Maulbane

Information

Player: Maulbane

Character Full Name: Maulbane, no last name

Character In-Game Name: Maulbane

Nickname(s): Maul, Maulbane. Cow.

Association(s): The Horde.

Race: Tauren

Class: Hunter

Age: 81

Sex: Male

Hair: Apart from the hair all over him, he has small tufts of hair bursting from the sides of his face. A shaggy, unkempt mane completes the look.

Eyes: Blue, Patient and calm. They tend to observe, not boring through or staring, and on the other hand not leaving anything unnacounted for.

Weight: 345lb, what he does keeps him fairly lean. A lot of the weight is a contribution from his muscle, the majority of which is on his legs and arms.

Height: Eight feet, just above average, and nothing special.

Other: Maulbane, like most of the entire world, carries weapons. This particular Tauren carries a large two handed axe, which is strapped to his back with multiple leather bits and bobs. Accompanying it is a worn, scratched rifle. When he is hunting, or has a reason, he has a bandolier strapped diagonally from his shoulder to his waist, and along it has many different tools, most prominently bullets and a skinning knife.

And that isn't even mentioning Goretusk.

Alignment: Neutral Good. He will stand up for the person who needs his help most, and deplores "Evil" acts. Being a hunter, he is usually detached from the many different societies of the world, which is where the neutral comes in. He will do what is right regardless of the law.

Appearance

If he isn't in his "About-town" suit, which is a slightly ragged suit of comfortable barely-matching leather, or a rarer set of clothes that looks oddly like the brewfest garb, he's wearing his hunting suit. An impressive suit of mail, carefully put together with different pieces he finds over many years, and worn so much that it's like a second skin. He'll wear this whenever he's in any danger, or outside a town.

Personality

Maulbane has been a hunter since he was a calf, playing with a club and waddling after Plainstriders with it since he was a wee child. As a result, he has grown extremely since those years, and knows almost all there is to hunting the beasts of Azeroth (Most of them, that is. He's not too keen on hunting dragons.). He is patient at first glance, giving off an air of what could be called serenity.

However, when put into a situation that is or appears dangerous, he'll show visible signs of nervousness. And you can see a completely different side of him when you force or goad (Which is hard) him into a fight. Depending on the situation, he'll either fall back on his tried and true methods of combat, his quick and thought out movements, or he'll get very, very angry, and throw that training away in his urge to cut you in half. What triggers either of these is for him to know and you to find out.

History

Maulbane was born in a now-destroyed tribe, that went by the name of "The Fleetswoop Clan". It was a small group of hunter/gatherers, under twenty members, living in the rolling hills of Mulgore, and migrating every month to a new position. They constantly had to fight off warbands of Centaur, which was one of the reasons they no longer exist. As Maulbane was a child, he learned to hide in his family's yurt when he heard the unmistakable sound of hooves. Almost every time, without fail, someone got injured or killed in the attacks, no matter how hard they fought.

But even though it was a hard existence, they persevered. They hunted and ate Plainstrider, Cougar and various animals of the Prairie every night, and Maulbane learned the ways of the tribe every day, rain or sun being irrelevant. When he was twenty he could swing an axe properly, when he was twenty five he could lay fish traps, and so on and so forth, learning new and important things every month. The attacks of the Centaur intensified, and their numbers grew as Tauren refugees from other tribes steadily joined them for shelter and food.

And so, nothing worthy of note happened. They were attacked consistently, they fought off the attacks, they ate, they slept, they learned and they aged. Maulbane did as the tribe asked of him without question, becoming a more and more productive member of the tribe, going out on longer and longer hunting trips and coming back with even more meat each time. He even insisted on helping defend against the Kolkar, but the Elders refused, deeming him not capable. Maulbane responded by improving his productivity in other ways, helping the adults skin hides and cooking the meat he found himself.

By the time he had reached adulthood, things were changing rapidly. He had been told he was ready to find a kodo, and that he was to go out into Mulgore, find a suitable calf, stalk it and somehow capture it and return it to the tribe. Without any long-winded or detailed lists of what happened, he returned, covered in gashes and bruises, with a still-screaming Kodo calf. To this day he still calls it the most traumatic experience in his life. Aside from that, the conflicts began taking more lives, and the Kolkar aggressors attacked with superior weapons and armor than before. Maulbane decided, out of the blue, he had to leave before he died. He begged others to come with him to search for something better, but they all stayed.

Three years later he was in the Stonetalon Mountains, living on his own food and drink, and working for whoever needed him. He would work especially hard if they had coin to spare, a new concept to him, but one he quickly understood he needed to survive. And so his true life began, every few years migrating to another part of the land, or moving to a whole new land. Over time, he began to learn the cultures and separate ways of every tribe and people he was allowed to set foot near, observing and absorbing everything before him. He always moved on filled to the brim with new knowledge, and indeed new ways to fight and hunt.

On and on it went. He had now been to The Barrens, and was living with the Tauren tribes there. He watched the Quilboar from afar, learning their ways also. He knew how to hunt different animals, and with even more methods than he could imagine. He was also beginning to grow out of his headstrong nature, more and more content with staying longer in a place. That, however, didn't stop him from continuing his exploration of the world. Soon he was in his mid seventies, two things happened. One, Thrall and a group of odd Green things started to arrive in Kalimdor, and then the more important thing happened. A little starving boar, almost certainly the runt of his litter, waddled hesitantly into what would now be the town of The Crossroads.

The children in the would-be town giggled when it flailed its diminutive legs, trying to get up after they kicked it over. But every day it would come back, for the scraps of food none other than Maulbane left for it. Over a month the once pathetic boar fed on Maulbane's food and pity, and began to grow, starting to bite the children's legs as they kicked at it. When the tribe members were about to kill it for being a nuisance, Maulbane scooped it up in his arms and took it with him to his next destination, which was wherever he found himself.

PRESENT DAY:

Maulbane now not only explores Kalimdor, but has began stretching his legs in areas like Strangethorn Vale. Goretusk is now a bulky, impressive creature, proving it was worthy of Maulbane's past care and compassion. He has been on countless hunts alongside the Tauren, and Maulbane dotes for him beyond belief, more than anything else on the entire planet. Over many years he has improved and mastered his skills, and keeps his various trophies in a small house in Thunder Bluff, which he frequents when he is not on expeditions. He harbours respect for Hemet Nesingwary. He does not know what happened to the Fleetswoop clan, but prays they all survived.