Groc

Information

Player name: Drak

Character name: Groc

Association(s): Horde

Title: Ribbraker

Alignment: Lawful Good

Race: Orc

Class: Warrior

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Hair: Long black braided hair.

Beard: short and loose.

Eyes: Brown.

Weight: 223kg

Height: 1,7m

Appearance

Groc was born with a face that tells others that he doesn't let anyone walk over him and that they should be careful not to mess with him, and his eye patch might, or might not, scare his opponent even if it is just a little bit.

Groc can usually be seen in his armour, but on certain occasions where he wears clothes it's either a Tuxedo or some loose and baggy clothes.

Other: Groc wears a pitch black eye patch where his right eye used to be.

Personality

Groc is a very loyal orc when his commander orders him something he'll do it, unless it's something he doesn't want to do like murder an innocent. He always helps out where and if he can whether it's helping children, beggars, or even an animal. Although he doesn't let anyone misuse his kindness, for example if someone pretended to be poor and hungry and in need of money for food, Groc would rather buy a little bit of food and drink then watch that person eat it, else he'd start beating the beggar with the food.

History

Groc grew up in an internment camp as some orcs did. He'd spend his time playing with other orc children or help a Blacksmith that lived near the camp, but worked in it, with making weapons and armor, helping smelt the ores into bars, which his master made, weapons and armour with, handed the tools, help keep the fire alive and all that. It always amazed him how just a small rock can be turned into an axe, sword, glove or any sort of weapon or armor. Later on he became the Blacksmith's aprentice and studied making armor and weapons with him. When he got older he could already make an axe, and repair certain armor all by himself, and the times he wasn't working his father would secretly train him as a fighter, while making it look like he was just playing with his son.

As time passed Groc got older and older, learned more and more, till the day came, the day where Thrall freed Groc and the other orcs from the camp. As the orcs rushed out Groc quickly grabbed the basic things he'd need for smithing then joined the other orcs with escaping. As he was ran out saw his father being killed by a human soldier, he tried to go to his father's aid but another orc grabed him by the shaulder and took him to safety. His father died. Groc swore that day he would keep practising Blacksmithing and fighting, he -will- be a warrior like his father wanted and he -will- also be a Blacksmith! Eventually he was seen as both a warrior and Blacksmith, though he still trains every morning and never stops learning to make new armor and weapons. Groc got older and the third war came, he was hired as both a Blacksmith and a warrior. Most of the time he would make armor and weapons for the other fighters and repair that which was broken, but he also did fight.

When he went to a battle as a warrior for the first time Groc was a bit clumsy. He lost his eye when a couple of humans managed to catch him off guard and quickly capture him. As he sat in a wooden cage one of the humans started making fun of him by poking him with a sharp stick, not blade sharp but still sharp, and managed to take Groc's eye out. Furious and in pain Groc quickly grabbed the human and started bashing him against the cage till it finally broke and he was free again. He quickly grabbed a piece of cloth and tied it around his head and covered the hole where his eye once was, then grabbed the soldier who he killed by braking his bones' mace and axe and charged at the others, on the way grabbing another mace that was lying on the ground. And there he didn't fight like before. He first smashed his oponents' chests by throwing the mace as hard as he could at one, then the other, then grabbed the axe and started chopping their heads off. There he found a new combat style and sometimes when his mace brakes his opponent's chest armour he'd drop his weapons and start claubering his opponent as if there's no tomorrow, sometimes braking his opponent's bones or just their rib case, which gave him the title "Ribbraker".

Eventually when the Horde and Alliance had to work together, while not all was happy with the idea of course. While fighting along side the Alliance at Mount Hyjal Groc was rather impressed at how the Alliance wasn't about to let Archemond consume the World Tree and at their determination of stopping him. When the war ended Groc didn't mind when Thrall made friends with Jaena Proudmore and the peace between the Horde and Alliance was made. To this day still Groc works mainly as a Blacksmith, sometimes when it's needed or he feels like it he takes on the role of a warrior for a while, and holds peace with the Alliance and never harms any of them unless provoked.

As the Third War passed Groc did, and still does, what he can for the Horde, be it making weapons or armor or fight for them. He prefers to go out and get the materials himself when he gets an order for a weapon or armor, it's not that he doesn't trust supliers or gatherers, he just prefers to go out and get them himself, and sometimes he comes back with more than he wanted, which is good because then he can make more armor and weapons. Seeing as Groc mostly prefers to make weapons than armor he went to find out what he must do to become a Weaponsmith first and a normal Blacksmith second. "You must make me a few weapons." the weaponsmith in Orgrimmar told him. "But these weapons are not the easiest to make." he told Groc. "It doesn't matter, I -will- make them for you." Groc replied with a confident grin. After recieving the list of weapons he needs to make he found out that it really isn't as easy as he thought, he made most of them already but he just didn't have all the materials for the maces he is suposed to make. Quickly making the last two weapons Groc took everything back to the weaponsmith trainer. He inspected the weapons nodding "Congratulations, you're now a Weaponsmith!" Groc cheered at the good news.

Later while searching for more materials he met an orc named Rip'lah, leader of the Far Wolves who started explaining that the Far Wolves help the Horde by scouting and taking out some threats, though they need a Blacksmith to help them with weapons and armor. Hearing this Groc got really excited and said he'd join them and aid them with fighting and smithing. He was told to go to the forest of Silverpine. As he entered Silverpine forest Groc started sharpening his axe while riding his Kodo, soon he was done sharpening and told his Kodo to wait as he jumped off and started walking away. It wasn't long till he was in a Worg hot spot, where ever he turned there were Worgs, some ignoring him, some just simply staring at him. Groc remembered what Rip'lah told him. "To pas the trrial you must go to Silverrpine Forrest and look for a pack of Worrgs, follow them, obserrve them, and therre will be one that will test you." While observing the Worgs he heard a loud bark from behind him, as he turned around a large, white, warg jumped on him.

Before he could grab his axe the Worg already pushed him over and was busy trying to bite his face off. Groc quickly threw the Worg off of him and jumped up, grabbing his axe as another Worg came to join in the fight. Both Worgs charged at Groc as he got into his battle stance "Huh, been a while since I had a fight!" he grunted and swinged his axe at one of the Worgs. It's quickly fell to the ground and only the white one was left, pausing for a moment it stared at Groc then went and charged again, as the Worg jumped at Groc he took his axe and threw it at the worg. A sharp yelp was heard along with the sound of steel meeting flesh and bone, the other Words stared at Groc as they say him picking up the axe which just deheaded the Worg.

He quickly grabed his axe and the head and started running to his Kodo, no way was he in shape to fight a bunch of the Worgs. He quickly jumped onto his Kodo and yelled at it, the Kodo started to run away with his master on his back and a Worg head on Groc's lap, they rode off with Worgs chasing them for a little while before giving up. Groc quickly went to see if he would pass his trial. When he returned to Rip'lah with the Worg's head Rip'lah nodded. "Welcome to the Far Wolves." he said taking the Worg's head "I will give this back to you on a later day." After joining the Far Wolves Groc right away went to fixing some of their armor "Don't worry, I'll fix this up for you in a jiffy." he told them. When he was done he gave the armor back and they said it was well fixed. "Thank you.." Groc replied with a happy voice "I always do my best with smithing, I hope to become a Master Blacksmith one day. Though I know it won't happen anytime soon, I'm still gonna keep working hard at it!" he said smiling.