Mokai

Information

Player: Altaine

Character Full Name: Mokai Grimsight

Character In-game name: Mokai

Nickname(s): Grimsight

Association(s): Shadowmoon Clan, The Horde, The Burning Legion

Race: Orc

Class: Warlock

Skills and Abilities: Earlier in his life, Grimsight was an orc with the capabilities of a Far Seer and a rising shaman (with training of course) but turned to Warlockism when majority of his bloodline did as well. He is able to cast terrible curses on to others, hurl dark forms of magic that wreak havoc, and summon mysterious forms of demonic beings.

Age: 69

Sex: Male

Hair: It is a dark reddish color, long enough to messily lay across the back of his neck and shoulders. He has two braids of equal length that come down across his chest. Any hair or side burn that clings to his face is connected to his short beard.

Eyes: Reddish-brown

Weight: 375 lbs.

Scale: .85

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Recently, the old orc has revisited his clothed robes and has introduced a new set as well. Commonly you would see him stroll about with a sophisticated outlook on his person. He would be adorned with silver-threaded apparel, gloves, boots, with a tabard and cloak to match. The tabard held the emblem of the Solheim Society, which he displayed somewhat proudly as he walked.

On the rarest of occasion would you see his 'revisited' shaman-apprentice set.

The set was simple to begin with: tribal, loose-fitting, adorned with beads and painted in the colors of the Shadowmoon Valley. There were no sleeves and most if not all of his chest was exposed to any onlooker. The robe covered his lower body and engulfed his legs in the harsh leathery content. A dyed worg mask adorned his face and scalp, and draped with leftover cloth in front of his mouth around his tusks.

Over an elongated period of time, Mokai threaded and twisted the cloth to appear as something else. It was now a deep and hollow black, speckled with teal and bright green highlights. It seemed to throb on his body, eyeballs oozing some type of viscous fluid over his frame, mixing with various bodily fluids and sweat that glistened on his chest. Two gloves covered his grubby green fingers, charred at the very tips, a signal of extended fel usage. At a distance, it would make the viewer churn in disgust and hatred at such encouragement of magics.

But it probably was just an illusion. How could someone thread demonic eyeballs on a robe? Just like his garbs, his mask was also twisted. Thick with the furs of the worg, it was thinner and worn through worse than before. It hung like a limp tablecloth over his eyes, his glowing beads of hatred blazing behind the mask. On top of his head laid two horns that ebbed with a sense of unnatural power.

Other than his usual garments he sometimes dons other sets of great feats, but it is instantaneously recognized to most as an Orcish Warlock's uniform and it can only spell trouble whenever he wears that.

Personality

Cold and calculating. He is burdened by internal demons that torture him for his decision of using such forbidden power for his own well-being. He is still right in his head. As much of a bastard that he seems to come off as, he is very wise.

On the inside, he hides the factor that is his depression. He longs for a time of peace of old. But his bipolar feelings soon turn to rage after thinking about what the Alliance had done. He only believes that the righteous conquering of the Human people will bring back the full glory of the Horde.

He will never admit it, but deep within his heart, despite his self-depression, is his tormented aegis. How he was abused by his father and how he never truly knew his mother, he wished he had taken a different route when he were younger, to become the Farseer that he was destined to be. Destiny is another topic altogether, as fate weaves it's magical tune in a different direction. Mokai quietly talks and splutters to himself, knowing that he will never be able to control his person, but wishing the simple ideal that things be different.

History

Mokai Grimsight was born the first of a triplet. Mokai was always the peacekeeper between his two younger brothers, breaking up fights and solving problems when needed. He was notorious for keeping the three together when it seemed like the entire world had rejected them.

Mokai's mother Tyre had left her husband when the boys were at a young age, and they hadn't ever heard of her.

Gershi, the father had a family of five including himself, with two daughters that would have no mother to turn to. Bewildered (and inexperienced as a young father would be,) Gershi fell to favoritism of his children and blame the plagues of the family on the triplets. Now hated by their father and constantly humiliated by their older siblings, Mokai was little more than the shame of the family and village. Gershi would often force them to sleep outdoors with the wolves with nothing but bones and rags. Talik was often left outside of the village, his father believing that a roaming talbulk would trample at least one of them. They were malnourished and embittered as children, and hated by their father.

