Hoofrot

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Player: Rensin

Character Full Name: Hoofrot the Hamfisted

Character In-Game Name: Hoofrot

Nickname(s): Hoof

Association(s): Ebon blade, Horde

Race: Tauren

Class: Death Knight

Age: 62

Sex: Male

Hair: Brown, with a little bit of white in the fur

Eyes: Blue-y Glowing

Weight: 390 lbs

Height: 7'4

Appearance

Usually seen wearing Deathknight armor, and quite openly.

Personality

Hoofrot is rather grim. He has a dim outlook on life or in his case, afterlife. He sees himself as a tool, a puppet, or something that is intended for specific use and recently he's been pondering about what use he is. He considers himself now to be a fighter, something used to aid in clearing the undead in certain areas. Because of this he places little value on himself, often doing reckless or things normal people would consider foolish.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was already dead a person could easily summarize that he's depressed. It's easy for him to go from feeling sad to feeling quite happy over the most insignificant things to going in an outright rage over the same thing in an instant.

History

Hoofrot, who called himself Hoof for most of his life was a Warrior that was proud of his nomad roots. When he was young, Hoof's father was a Kodo wrangler. He learned from his father that kodo despite being as large as they are have a way of communing with nature that mimics the way of Tauren. Hoof never saw this aspect of kodo, because to him they were just large beasts that ate and pooped all day while making weird and often distracting noises. Then his father showed him something he never forgot, a kodo gravesite.

This area was where Kodo would go when they were old, and eventually lay down and die. His father explained that this was how the kodo become one with the Earthmother, who took her creations into her busom upon their death. At that moment, Hoof learned that to be Tauren, you had to accept your fate much like the Kodo, as well as living in nature and taking care of nature.

Even though his people were suppressed by the centaur he loved the idea of life on the move. A new location meant new adventure and with that new adventure came new friends and new faces. Because he felt this way Hoof never really was bothered by having to migrate.

Once Thunderbluff was established Hoof felt the need to continue his nomadic ways. He sought adventure and because of that he became a proud warrior for the Horde, and even though his opinion differed he still thought well of the Horde. He fought many battles, traveled to many different places and saw many things. However, his last adventure took him to the Plaguelands, as he had heard that Druids were trying to restore what they could of the area and needed help in clearing the undead.

Hoof was proud, too proud to pass this chance up. He went there, more than happy to face the challenge ahead. He helped clear a few places here and there, but it all felt futile after he stayed there for around a month. The Argent Dawn were trying to take areas and when they would it'd be almost a matter of days, if not hours before they were taken back again. However, Hoof didn't lose his resolve...

He was out on patrol looking for some deadies to smash. He was with a rag-tag group of people, an Orc, a Troll, and a lone human (Who was catching quite a lot of crap from the Hordies, but he didn't seem to care.). What they didn't expect was to run into an abomination.

The creature flailed it's ugly appendages, sending it's bladed chain, hatchet and cleaver in various directions, turning most of them into mincemeat... however, Hoof was very intact.

Then the voices started. He woke up with a splitting headache. And that soothing voice. That persuasive voice. It was very alluring. It told him things he wanted to hear.

It compelled him to kill. He became the thing that he was fighting against. He killed people that he was fighting to help, and desecrated the land to serve his new master, the Lich King.

Then, he was freed. After that moment he almost wished he had died in the battlefield, blissfully unaware of what he'd done and what he'd become. Instead he has been dealing with the mental scars left behind. Along with this he's dealing with the fact that he's a Tauren that's a "sin" against nature. While he's accepted in his homeland he still feels incomplete.

Because of this he continues to help the Ebon Blade more than the actual Horde. He's often running missions from helping with rogue Deathknights, to clearing out areas that are infested with undead. His rank and status have never really mattered to him and right now the only thing he sees is the immediate goal; proving his own self worth and placing meaning on his existance.