Lohuuron

Information

Player: flavafat (AkA Rhozak AkA Keith)

Character Full Name: Lohuuron Darkmane

Character In-Game Name: Lohuuron

Nickname(s): Lohuu; Lurch; Shade; Panther

Association(s): Grimtotem Tribe; Bloodhoof Tribe; Thunderhorn Tribe

Race: Tauren

Class: Hunter

Age: 52

Sex: Male

Hair: Lohuuron has a black mane, with long braids going down his chin. Gold rings are used to keep these braids in place; along with a large gold ring on his right horn. Lohuuron's horns grow long and are extended out infront of his head for some distance before stopping.

Eyes: Lohuuron has oddly bright hazel eyes that stand out drasticlly from the rest of his dark body.

Weight: 578 lbs. Although Lohuuron weighes so much, most of the weight is in heavy muscle. Even for a Tauren Lohuuron is rather large, and his pet bear Moktai really suits Lohuuron well in this area, weighing roughly about the same as Lohuuron.

Height: 8,5" Like said before, Lohuuron is a rather large Tauren. His weight matches up with his height, causing him to have a slight lurch. When he has this lurch, he stands at about 8,3"; still being a very large figure.

Alignment: Chaotic Good; Lohuuron is usually found on his own, mostly in Un'Goro Crater or Nagrand. These are Lohuuron's two most favored places; for he says the natural beauty of the land sees no bounds. With this, Lohuuron never really has any regard for authority or what people want him to do. If something goes against his ways, he will simply not do it. No matter what the cost is, he always sticks by his own code.

Appearance

Lohuuron has very few pieces of armor on his body, but they are very particular. The most extravagant piece of armor Lohuuron has is a large shoulder-piece that he is almost always seen wearing, being made of two large bear heads, one resting upon each shoulder. Through the eyes and the mouth of the shoulders an eerie blue flame emits; the source obviously being actual fire, but how it is constantly lit is still unknown. On his legs, Lohuuron usually wears a fine leather or mail piece; always black or dark brown. He also wears large gloves over his hands, only the tips of his fingers exposed so he can grip things relatively well. Lohuuron carries two decent sized axes on his waist, and a large, almost makeshift gun strapped around his abdomen. However, despite its looks, the gun is extremely powerful and has obviously had a lot of wear on it. Strapped to his waist he also carries a small pouch full of custom bullets, the material unknown to most people, but it is known that that he picks the ammo up from an area in Un'Goro Crater. Around his back Lohuuron wears a fur cloak that moves all the way down to his ankles. Lohuuron carries a bit more equipment though when he is on the hunt. A skinning knife is always found at his waist, along with several small accessories in his main pack on his back. His appearance also changes when in main cities though. He wears a wolf's head-skin over his head, covering the top half of his face from view.

Other: Moktai is Lohuuron's faithful companion; an enormous black bear. Some view his companion as a useless burden, but Lohuuron sees the potential of other beings. No matter how someone wants to look at it, Moktai is more humane than most humanoid creatures. He has saved Lohuuron more times than he can remember, and feels that he owes the creature more than it does him. Lohuuron also has a rather deep voice; a bitter sound in his words, much like those of the Grimtotem clan.

Personality

Lohuuron is a mysterious person. He can be extremely calm one second, with no sign of composure, and the next second he could be ripping someone's head off with his gorilla pounding the ground around him fending foes off. The only real way to tell Lohuuron's feelings is to see what Moktai is doing first. Lohuuron and Moktai share a strong bond and wherever each one is the other is not far. They have an extreme close relationship, and with this they are both similar. Both are severe extremists; only certain actions triggering an unbelievable anger inside them. However, both know their limits. As seen in hunting, both wait until the exact right time to strike and then move with full on force. However, even though Lohuuron has a calm personality most of the time he differs from most of his fellow Tauren. When these certain actions affect him, Lohuuron is set into a deep mindset with almost nothing able to stop him, especially with the help of Moktai. He also keeps grudges for as long as he can remember, and he hasn't forgotten one yet. Lohuuron rarely shows any forgiveness for enemies, and also rarely shows any kind feelings towards those that are not extremely close to him. The few races that Lohuuron does accept, consisting of the Draenei, Orcs, and Night Elves. Though as he grows older, Lohuuron has grown to be more accepting of people, whether it be because he grows more compassionate or just simply more tired. Through all of these emotions though, Lohuuron can not truly be seen until you befriend him. Once someone is considered an ally to Lohuuron, he is a very amusing person. He tries to get on their “best side” and enjoys their company as much as anybody could.

