Gortan

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Player: Beltharean

Character Full Name: Gortan Darkblade

Character In-Game Name: Gortan

Nickname(s): Gortan will only allow superiors and good friends to call him as such, otherwise it is simply ‘Gor'.

Association(s): The Horde / The Shattered Sun Offensive / The Argent Crusade / Bleeding Hollow Clan

Race: Orc

Class: Warrior

Age: 33

Sex: Male

Hair: Black, kept shaved

Eyes: Brown with veins of red in the irises

Weight: 430 Lbs

Height: 7'2

Appearance

Gortan keeps his armour simple; A harness around his chest to keep his axe fastened securely on his back, accompanied by modest leggings, boots, and gloves. These are made from a classic mixture of leather, mail, and plate. The lightest portions of the armour cover the whole of the garment, acting as the ‘base', while the more likely areas to be struck are covered in progressively thicker armour. This is often accompanied by leather shoulders of some sort, usually plate, covered in leather for protection from the elements.

As for his weapons, he maintains his family's ‘Darkblade,' formerly a one handed axe painted black, that has been modified over the years into a two-handed war axe that has been reforged so many times in the past centuries it is now a simple gray/silver. Gortan will occasionally bring two additional one handed axes into battle.

Other: The warrior has a large black tattoo of the Horde's insignia spanning the whole of his right deltoid. Along with this, his jaw has been tattooed completely black in homage to the late Grom Hellscream, who Gortan greatly admires.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Gortan knows when to control his emotions, and when to let loose and be himself. When in the midst of a debriefing or on the field of battle he can often be considered the solemn type, but this is simply a persona he puts on not only to ensure his own sanity in the midst of the rivers of blood he is forced to cause, but for the moral of those around him. Out of battle, he maintains a rather solemn state, at least at first glance. This is not because he is truly sad, but rather because he is a warrior. He speaks only when he needs to. This has caused a fair amount of miscommunication between himself and his son as the child grows older, the Orcling taking it personally that his father seems distant at times.

Being of the Bleeding Hollow clan, Gortan is more than used to the discrimination forced on him as a member of one of the traitorous Fel allied clans. It is however in his mind, his solemn duty to bring the name of the Bleeding Hollow back into the oral traditions of the Orcs as a clan to be venerated in the coming generations. This has caused him to push against even the most xenophobic Warsong and Frostwolves who view him as nothing more than the brother of a Fel-Lover, only pushing him to love the Horde and the positions he has taken within it even more.

History

Born in the midst of the first war only months after the orcs pushed through the Dark Portal, Gortan was forced into a harsh life forever shaped by the war he was born into. His father was slain along with the whole of the first orcs that assaulted Stormwind over thirty years ago, leaving his vengeful mother to carry on the legacy of her dead husband. Only weeks after the birth of her son she had pushed into the fray to take Stormwind with her own blade, while Gortan's grandmother watched over him. With the rage of the spirits at her side, his mother was somehow able to survive the war, and eventually push northward with her fellows warriors.

The Bleeding Hollow Clan in the midst of the second war stayed far south, below the Northern Kingdoms, in an attempt to crush the Dwarven members of the Alliance. Here at the tender age of seven, Gortan did what little he could in an attempt to aid with the harvesting of the phlogiston for the war machine that was the Horde of Draenor. These were simpler times for Gortan, where he was able to spend actual time with his mother, not having to fear for her death as she guarded the small refinery that they lived in. The work was hard, but he had heard tell that Orgrim himself might come to his village. That thought alone kept the small child working day in and day out, hoping to please the ruler of his people; Maintaining the childish thought that if he might be able to get -just- enough phlogiston they might get the most, and the Warchief would make him a member of the Kor'kron when he grew up.

That never happened however, as the Orcs were forced to flee back into Draenor. The Bleeding Hollow were left to fend for themselves, but the venerable Kilrogg Deadeye, leader of their clan, was able to guide Gortan and his fellow kin back to Draenor. His mother opted to stay in one place once more, when they made their return to the home planet, guarding the Stair of Destiny so she could maintain a constant home to raise her son. This was short lived however, as the Alliance invaded their home as the orcs once did theirs. His mother was forced to flee, carrying her son from the savage pinkskins as they slaughtered every orc in sight, hiding in the mountains until they returned. She went back to her duties, honour bound as she was to her duty. That being said, when the humans came back, she was forced to exit her world back into the Dark Portal, Gortan strapped to her back, for fear of being stuck on Draenor indefinitely.

