Laktuk

Information

Player: Snuggley

Character Full Name: Lak'tuk

Character In-Game Name: Laktuk

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Knights of the Ebon Blade

Race: Orc

Class: Blood Death Knight

Age: 30

Sex: Female

Hair: Long, thin white hair

Eyes: Glowing Scourgey Blue.

Scale/Height: 1.1/6'5"

Weight: 315 Lbs

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Lak'tuk is always dressed in linked heavy plate armor, littered with runes and skull-like carvings. Masterfully crafted, though not as well maintained- the armor is nicked and chipped from years of combat and abuse. The great-sword the orc carries fares no better.

Personality

Lak'tuk is a brooding and selfish Death Knight, but is at heart a soldier. She is fiercely loyal to the Knights of the Ebon Blade, though not much else. If given orders from another Knight, she will do them. If not for the sake of duty, then to try and dull the unending boredom that comes from undeath. She has a very hard time finding joy in anything that doesn't involve sating the blood-lust that curses all Death Knights. Preferring to stay silent and stoic, she tends to display an air of contempt and annoyance when in conversation.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

History

Lak'tuk was born a Frostwolf, not with the name "Jiih Stonebend"- taken the last name of her father. Jiih's upbringing was a spiritual upbringing, despite her lacking the means to commune with the spirits and elements. Life was not easy of course, but it was a healthy upbringing. She fit into the simple, Tribalist lifestyle very well. Learning and performing the basic duties that she could. Cooking, herb gathering, and assisting the elders- learning from them all the while.

Like many Frostwolves, as Jiih grew to age she did so with a friend she'd come to know well, a large white wolf named Karrak. They did nearly everything together, hunting, fighting- training. The orc in the wolf were nearly inseparable. When Jiih went on a hunt, Karrak was with her. When she traveled to another village for trade and supply, and even when she went with her father to free their captured brethren in the camps. She would not join the Horde on it's exodus to Kalimdor however, preferring the safety of the Frostwolve's mountain home.

She'd spend many years in the company of her family and clan, fighting to defend it's boarders when the need arose, with her companion at her side. It was no secret that an evil was erupting in the human nation to the north, a plague of undeath sweeping through the lands of Lordearon. And while any Orc would be forgiven for leaving humans to their fate, Jiih wouldn't wish a fate even on the Orc's worst enemy. (Save maybe The Legion.) She'd get her chance to combat the tide of undead with the formation of the Argent Dawn. She made her goodbyes with her family and friends, making her way to Light's Hope Chapel to join the cause.

Jiih found life among the humans of the Argent Dawn to be strange and foreign, but was glad to see the human organization welcoming of her kind. She already had some experience in battle, but this was an actual military- where she was trained to fight in ranks, with equipment forged by professional armorsmiths. Under the banner of the Argent Dawn, Jiih and Karrak fought bravely against the Scourge with many-a crusader at their sides. But even under the best of circumstances, it was a battle that would get worse long before it'd get better.

Jiih and Karak were on patrol on a particularly putrid smelling day when they were ambushed, a group of wraiths casting down upon the crusaders from a hilltop as skeleton swarms attacked them from the front. Jiih fought hard and viciously, but could not account for the undead masses. One of her final thoughts as a living being was seeing Karrak impaled on a pike, not long before she shared his fate. She thought it was the end, but she was wrong. She wouldn't be traveling to Oshu'gun on that day.

Jiih awoke at the feet of a pallid magister, feeling a chilling numbness all throughout her. Her body rose to it's feet as she heard the words: "You are worthy." She had been resurrected, though not as any mindless zombie. Her body was armored in saronite plate, and her body took upon the mantle of a Death Knight. A runeblade was placed in her hands, and the orc sacrificed one of those who'd been found wanting, as ordered. She had yet to know or completely understand what was happening, though she was quick to learn that her will was not her own. She'd cast her old name into history as she partook in the coming slaughter against the Scarlet township below the floating fortress of Acherus, taking upon a new name. "Lak'tuk," which means "Suffering" in Orcish. Laktuk proved to be more than capable with a blade, and the dark powers that fed into her necrotic form.

It was not Laktuk's fate to die wanting revenge however, for at Light's Hope Chapel she, as was all of Acherus, given a second chance after the attack on Light's Hope Chapel. As history tells, the Death Knights fell into their dark master's trap, the sundered Mograine tossed Tirion Fording the Ashbringer, which he used to strike the Lich King. The Silver Hand and the Argent Dawn became the Argent Crusade, and the Knights of the Ebon Blade became an independent entity, bent on revenge against the king of the Scourge. A revenge which they would have, after much time and hardship. Laktuk took her place on the battlefields in Northrend, though she fought with her Ebon Blade allies rather than the Horde. Revenge dominated her mind, but also a feeling of guilt and shame about her fate.

When the walls of Icecrown crumbled at the end of the war, and the Lich King was destroyed, Laktuk was left with nothing. She no longer had a purpose for being, finding revenge a dish more a feast for the eyes than the soul. With nothing else, she carries on to this day. Dutifully serving the Ebon Blade and it's allies, wherever they may draw her.