Around the age of ten, Mokai was grinding down herbs for his family. Both of his brothers were sitting cross-legged either side of him. His eldest sister came by and smashed the bowl Mokai was holding over the small orc's head. She laughed at Mokai, saying that he was an impudent worm, unworthy of his father's name. She proceeded to picked up a stick and viciously beat Mokai again and again. The two brothers adjacent to the beaten orc shrieked and watched in terror, their small frames unable to do any retaliation or harm to their elder sister. While he was on the ground, Mokai reached for a fragment of the clay bowl beside him. With a sharpened piece of the bowl, the small orc swept his arm across and sliced opened his sister's stomach. She reeled in pain and dropped the stick, crying as she covered her stomach. Mokai's heart pounded in his ears, and he descended upon the orcess and began to stab her repeatedly. Elgra, the sister, was unable to defend herself and died to mixture of stab wounds, shock, and blood loss. Afterwards, the triplet stood in a stunned silence, taking in what had happened. They tried to flee westward, but were found by raiders and brought back to the village. His father was ready to kill his sons, but the village elders stopped him, contemplating the fate of the young killer. One of the elders suggested redemption in communicating with the spirits shall sooth his misguided anger. The council hesitated, but reluctantly agreed. The small orc would begin his training immediately.

Mokai learnt the ways of the elements, becoming a powerful and wise shaman despite his youth. He became a soothsayer and a medicine man. Many orcs trusted their lives to Mokai in this regard, and Mokais life was good for a time. When the time came for his om'riggor, he travelled to Oshu'gun in Nagrand to make peace with his ancestors. There he met with the spirit of his murdered sister. Elgra did not forgive Mokai for his heinousness. Mokai temporarily left his brothers to their own trainings, and went about to create his own life.

Mokai took a mate from a nearby village, named Gura. Gura gave Mokai a son, which he named Kor'gorrla. As he grew, Kor'gorrla began to accompany Mokai as he travelled; he often learnt the names and histories of many of the clans.

As Gul'dan became a more prominent figure amongst the orcs, Mokai worried for the small harmony that existed between his people and the Draenei in neighbouring Tuurem. Mokai had often traded with them and used their wares on his way westward. As war erupted, Mokai tried to take his family out of Shadowmoon and to Nagrand where they could live under the protection of the mighty Warsong. One night, as the three broke for camp, Mokai left his son with his mother to help set the tent and collect firewood. Mokai left to meditate and hunt, seeking serenity from the past few days of travel. Unknown to him, a few draenei had come upon the family. The Draenei were upon them, and killed them in their camp whilst Mokai was away. When Mokai came back, he was absolutely devastated. Mokai wailed and wept over the bodies of his family. He prayed to his ancestors to give them peace, and cremated their bodies. He then changed his course, and turned back home to the Shadowmoon Valley.

Mokai arrived back at his home village a changed orc. The torment that his passivity led to their deaths drove him to a state of madness. He went to the elders and pledged his allegiance to any orc that would kill as many Draenei as possible. He returned to Nagrand and then back across Draenor again in the jungles. Mokai killed all the Draenei he could, as well as any orcs that did not support the cause. This included members of his clan, his village, and even his other sister.

When Blackhand was declared Warchief, Mokai was hesitant in the Horde's choosing of their first leader. Over time, however, Mokai grew accustom to Blackhand's ruthless rule and extreme precision in strategic power. The orc eventually had no qualms with such a powerful figure.

Before the Siege on Shattrath, Mokai and several other shaman met. The meeting included his two triplet brothers, Talik and Varak. They discussed how they had lost the ability to commune with the elements. In the absence, members of the Stormreaver Clan offered up the dark mysticism of warlock magic. The Bleeding Hollow and Shadowmoon were offered the drink of the demon blood, and Mokai took it. Mokai sought all the power he could and a way to destroy the Draenei civilization, and thus perverted himself into a blood-crazed sorcerer. Mokai went from channeling the spirits of his ancestors to twisting fire and fel energy to incinerate women and children. That day, the Horde reigned victorious over the destroyed city, and the Draenei became a broken and lost people.