History

Lohuuron dashed through the forest, rain pouring down from the treetops. He heard the screams behind him as Moktai panted, swinging right above him from tree to tree. “So this is it….this is the end….” He pressed up against a tree, ripping his axes out as he thought of all the events leading up to this one point. Moktai skid to the side, snarling as he looked up to Lohuuron with a questioning look on his face. Lohuuron simply let his finger move up to his lips, closing his eyes as silence set upon the forest. He knew they were still near, closer than before. For what others could not see, he could hear. He heard the sniffing of their large snouts, scouring the lands for any sign of the Tauren. He knew they would find him. Most of all, he knew he wouldn't let them take him.

Darkness filled the sky as a bolt of lightning struck down a few miles away from the hill. The wind blew furiously, a cat climbing up to top of the hill to face a large, dark figure. The figure of Quin'tal. It let out a purr, causing yet another large mysterious figure to move up from the side. “Brother…it is good to see you…” He said, as Quin'tal turned to the side, nodding his head slightly. “Same to you..” “I suppose you know why I am here…” The figure murmured as a wolf's head was seen appearing out from the shadows of the figure, the cat moving back to his side slowly. “Yes, I got your letter….where is the child?....” The figure grinned slightly, his white fangs shining in the light of the moon as he passed over a small bundle. “Please brother, take good care of him…” “You know I will treat him as if he was my own…” Quin'tal replied simply. The dark figure slowly moved back into the shadows, the cat's eyes glowing as it receded down the hill, another bolt of lightning striking into the side of the hill.

The Darkmane Tribe is one full of mystery. It was rumored that they had sided with the Grimtotem clan when Cairne decided to ally with the Horde, but their definite region and alliance is unknown. Even so, it was confirmed to Lohuuron that his tribe was considered one with high separations from the main Tauren population. Lohuuron's father, Quin'Tal was a revered Warrior of their small, nomad camp that travelled through the Barrens and his mother, Nakheo was a respected Shaman in the camp. Lohuuron loved them dearly, but he did not nearly spend as much time with them as he wished he had. Instead, he was interested in his uncle, nominated to lead the Darkmane clan, Wakara. Although Wakara was away for the birth of Lohuuron, and was away for large amounts of time, Lohuuron had a special bond with him. There were a few reasons to this, but among them all was his bond with the animals that roamed the lands. Lohuuron only became more interested about this as he grew older, learning about the Great Hunt and the sacrifices of the Earthmother. To most Wakara was known as an odd and lonely figure. The title he had gained was called, “Beastmaster”, and Lohuuron had a deep passion for the subject of becoming a hunter, and even a Beastmaster. When Lohuuron was ten he was first introduced to a small black bear that Wakara had brought from Un'Goro Crater. It was clumsy and loud, and menacing, but Lohuuron loved everything about it. It was really in a way, just like him at his age. As time went on Lohuuron only further strengthened his bond with the small creature; eventually going under his uncle as an apprentice. Moktai slowly began to bend with Lohuuron, going through the same changes as he did. Soon though, new threats would rise.

Eventually, the time came for Lohuuron to show his true potential. The Great Hunt approached, and Lohuuron began to worry. Wakara however, saw hope in Lohuuron. Not only did Wakara and Moktai aid Lohuuron now though; he had a new brother, named Poelou. Quin'tal admired the Poelou, but even though he was not much younger than Lohuuron, he loved him more than he did Lohuuron. Quin'tal never said it, but both Wakara and Lohuuron knew that he saw some of himself in the young Poelou, and it disappointed Lohuuron. Wakara however told Lohuuron to shrug it off, wanting him in best spirits for the Great Hunt. It was not seen though what the true face of Poelou was. He was a mean, bitter child that constantly pushed Lohuuron to do tasks that he would not have done on his own. For Poelou had no respect for the land, he merely wanted what was best for himself. Later that year, the great hunt began, and things would change drastically.

