his mate, Hiora. The event was nothing to be excited about. The only really different thing about his birth and his childhood was the fact that both Korogro and Hiora were part of the Shadow Council, warlocks in their own right. They also had views and objectives that they tried to force on the boy.

Needless to say, they failed.

Oh, they taught him the dark arts, sure enough. He was neither better nor worse than any other initiate, and just then they were forced to face the prospect that their son might not be the vicious, cunning leader they imagined, but for one feature that Goro'grom held above all his peers. His intelligence. But with this intelligence came a particular drive to do just whatever the hell he wanted. They tried to make desirous of supplanting the Horde, but honestly, he just wasn't interested.

Their rivaling ideals soon led into open warfare, ending in Goro'grom packing his things and leaving in the dead of night. No, he didn't kill them. He thought about it, but he didn't. That wouldn't have achieved anything, and was pointless. But now, he had to study what was truly interesting to him. Which were many things. Goro'grom has dabbled in Alchemy, First Aid, a combination of the two, and finally, Engineering.

It was Engineering which held his focus for so long. Goro'grom studied everything about it; its aspects, its counterparts, different ways to build things. He studied technomagic particularly in detail and wondered to himself, “Why can't the same theory be applied to a Warlock's arsenal?” Turns out, it could. He poured endlessly over the darkest tomes he could lay his hands on. He took up a position hunting bounties to pay for all of this, and spoke to the lowest of low people to achieve his ends. Eventually he found that demons had already achieved this en masse. Mo'arg and Gan'arg; the species and the subspecies. They were very similar, but Goro'grom came to believe the Mo'arg to be the more advanced. Conveniently, writer of the text he had learned this bit from had gotten one of the creatures to speak to him without being gored by a giant drill. They were not all blind, malicious servants of the Legion then. They could be reasoned with.

And reason with one he did.

True, this one was hard to locate, and it gave neither its name or any indication that it cared for what Goro'grom thought. All it DID give him was the basic method for mixing the two. Truthfully, it rather maliciously didn't go into detail, but Goro'grom didn't care. After all, what inventor wants all the answers early? He set to work, building and building and supporting his ideas with whatever he could do, whenever he could do it. He was, after all, a scientist. And science waits for no one.