After the fall of Shattrath and the Horde victory, clans began to clash with one another. Mokai scoured the lands of the Shadowmoon Valley for the one known as Gul'dan, and eventually found his way into the Shadow Council, a secretly brought together collection of warlocks, necrolytes, chieftains, and even the occasional ogre. Mokai, already corrupted with the blood of Mannoroth flowing through his veins, found no problem with his elevated stature in joining the Council.

Mokai joined the forces of the Horde in the First War, revelling in the countless victories in Sunnyglade and Grand Hamlet. Mokai was apart of the force that went on to besiege and capture Stormwind. Mokai fled to the Red Steppe and the Redridge Mountains after Blackhand's death, despite his fondness of Orgrim.

Mokai heard of Doomhammer's immediate plans for an invasion of the northern human kingdoms after the fall of Stormwind. While most of the Horde used ships to invade Lordaeron directly, Mokai's brother, Talik, was apart of the Bleeding Hollow legions whom marched north into Khaz Modan to assault the dwarven kingdom. Mokai turned his attention north as he trekked across Redridge into the Wetlands, razing villages and towns, pushing into Dun Morogh He planned on linking forces with his brother and the legions. There, Mokai learned of the ongoing siege of Ironforge. Much to his displeasure, Mokai was informed of his brother Talik's cowardice; fleeing the site instead of dying in honor in battle. With a quick visit, Mokai stole the soul of Talik, and sealed his being in the shard he keeps on his bodice at all times. With a cold heart, he refused to house such a brother in his name. Mokai rallied what orcs he could from the outskirts and convinced them from routing. Afterwards, he did what he could with his mere platoon and joined the siege of Ironforge.

One day, word came that Doomhammer had failed to capture Capital City, and was in full retreat to the Dark Portal. The Bleeding Hollow lifted their siege and a hard fought battle between orc and dwarves laid out for several weeks. Eventually, the remnants of the Horde may their way south, and a final confrontation was made at Blackrock Mountain. Despite the Horde's strength and blood-crazed fury, Doomhammer fell and the Horde was broken. In the chaos of the fight, Mokai came across his brother, Varak, and his desecrated body on the battlefield. With an anguished, mournful cry, Mokai fled once more to the red mountains of Redridge.

Wounded, exhausted, and betrayed, Mokai did not follow the Horde back to Draenor. He instead allowed himself capture, hoping that one day he could escape and exact the revenge the entirety of the Horde deserved. It was during this time that the blood haze had begun to fade from Mokai, and he felt himself becoming weak.

As time passed, Mokai bought bitterly with his fellow inmates for the small scraps of bread and broth he had to share. He'd often find a high point along the fence and stare out at the lake. Far off in the distance he'd spot the silhouette of a village and grow in his despisal of his captors. The guards were brutal and cruel to the orcs, and Mokai's hate for the humans deeped; he became more wild and raucous in his confinement.

With the boredom of the human commanders, they began to take interest in gladiatorial matches between the orcs. Local wardens started to throw orcs into the ring to fight for the humans' enjoyment. Mokai was not a gladiator, despite his ability to take part at any time, he chose not to do so. The lack of the demon blood and the haze of violence made his placid and calm, and with his older age he was a dimming sight of an old warrior. Many interment guards liked to torture and degrade the orcs, one such a guard scarred Mokai for life by maiming his eye. This hampered Mokai, and he spent a long two years adjusting to his deteriorating life in the camps.

Every day in the camp, Mokai would find a patch of grass in the common area. He would take the muddy grass and rub it between his hands. He would play with it with his fingers. For months, Mokai did this to comfort himself, remembering the rolling hills of Shadowmoon Valley. The greenery did not answer, however, and Mokai attempted in vain to convene, but never could. In spite of this, his hatred of the humans grew. That hatred resided deep within the being of Mokai, and brought out the evil within. Slowly but surely, over time the blood craze filled every limb of Mokai before it erupted again. With a sharpened branch he found, he carved a symbol within his right hand. Said symbol was the insignia of the Shadow Council, to which Mokai placed over his bad eye and chanted in a silent prayer to the demons he once worshipped. Said eye malformed that side of his face into an ugly gash. In such process, his old orcish frame could not handle the weight of higher spells under the increasingly terrible conditions. Most guards assumed he was getting an infection, and could never understand the raving old orc. Yet, others knew of his intention and former ability. From there on out, most orcs referred to him as 'The Grimsighted' or 'Grimsight'.

