Muragh

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Player: Uguu

Character Full Name: Muragh Slagbeard

Character In-Game Name: Muragh

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Ironforge, The Alliance.

Race: Dwarf

Class: Warrior

Skills and Abilities: Muragh is a well trained warrior, a skilled blacksmith, and somewhat skilled at tailoring and baking. On the battlefield, Muragh is skilled at fighting with his off-hand free of any weapons, grappling and throwing punches to keep the enemy off balance while his main-hand brings a spiked or stubbed mace to bear. When he does have a shield on hand, Muragh often employs repeated charges against his target, making use of his weight to knock them around. His age prevents him from being as mobile as he once was, and forces him to simply hold his ground and slug it out with most foes, being usually too slow to dodge. With a temper as foul as dragon's fire, Muragh has a habbit of losing himself to rage when provoked enough, and has been known to shrug off blows that would blind a person to pain and agony. Despite his ability to do this, the wounds are very real and can kill him, even if he fails to realize he's been wounded.

Age: 243

Sex: Male

Hair: White, kept short and in a pair of braids. His beard is long, and kept together by braids and bands of metal.

Eyes: Green

Weight: 235 Lbs

Height: 4'11"

Alignment: Lawful Good

Appearance

Usually wearing purple colored clothing, shirt and pants, his armour is likewise colored the same. Little actual plate, most of his armour is just scalemail and hardened leather with metal studs in it, with the pauldrons being solid plate. His gloves, despite being mostly leather, have strips of scalemail lining them.

Other: When armoured, he tends to carry with him a metal mace, lined at its head are studs with rounded tips. A bag, usually tied at his belt, holds an asortment of items like food and his flask. Much of his body is heavily scarred, from decades of fighting, and is bulked with muscle. One of his teeth have been knocked out, a few others are chipped.

Personality

Stubbern and tough, Muragh doesn't have much in the way of tolerance for things that piss him off, and tends to become rather violent when he feels either himself, his family or friends, have been screwed with in any way. A Dwarf of few words, Muragh tends to let his actions speak for him, and usually shrugs off most insults and the like as pointless. Despite ignoring insults against himself, he rarely tolerates any bad words said about people he loves, and is easily angered by doing so. Counter to his brutish and violent nature, he can be found to be softer and more caring, at times. Though, he often hides this less violent side of himself, privately, out of fear of being branded a 'sissy' for it. Absolutly hates everything about Orcs, given their attacks on his people and homeland, and refuses to conduct any form of business with them, besides cracking their skulls with his mace. For the rest of the Horde, he hates them on relation to the Orcs, and only the Tauren can expect any form of respect from him, considering their more peaceful ways. For the rest of the Alliance, he tends to be distrusting of non-Dwarves or Gnomes, Draenei and Night elves earning much of his distrust for their 'Alien' nature. Hates Troggs more than anything else in existance. Has taken a fondness to security jobs, rather enjoying the prospect of protecting things through martial might.

History

Muragh was born into a family of miners, living outside of Ironforge. In his early years, Muragh spent most of his time with his father, learning to become a miner like him, and doing weight training to get stronger. Years and years of mining, and training himself, began to quickly grow the Dwarf into a proud example for his father to boast about. Muragh mostly ignored his father's constant speeches about how 'great' his son was, about how much of a fine job he'd done to raise him. Muragh often found himself at odds with his two older brothers, neither of which enjoyed being considered 'less' than the younger one, by their father. Every night, it was the same ordeal. Muragh would come home from working at the mines, tired and sweaty, and his brothers would jump him and knock him around for a bit. Never anything serious, just sometimes less 'playful' than usual, before they too took off for home. After some years, the Dwarves encountered the Gnomes for the first time. Muragh took well to the Gnomish allies, quickly making a few friends among their ranks. Even his father, in all his 'wisdom', found the Gnomes to be good in his own eyes. Muragh took a slight interest in tinkering, thanks to a few Gnomish friends, but never managed to get the hang of it, and often injured himself trying. He would soon give up on the art, and resume what he did best in the mines.

The years came and went, before Muragh decided to leave his work in the mines, and took up training in armed combat. For years, would he practice with a number of weapons, often favouring the mace, as he worked himself hard to improve. Muragh took to fighting better than the mines, and would spend years moving between jobs, from bouncer at a local bar to a caravan guard. Spending much of his off time at home, with his family, he always had tried to keep a good eye on how things are progressing in his life. He watched his parents grow old, his eldest brother getting into trouble with the law, while his second-eldest took up the mantle of being a priest. After many years of trying, Muragh's mother finally managed to save enough money from the family to open a bakery. While his father prefer to mines over the kitchen, he was more than happy to follow his beloved into the business, Muragh tailing along to offer protection any time it was needed. In the beginning, it was hard. His mother had next to no idea of how to run a business, and only minor skills in baking to begin with. None the less, they kept at it for months and months, and soon began to find themselves a steady income from it. For a while, the business ran smoothly through their efforts, many of their problems were minor at best. Sadly, this would not last, as their eldest son had grown spiteful of their success, while his attempts to muscle his way through life had done little more than put him at odds with the guards. Finally, having grown far too tired of this, he set fire to their bakery and burned it to the ground.

