Kargor

Information

Player: Torn

Character Full Name: Kargor Axewolf

Character In-Game Name: Kargor

Nickname(s): Karg

Association(s): The Horde, currently seeking to join the Blackwolf Clan.

Race: Orc

Class: Warrior

Age: 37

Sex: Male

Hair: Black hair, braided down his shoulders. A wild looking stubble on his chin.

Eyes: Brown.

Weight: 412 lbs.

Height: 6'5.

Alignment: Neutral Good.

Appearance

A mixture of mail and leathers, mostly in brown/red. Always a wolf's head covering his face. His favored weapon is a large axe.

Other: He is a typical orc warrior.

Personality

Kargor is rough. He is brutally honest and most of the time he doesn't care what anyone thinks. He is a true warrior and battle tactics are his specialty. Not quick to anger he prefers to fight with his head rather than his heart.

But on rare occasion, if a friend or loved one is threatened or hurt he will go into a bloodrage, barreling into whatever stands in the way of him helping.

He is very loyal and believes in a strong code of honor. Promises and oaths are very serious to him and he will do anything to keep a promise. One of the few things he really hates is a traitor, an oathbreaker or an assassin. To kill a foe by stabbing him in his sleep or in the back he will not tolerate.

History

Kargor was born a few years before the orcs entered Azeroth, although Draenor was already dying and the orcish people in chaos. His father was a warrior of the Frostwolf Clan, his mother a shaman turned warlock. In his eleventh year, the Dark Portal was opened, so he was put in mail armor and given an axe.

This is how Kargor remembers his life:

"I had always been a warrior at heart. In my childhood we began training at the age of six. We were ready for battle in our eleventh winter. My father taught me well while my mother.. Well she practiced magic I did not like.

"Our life was hard. The land was dying and the warriors killed each other to sate the bloodlust, the demonic rage. My father told me once that the Chieftain did not allow our clan to drink from the 'Cup of Unity'. And yet I saw in him a fury, I knew none of us could escape that fate.

"I was young.. Too young to fight in a war. It was exciting at first, standing with my weapon raised bellowing a warcry, running toward that black hole in the world. A new beginning, a new life they said. But what I found on the other side was not life.. It was death.

"Oh I fought, I used all my rage, all my training just to stay alive. I lost my parents in the chaos, I existed only to march and kill. I do not know how I survived. But through both wars I fought and I grew up.

"I had lost all will, I stumbled on and swung my axe in blind rage, but that was it. So when we were captured I felt nothing. I was empty, done with life. Thrall freed us, he told us we had to fight for a new life.. I had heard that somewhere before.

"But something about this orc, close to my own age, blew life back into my shattered spirit. I raised my massive axe, donned armor once more and fought with renewed strength for Thrall. I followed him to Durotar and aided in the building of Orgrimmar.

"But I was bothered still, I had a home and a life, but I had no name. I was a Frostwolf in youth, but the clan's name is not my own. I told a friend of mine this, and he gave me the greatest gift I have gotten. He told me how he had noticed my skill with the axe, especially on wolfback. My name was Axewolf.

"Today I wander, I fight when I need to, but I seek something.. To have a purpose once more, someone I can fight with or serve. To have a sense of brotherhood again .."