Years continued to go by, and the demon blood oaths they'd made on Draenor steadily beat within them like a drum. Word made its way around that the renegade Frostwolves, Warsong, and Blackrock still roamed free which gave hope to being set free. On the day that Thrall and Doomhammer rode to break open the gates, Mokai fought hard to free as many orcs as he could. When Doomhammer fell, Mokai swore allegiance to the new young warchief.

Mokai was then amongst the orcs who sailed across the Great Sea to the much promised continent of Kalimdor The voyage was tumultuous, and many lives were lost. With a heavy heart, Mokai laid down his weapons and powers and settled within Orgrimmar, the new capitol of the Horde. His opinions changed and his heart set, Mokai retired. --For now.

After settling down for quite some time in Orgrimmar, Mokai's mental state began to degrade at a rather rapid pace -- although, not insane. He was currently very much aware of his actions and being. He lived in a simple hut in the Cleft of Shadows, droning over various incantations and spells at his own leisure. After Garrosh's Kor'kron grew ambitious and dirty in action, Mokai moved out of his own lands in fear of being publicly humiliated or executed. He wandered the northern Barrens, eventually ending up in Ratchet strewn with his poor luck. Word reached the old orc that a secretive society of Warlock and Fel-users that banded together, searching for a way to use fel for good. With almost no money and no hope, he spent the rest of what he had for a ride to Booty Bay, then made the gruelling trip from Stranglethorn to Alterac Valley.

After he arrived, he took a quick liking to the society and it's members, a few in particular being Bauglir Felflag, Lucille Allihue, and Marianna Bisen. Bauglir, in short, found the old orc a few feet outside the mansion and quickly took him in. Both being orcs attuned to fel, they became great friends in short time. Marianna took Mokai underneath her wing, and for awhile Mokai prospered within the society.

The society was last seen at Booty Bay off the shoreline on a boat before disappearing entirely. It was said the Argent Crusade ran the society out of their keep and drained them of resources. Many society members have left and gone on their own way, except Mokai.

During this period, Mokai escaped back to the keep and looted what he could from the manor. Marianna was said to be a felsworn, rather if this is true or not, Mokai reaped the benefits from a secret stash of books. It was an array of grimoires ranging from summoning simple fel imps to the studies of drinking demonic blood. He ran as far as he could to his own housings, and experimented as much as he could.

During his rampart spellcastings and experimentation, Mokai attracted quite the attention from other fel-users. Demons, passerbys, et-cetera. One in particular touched the old orc as he gazed through a book that held information on the pit lord known as Grukog.

Elrohir Seregon, a blood elf felsworn approached Mokai about his rampart usage, and eventually convinced him to cross back into the evil doings of fel and the Burning Legion. At the end of his line with nothing to lose, Mokai was too far in over his head to simply exit from years of fel abuse. After a quick induction, Elrohir had Mokai perform the rites and blood rituals before being recognized as a servant of Grukog.

And so, with a little help of the inner circle of Grukog's finest, Mokai was able to perform said blood ritual to draw Grukog through time and space towards Azeroth. During the ritual, Mokai performed an act similar to the Eye of Kilrogg. He burned the vision of his bad eye to become the eyes of Grukog, thus enabling his once-infamous title to be reborn: "The Grimsighted".

Now, Mokai resides on his own, doing whatever the pit lord asks of him. He one day aspires to be a Felsworn, but that day is far away. He lives as a trap recruiter of the Solheim Society. With his old black embersilk clothing, he poses as hunter with his old badge. Whilst making false promises and claims, he twists the vision of younger minds. The old orc seeks to entice those who hear the whispers of higher power, to lure those who wish to do good instead fuel the furnace of the Legion. He will always lift his sword in the name of his fallen masters and brothers, spitting fury, fire, and brimstone alike.