This however, lead her straight into the hands of the Alliance waiting on the other side. They were imprisoned, as any other remaining orcs were, forced into the steel bondages of slavery. The small portion of Bleeding Hollow she was put with all knew each other well however, and even with the children they had, were able to beat back their slavers via a well thought out plan in the middle of the Wetlands. With their freedom intact, the orcs began raiding human caravan after human caravan for food and shelter, until they could find a temporary home for themselves. Disliking the swamp however, they moved north into the Hillsbrad Foothills. It was dangerous territory, but well worth it as they took in any rogue orcs they could find.

This was short lived as well however, as human mercenaries tracked the group by planting a double agent in their midst, forced into revealing his kin through the threat of the death of his one and only son. The orcs were put into a small camp, where they were forced into overcrowded quarters. By this time, Gortan was nineteen years of age and had already completed his task to enter manhood. As such, he partook in the Gladiator tournaments in order to stave off the lethargy that had begun taking over the rest of his people.

This gained him a prominent name within the camp, to the point he was ordered to be the personal slave of the head taskmaster there. When not fighting he was forced into demeaning tasks, such as catering his master's parties in a ridiculous tuxedo custom tailored for him. These were plays at attempting to break his strong spirit so he could become the taskmaster's prized fighter. Before this could happen however, fate called the Third War into play.

Thrall and his warriors assaulted the internment camp Gortan and the others from his clan resided in, calling them to raise their axes once more in the name of the Horde. Many gladly followed, while others still traveled south in the hopes of joining the remnants of the Dark Horde in the Searing Gorge. Some even went south to check on the status of the Dark Portal. Gortan and his mother however, joined Thrall's New Horde, quickly traveling across the sea where they met the Darkspear Trolls. Fighting back the humans of Kul Tiras, they managed to crush the wretched murlocs, and save the Darkspear Tribe.

It was during this time that Gortan met the woman that was to be his wife only weeks later. They fell instantly in love despite the war with the fish men that raged around them. Her name was Ta'kesha, one of the new shaman in training that had formed with the founding of the New Horde. By the time they arrived on the shores of Kalimdor, she received a fortune in her sleep, the spirits telling her that she was pregnant with their child. It happened quickly, but Gortan didn't mind at all. Spending some months by his new wife's side, he was able to witness the birth of his first born, and to this day, only son. Naming him Brognak after his father, he enlisted the care of his child to his now-retired mother, before the couple shipped out to Mount Hyjal.

Gortan fought well, seeing to the end of the battle, but after the tree was shaken to it's foundations with the release of the Night Elves' power, he was unable to find Ta'kesha. After days of searching through the mountains of corpses destined to reach the mass funeral pyres that the Orcs had begun creating, he found her. Ta'kesha had been murdered by one of the attacking demons, stabbed through the gut with either a claw or wicked blade of some sort. Dragging the body back to Durotar by hand, Gortan was forced to set his love upon the pyre as he and the newborn son in his arms were forced to watch the final vestiges of Ta'kesha burn to ash.

Swearing to rid Kalimdor of the wars that had cost him not only countless kin, but his own father he would never grow to know, and the love of his life he had spent the last year with, Gortan left his child with his mother once more, enlisting in a special force tasked with guarding the Horde's new lands. They were a vigilante group, in the end, but those orcs that they met greeted them with respect as their cause was noble. Gortan was busy with this group through the whole of the colonization of Kalimdor, and into the burning crusade. Draenor was a lost cause to him, while Azeroth was a fresh start. A world nearly clean of demonic taint where his son could grow to adulthood in peace, and not have to face the wars he was forced into. When Kael'thas threatened his new world however, Gortan fought alongside the Shattered Sun Offensive on the Isle of Quel'danas, slaughtering what fel creatures he could in the name of his fallen wife.

With the same notion and train of thought in his mind, this caused Gortan to enlist in the Argent Crusade. He fought across each front of Northrend, from the Borean Tundra to the Howling Fjord. His main focus was the Argent Tournament Grounds where he practiced his skills against truly worthy foes. His might was tested most when the orc battled at the gates to the Forzen Hell itself... Icecrown Citadel. The attack in Northrend being the longest stretch he had not seen his son in his life, Gortan travelled back to Orgrimmar where he currently defends the Horde's lands once more, returning to his son as often as possible. As it stands however, he is forced into circumstance after circumstance that drives him further from home to secure the new land of Kalimdor for the benefit of his son's future.