Even though the Great Hunt was meant for individuals, the tribe felt it was best that groups should be made to help from centaur attacks. Poelou was set under the control of Quin'tal with Lohuuron, and things seemed to go well. Poelou and Lohuuron had already tracked two Kodo that were in a small group, and weeks passed by as they tracked them all the way to Mulgore. Finally, the time came when they could strike. The two happened to branch off from the group to a pond near the edge of the Barrens. Lohuuron ran out, then pulled his bow back with speed. He then let it go, unleashing a devastating arrow into his beast. He heard the scream of the beast, but behind it he heard something else. As he turned around, Quin'tal was clashing his two blades against those of two centaurs. Poelou fell down onto the ground as yet another Centaur moved in to attack him, but Lohuuron pulled his arrow back just in time, letting an arrow rip into the leg of the Centaur. It screamed in pain before it turned to Lohuuron, charging with a bestial look in its eyes. Just as the Centaur was within arm's length of Lohuuron a black blur moved into the Centaur, slamming it down into the ground. A blood wrenching scream was heard, causing Lohuuron to turn, seeing Wakara move over the hill with a large axe in hand. He then dashed down the hill, whipping a crossbow out and as he charged he loaded it, a Centaur moving off of Quin'tal as he fell to the ground, snarling as he glared up at the charging Wakara. Wakara let the bolt rip out of the crossbow, it slamming down into the knee of the Centaur, almost ripping it's leg off. He then tossed the crossbow to the side, swinging the axe over his head in a circle before he slammed it down into the torso of the Centaur, sending it flailing down to the ground. The remaining Centaur grunted as it limped away from the area, moving towards the Barrens slowly as the black tiger ripped chunks off of the Centaur's bones. Lohuuron turned back to see the Kodo down on the ground, attempting to crawl away. He narrowed his eyes, picking his bow back up slowly as he pulled the wire back, releasing it with speed, causing the sharp arrow to rip into the side of the Kodo, sending it down fully. Poelou watched, astonished at what had just happened. Lohuuron then turned to see Quin'tal moving up to only fall down; a large gash seen across his back. Lohuuron's eyes grew wide as both him and Wakara ran over, kneeling before the large figure, blood dripping out of his mouth. A tear moved down the cheek of Lohuuron as Quin'tal managed to whisper, “Stay strong…” As he tried to raise a hand up to Lohuuron, it set down instead upon Poelou's leg, sliding down it slowly. Lohuuron narrowed his eyes with sorrow as Poelou slid the hand off, moving wet blood off of his mane. Wakara gripped Lohuuron by the shoulder, lifting him up slowly before he looked down into his eyes. “I am proud of you, s-“ The last word was not uttered, causing Lohuuron to raise a small brow. Lohuuron walked with sorrow filled eyes to the dead Kodo, Wakara moving behind him, ready to drag the beast back to the Barrens.

When they arrived at the camp Wakara told of how the centaur clan was making new advances to their tribe, and they needed to move. He had been tracking Quin'Tal along with Poelou and Lohuuron for days, but people questioned why nothing was said before. He answered that he wished to see the true intentions of the centaur, but it was not believed. Wakara pleaded the others to believe him, and to follow him south, where a large crater was formed with luscious wild life. They still refused, causing Wakara to slowly move down the southern path of the camp. Lohuuron ran up to the figure, questioning him slowly. “When will I see you again, uncle?...” Wakara chuckled, smiling as he nodded his head a bit, the large cat moving to his side. “Once you learn of your true path, of the truth, I will find you. Do not fear, I will always be watching you. No matter where you go, no matter what happens, I will be your protector.” Wakara bended down, smiling as he patted the young Tauren on his shoulder with a rough hand, moving back slowly as he turned on his heels, walking off into the distance of the dusk.

The years passed by slowly after his father's death and Wakara's leave of absence. Eventually, his clan began to break away. The new leader was an old Druid, and he had been a valued member of the tribe for many years. However, many people thought that he was too old to maintain the tribe, especially with the increasing Centaur threats. His name was Drounaho, and he then made a drastic change, that affected many people's standings. He decided that the tribe would move back to their original homelands of Mulgore. People did not want to leave the lands that they knew as home, and they also knew of a more open land, called the Stolentalon Mountains. With his people torn apart, Lohuuron did not know what to do. So, he decided to move south. Among others, Poelou moved north to Stolentalon Mountains to meet with the Grimtotem allies. Few words were spoken between Poelou and Lohuuron as they moved apart; glances were exchanged more than words as they moved apart. Lohuuron moved to the land that his people knew as the Thousand Needles with Moktai.