The family quickly fell into a depression, their income lost and all their hard work destroyed, as they tried to figure out where to even begin with rebuilding. The father turned to drinking, and spent much of his time going from bar to bar, to drown his sorrows. Their mother began to gather up the pieces, trying to salvage what of the business they could, and found help in friends nearby. The eldest brother, in his foolishness, burned himself to death in his own flames, and went down with the business. Finally, the two remaining brothers, kept at their professions the best they could, doing what they could to support the family. Despite his constant talks about the Light, Muragh never really took to it like his older brother did, and kept with his work as a 'sword for hire'. Though his older brother constantly spoke to him about more non-violent methods to get payment, Muragh always turned him down, explaining that he enjoyed the line of work too much to just stop. Regardless, they both kept at their respected jobs and continued to bring coin home for the family, making sure their father didn't spend it all on booze. This cycle continued for years longer, the family hard at work to keep themselves afloat, before the mother finally got another bakery started up. Like a hard kick in the rear, the sudden rebirth of the business, knocked him out of his depression and had him back in the kitchen and hard at work.

With everything going so well, and with little threat in sight, the parents decided to bring another child into the family and soon had a lovely baby girl. Though the father had hoped for another son, he was overjoyed to have a daughter to raise, and dedicated much of his time for her. With most of his money being sent to the family, Muragh found himself taking multiple jobs at a time, sometimes more than he could handle at any one time. Regardless, he was more than happy to support his family, even got to beat some people around doing it, so he had no complaints. During one of his short travels as a caravan guard, Muragh came across a woman that peeked his interest. She was, by Dwarven standards, a small woman, with bright green hair and a purple dress. All along the ride, she sang to the guards and the merchants alike, taking time to even cook and clean around the wagon any time she had a moment. Muragh and the Gnome spoke often with each other, even after the job was over, they met often around Ironforge for some lunch. Despite being a contrast to his violent and brutish nature, the soft spoken Gnome captured his heart, and the two could be seen together anytime he wasn't working.

Sadness would strike the family, as both parents pass away in their old ages, leaving only the brothers to care for the sister and their business. Thankfully, they were more than up for the task, as the eldest brother and the sister took over the bakery and ran it without error. Despite having loved their mother and father very much, they were quick to get on with their lives and keep things running smoothly. As the years passed, Muragh and Minin, the Gnomish woman, found themselves deeply in love with each other. With his father dead, Muragh lost any reason to go out of his way to hide this fact, though he was never one to shout it from the mountains. He often found himself getting gifts from her, usually tailor made, as she loved making him things. On one birthday, she had made him a strong belt and match hood, to go along with his armour when he was away. Sadly, the two would find themselves apart, when the Orcs came to invade the world. Muragh, despite wanting to stay, refused to stand by and let the Orcs spread havok across his homeland, and marched off to face them in the fields. With every ounce of hate for the raging Orcs, Muragh battled them relentlessly untill they were beaten back and put into their camps. Though, he had no intention on standing guard at these camps, and quickly returned home to see his family and beloved.

Life continued on, albeit with a few more scars to show off with, in the mountain city. Sadly, though, the third war would soon split them up again, as Muragh went off to join in on the slaughter. While the Dwarf never stood alongside the defenders at the World tree, he found himself toe to toe with many a foe during his tour of duty. Despite enjoying the violence of the melee, Muragh spent many of his nights wishing he was back home, rarely getting sleep from worrying about how his family is. When the war finally did come to an end, and the events with the World tree, Muragh was finally able to return home, and wasted no time getting back there. Upon returning home, he found himself a few fine reasons to get very angry. Once he'd learned of the Trogg invasion on the Gnome capital, he was quick to rush into Ironforge to find his family, and Minin. His family was alright, the business was thriving and they'd not taken any losses from the attacks. Minin, on the other hand, was not alright. Muragh found her at his home in the city, curled up in a corner, crying over the loss of her family during the attacks. Muragh decided it best to ignore the events in Northrend, and the Scourge, to remain at home and tend to his beloved.

While she was horribly upset over her loss, she remained depressed for only a few short weeks, before Muragh helped her move past the event. Demanding vengeance for this attack, Muragh often gathered a number of hunters and warriors alike, and went out to 'hunt' Troggs where ever they were found. In the later days of his 'war' against the brutes, Muragh often found people reluctant to follow him, considering how reckless he sometimes got when pursuing them. Regardless, he was always sure to put his loved ones before the 'hunt', and enjoyed staying at home with Minin, than he ever could killing a Trogg. Prefering to keep in or near Ironforge, Muragh intends to live out what remains of his life, with his family and friends. Unless, of course, the world suddenly gets ripped apart by some avatar of death and destruction. But what are the odds of that, eh?