Kalegra

Information

Player: Delta

Character Full Name: Kalegra Giantcrusher.

Character In-Game Name: Kalegra.

Nickname: Kal.

Associations: The Frostwolf Clan, The Argent Crusade.

Race: Orc

Class: Warrior

Skills and Abilities: Having spent most of her life in one frozen wasteland or another, she's near-impervious to lesser cold. She possesses great upper-body strength which allows her to utilise two-handed weapons skillfully.

Age: 28

Sex: Female

Hair: Ruddy brown. So long that it might never have been cut, and she wears it tightly braided.

Eyes: Reddish-grey.

Weight: 438lbs.

Height: 6'5"

Appearance

Swathed in layers of dense furs, coarse leather wrappings and sparse plate, Kalegra is always suitably clad for the winterly climes she often finds herself inhabiting. A lean and grey-nosed frost wolf's snarl masks her face, its paws draping over her shoulders. Its pelt alone is massive, dwarfing the wearer. Under the thick padding, Kalegra is broad enough to rival a young male of her kind, and is nearly as tall. Occasionally, she dons standard issue Argent plate to better represent her organisation.

Personality

Kalegra's an orc of few words. She relies on the direction and wisdom of her elders, who she believes are seldom wrong. This was reinforced throughout her youth, and she depended upon the spiritual guides of the Frostwolf clan. Her trust in her allies is so absolute, and she is devoted to a fault. For all her gusto in battle, she's has a meek soul, and latches onto authoritative figures for guidance and reassurance. In spite of her nature, she does possess the capacity to lead, and will step up to do so if no others assume the mantle of responsibility.

History

Giantcrusher

The frostscape spanning out before her from an overlooking cliff, Kalegra drew a deep lungful of air. It was unlike the familiar livening chill she knew from her youth. The scent of death prevailed, harrowingly so. She had arrived in Icecrown but a few weeks ago, and already understood the dangers of the land all too well. A shiver having nothing to do with the intense cold ran up her spine, and she frowned, making to return to the camp which had been established nearby. Hers was a small expedition, a strike force tasked with annihilating a shambling unit of the Scourge close to a Vrykul settlement. The orc hadn't been particularly concerned about being caught unawares. Not there, all the way out in the mountains. Even though she was alone, the ledge was a high one and difficult to traverse quietly. That's why it was something of a small wonder that she didn't notice the terrible edge of a great blade bearing down on her.

Before she took a desperate tumble down a snowy-lined bank, the tip bit into her back, and she left a streaking trail of dark crimson in the descending roll. She had not counted on a local introducing himself. All she could think was that she would meet her ancestors this day. Coming to a stop with her head hazy and her vision swimming, she watched him plod slowly towards her, and pondered if the rumbling in her ears had more to do with her fall or his footsteps. Whichever the case, her mace had been lost along the way, and no amount of fumbling would make it reappear in her hand. -Crunch-. By the grace of sheer will she was able to scramble to her feet, dizzily scrambling away from her intent enemy. Something collided with her back. ...No. It was the other way around. The opposing peak - a sheer incline - barred her path, and the bump shook a lump of snow free from its peak to splatter before her.

With no time to entertain the mount's mockery, Kalegra returned her sights to the swiftly-approaching and steadily-focusing image of the towering giant, as he prepared for a cleave which would surely divorce her head from her shoulders. In the interest of buying a few more moments to stave off her impending fate, the warrior ducked under his swing, which cut into the mountainside with terrific force. Such force, in fact, that several tonnes of cobalt rock and snow toppled onto the pair of them and buried them in a frigid prison.

Traces of red and a mace with a shattered haft had led concerned members of her expedition to the mound that would've marked their sentry's grave. By virtue of the girth of the sword of her foe, she survived the small avalanche, its broad blade shielding her from much of the impact.

She claimed the sword, her saviour, and had it re-forged into a form befitting her size and weight, for the original model was more than twice her height. It served as a commemorative token for the accidental feat that had earned her a proud name of her own, bestowed by her fellow Crusaders. She soon came to know the Argents as family, the Crusade her home.

Beginnings

As far as Azerothian births go, Kalegra's was a fortunate one, particularly for her race. The Frostwolf Clan had established itself in Alterac, and it was in those frozen valleys that Kalegra was raised. Unlike many cubs born into this lush, new world, she wouldn't be anyone's slave, and was able to live an honest life. Not the easiest life, but the challenges she faced were the challenges of any creature daring enough to seek prosperity where the Frostwolf Clan did.

She played rough 'n' tumble games with the young boys of her clan until it had the potential to lead to more, and when that happened, she hunted with them instead. While some hunters lose sight of the hunt's value, as is common where game is plentiful, she and her band remained thankful for each kill they made and honoured the beast by putting its full body to use.

That was her lot, and she was glad of it, which isn't to say she was unhappy when the clan was roused to assist in freeing the enslaved orcs. She'd heard of such things, just as she'd heard of Draenor, whispers of betrayal and other things before her time, but it was such an unimaginableconcept that she felt compelled to see it for herself.

So see it she did. A life like that was unfit for her kind, she had thought. It was strange that they needed to be reminded of this. Kalegra went on with the liberated orcs, who would later see to the founding of Orgrimmar. She found her place assisting an older Frostwolf belonging to her family with his blacksmithing business.

That time was kind to her, simple and quiet though her life was. Nonetheless, she found herself tagging along to sign up to the Argent Dawn when the organisation rose, seeking a greater purpose in her existence. As a member of the Horde, she was treated with caution and mild contempt, but she proved skilled at bringing down Azeroth's enemies, and that was enough. She had thought that perhaps this experience would help to change her mind about humans, now everyone was working together to end a common evil. Because she wished for that, she was even able to bear their bizarre devotion to the force known as the 'Holy Light'.

When the Dawn broke and became the Crusade, Kalegra basked in the light of a silver sun with her fellow Crusaders. There, she faced challenges manifold, tests and trials that she revelled in the undertaking of. She continues to serve the cause of Azeroth's noble defenders, ever more committed to defending the world as she must be against those who seek to undo it.