After only a few days in the Thousand Needles Lohuuron had moved far to the west side of the zone. Eventually Lohuuron had found luscious lands, in an area called Feralas. He met several other Tauren that had departed from their tribes there, and they told Lohuuron of the fertile land and the plentiful game that roamed the forest. Lohuuron then began to craft his own weapon out of the various materials that he collected as he moved over the lands, and carried the two axes that Wakara had given him so long ago when he trained under him. In Feralas Lohuuron realized that the words that he had heard were not lies. As he hunted the animals of the undiscovered forests he began to make a very odd set of armor out of what he or Moktai did not consume or use for other purposes off of the animals that he killed. As Lohuuron got older, and Moktai, they began to grow more mature. Eventually they became skilled friends that together formed a potent skill. After months of living in the dense forests of Feralas, Lohuuron began to realize the dangers that came with him and Moktai being alone.

“So this is it….this is the end….” He pressed up against a tree, ripping his axes out as he thought of all the events leading up to this one point. Moktai skid to the side, snarling as he looked up to Lohuuron with a questioning look. Lohuuron simply let his finger move up to his lips, closing his eyes as silence set upon the forest. He knew they were still near, closer than before. For what others could not see, he could hear. He heard the sniffing of their large snouts, scouring the lands for any sign of the Tauren. He knew they would find him. Most of all, he knew he wouldn't let them take him. Lohuuron slid the two axes out from his waist, then swung his arm out to the side with crushing force and pristine control, the sharp blade slicing into the neck of the hound with force as it slammed into the tree. Lohuuron swiveled the blade loose, dashing down through the forest with speed. Lohuuron then skid to a hault, a rather large Tauren moving out from a tree line, balancing a mace on his shoulder. “So…you've been the one sniffing around, Lohuuron…” The voice was so clear, so similar to one he had heard before. Then a chuckle erupted from the Tauren, it was Poelou. Lohuuron snarled as he began to grin, Poelou arching a brow up slowly. “What's so funny, I obviously outmatch you…you know that…” Lohuuron shook his head as Moktai ripped out from the tree line behind Poelou, slamming into his back as a heavy shadow. Moktai roared as he lacerated the Tauren's face, Poelou bashing his mace into the side of Moktai causing him to let out a painful roar, skidding onto his side. As Poelou moved to the beaten bear in a rage, he forgot about Lohuuron. As he swung his mace behind his head, a small chink was heard behind him. He turned around slowly, a gun pressing up against his forehead, Lohuuron standing right behind it. “Looks like I finally have you….you should have never sided with them, brother. “ Poelou chuckled, “Your rotten little scum…my father should have never accepted you.” Lohuuron cocked his head to the side a bit, “You are my brother, as I am my father's so-“ Lohuuron was cut off by Poelou abruptly, “No, you are not my brother. You were not my father's son. He took you in after that filth brother of his Wakara asked him to, traveling most of his life. You are not part of my family, and you will never be. Just like Wakara, you will never be a true member of the Darkm-“ Birds flourished out from the trees as a piercing shot was heard, a bullet ripping through the Tauren's skull. Poelou's eyes shot out of his head as he slammed down onto his knees, falling to his side. Moktai slowly crawled up, roaring loudly as he jumped onto the Tauren, ripping away whatever life Poelou had left. “Come…the others will follow soon….” Lohuuron muttered as he moved into the shadowy tree line, Moktai limping as he looked back to the dead Tauren, almost as if he remembered exactly what Lohuuron had.

After years of conflicting with the Grimtotem tribe secretly, Lohuuron finally moved out of the dense forest. He had numerous amounts of odd items that he collected from various abandoned camps along the forest, and he knew that he could collect some form of reward from it. When he neared one of the main camps, he asked about the tribes of the Barrens and what had happened to the Centaur that were invading. Apparently the Orcs had come from the Great Sea and united with Cairne Bloodhoof to form a new alliance. The Grimtotem had consumed much of the Stolentalon Mountains also, and small camps were also forming in Feralas. Lohuuron knew the taint of this tribe, and knew that he would need help in restoring his tribe's name. So, with some of the riches he had gathered he purchased a Kodo, and with this him and Moktai moved back to the Barrens where they are now going to expand from. He wishes to travel to the great Nagrand lands and witness the amazing nature of the lands. Another odd missing piece that Lohuuron thought of, was his supposed mother. He knew that she had safely moved to the plains of Mulgore, but what had become of her? With this though, Lohuuron realized the real reason for him moving out of the forests. He knew that Wakara was still alive, and after his confrontation with his old friend he knew that his past would never be erased. Now, Lohuuron hopes to pursue Wakara and further advance in his training under Wakara. Wherever Wakara is now, Lohuuron will find him, and get answers to all of the questions that haunt him to this day.