Gremak

Information

Player: Grembomb

Character Full Name: Gremak Bloodfist

Character In-Game Name: Gremak

Nickname(s): Grem

Association(s): Warsong Clan, Orgrimmar,

Race: Orc

Class: Warrior

Age: 46

Sex: Male

Hair: His hair is red and tied back into a ponytail, the same with his beard, knotted down as far as it can go.

Eyes: Brown.

Weight: 226kg

Height: 6'6

Appearance

He hardly wears nothing over his body but normally he'll wear a harness. He has two one handed axes with him at all times, they are serrated, made out of just wood and metal, nothing fancy. He wears small knee high shorts all tattered and holey along with simple leather boots although the soles of the boots are hardly holding together at all.

Other: His beard has small skulls tied around it going all the way down. He has a red tattoo of the Warsong emblem on his chest.

Personality

Gremak hs a hot head, hotter then most of Orc's, although his temper is bad most of the times he can tell the difference between reason and and someone who deserves his temper taken out on them though. He's an Orc all for honor and would rather be killed than shown mercy at all. He hates all races outside the Horde like most Warsong. That isn't to say he doesn't show them respect in a clash of axe and sword though. He'd never kill an unarmed opponent as he's see's it as dishonorable but disarming them in a battle is a different story altogether.

When not fighting for the Horde he spends his spare time fishing and painting battles he's fought onto the stone walls in his hut, he prefers activity's that calm him when he's off the battlefield, not to say though he can't wait to get back on it.

History

Gremak grew up among warriors, his mother was one, his father was one even his sister was one. His father began training him from an early age so did his mother, his sister was away with the Clan fighting the battles that were needed to be fought. He looked up to his sister, she was a warrior of pride and honor possibly the person he idolized and still does.

Being in the human internment camps were possibly was possibly the worst time of Gremak's life, being watched by humans and being looked down upon daily by them was something that Gremak can never forget. The day he was freed from that place was a high for him, this part of his history fuels his hatred towards the human race more than anything.

His first encounter with a purple skin wasn't a pleasant one, these Elves were shedding petty tears over the Warsong being invaders to their forest, Gremak knew a battle was going to take place, and so it did, the first blood of a Kal'dorei battle was on his axe. He somehow knew there was more to come from these Elves, and so it did.

Many axes, battles, victories and losses later the time came when the Warsong were offered the Blood of Mannoroth, like his battle brothers he accepted this "gift". With that the blood lust he felt in his body was uncontrollable, malicious and felt amazing at the time. Of course though things that granted such power mostly always came with a heavy price, their freedom in this case.

During the Legion's return, Gremak was with the Warsong up at Hyjal, fighting along side the Elves he would soon grow to dislike even more, and the humans he hated already. He thought the battle was lost when the Legions own Archimonde had his hands on the World Tree, but thankfully he was stopped. Although fighting armies of demons was the most worrying but thrilling part of this ordeal.

The time had come, the new Orcish city of Orgrimmar was being built by the peons the warriors and every Orc who was part of the Horde. When not helping with the construction of Orgrimmar Gremak was out patrolling Durotar fighting the Quillboars, Centaurs and the other creatures that lived in Durotar.

Now, still with the Warsong he is a trusted strategist and a warrior who fights the battle that takes place in Ashenvale, due to his long served time with the Warsong and the influx of younger grunts coming through Gremak was promoted to serve as an Honor Guard in the ranks of the Warsong, he now quickly finds himself on the front lines of each skirmish spilling the blood of his enemies and keeping his own honor and the clans. Although when not fighting on the Ashenvale front he's usually battling somewhere else or relaxing on a shore somewhere with his fishing rod, taking a break from the rage that he thrives on.