Khammosh

Information

Character Full Name: Khammosh Wolfjaw, son of Krolash

Character In-Game Name: Khammosh

Nickname(s): Elf (Urk), idiot (Super Smart People)

Associations: Born in the Bleeding Hollow Clan, the Far Wolves

Race: Orc

Class: Hunter

Age: About 40

Sex: Male

Hair: Dark brown and grey.

Eyes: Blood red

Weight: 263 pounds

Height: 6 feet, smaller than average

Appearance

In his free time, if the climate allows it, he usually only wears some loincloth, sandals and maybe some fur around his torso. If the climate doesn't allow such fantastic clothing style, he'll wear some of the leather and fur he uses for battle. His armour is mostly adjusted to the surroundings; he is a scout. Leather, fur, chainmail and sometimes an iron breastplate.

Other: He has a tattoo on his right shoulder, it's a faded Bleeding Hollow Clan symbol. He also has several bite, scratch and weapon marks over his body, which isn't that unusual for one of the world of Warcraft. You'll often see him going about with a goofy grin with a tint of arrogance and idiocy plastered upon his face.

Personality

Let's say he belongs to the Grom/Doomhammer archetype, but then, the prankster and idiot version. But, he isn't that shallow! Even he has touchy moments. Nudge him about the wars, and you might make him cry. He has a good heart, but is sadly too easy to manipulate.

Cowmen; The closest thing to brethren we've got!

Sneakymons; Well, they are nearly one of our own, but... Do you know what that mobo and hoodoo is? Disgusting!

Corpses; Fearless, great warriors, but damn them all! Filthy corpses.

Pinksies; Phah! Ridiculous!

Lightboys; They may be good on the field, but they're still annoying.

Short lightboys; I like their brews!

Babies; Gnomes? What? They're pups of those lightboys!

Treehuggers; Blergh, for every Elf you see, there are two you don't!

Blueskins; Hmmph... An Orc doesn't apologize!

History

As a young pup, Mosh went through the Dark Portal with the rest of his Bleeding Hollow relatives. He spent his early years in the swamps, the first conquered place you could say. The war raged on, several of his relatives died... but, the Horde had sacked Stormwind! You could see the little pups playing in the settlements, shouting 'I am Doomhammer, die you filthy Black Hand!'. Though, the second war wasn't so amusing for Orcdom. Together with the Warsong and the Shattered Hand clan, the Bleeding Hollow Clan was guided back to Draenor under Ner'zhuls leadership. It didn't take long for the Humans to intrude their homeland. Due of the many portals being made, Draenor was collapsing. The three clans, now smaller due many staying behind to become the fel Horde, broke through the Human fortifications and reached Azeroth before their portal was closed. Again, many died as is normal. It was quite hard for a quickly hurt pup such as Khammosh.

In the interment camps they went! He was shocked by the sight of prison camps filled with lethargic Orcs. Although he didn't have much time to be shocked, a brawl started once more. He defeated his apponent by biting in his neck, that's why he is now called Wolfjaw. He spent 6 years in an interment camp, until the great Go'el freed Orcdom. Now, Khammosh was a grown man. Like most Orcs did, he followed Thrall alongside the remnants of the core of his family. He sailed with them across the ocean, helped the rescue of the Darkspear Trolls, accepted the great hospitality of the Tauren, ... He didn't get to enjoy the simple life for long, he was enraged by the acceptance of the Sin'dorei, and moved out of Orgrimmar to live as a hunter in the Barrens. His own way of protest. He started using bows instead of the standard axe, it was quite a funny sight, but he endured. Now he's fairly good at hunting, but not THAT good. He heard of a clan which had the same ideals as he did, and did not hesitate to join the Wartusk Clan due the Bleeding Hollow Clan being almost nonexistant by that time.

The Wartusk Clan, however got unwanted attention. One evening, Khammosh was refueling himself as is usual with alcohol in Ratchet; he'd be in danger of bumping into one of his superiors in the Crossroads! As he was enjoying himself, he heard assassins conspire to slay Azitalon, chieftain of the Wartusk. Khammosh rode his wolf Gosh faster than ever to share the news. The next day, there wasn't a trace of the chieftain; he had fled. Now, without a goal, he felt empty. He entered his family burrow and went to help in the Arathi wars alongside two of his brothers. There, Khammosh had joined an organization named 'the Far Wolves', whom were at that time too in Arathi. However, as the war quietly came to an end, Khammosh stayed behind to keep an eye out for Hammerfall. Months later, he had decided to leave Hammerfall to itself and get back to work with the Far Wolves.