Redbeard

Information

Player: Rokhjin

Character Full Name: Nicholai Redbeard

Character In-Game Name: Redbeard

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Ironforge, Explorers' League

Race: Dwarf

Class: Hunter

Skills and Abilities: Quite a decent miner. Otherwise, none.

Age: 50

Sex: Male

Hair: Red.

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 80kg

Height: 1,50m

Appearance

Will usually choose light-ish clothing, ranging from leathers to mere cloth when mining. When getting ready for a fight, on the other hand, will choose more protective mail armours.

Personality

A friendly Dwarf, always happy to share a drink with those he deems friends. Most definitely not a friend to the Horde and their allies, though.

Seems most at ease underground, surrounded by his fellow Dwarves.

History

Nicholai was born within the walls of Ironforge to average Dwarven parents who lived in the colds of Dun Morogh. They soon took the newborn Dwarf back home.

As soon as he was old enough to hold a gun, the young Dwarf's father took him outside one day. They left the roads and traveled through the snowy landscape, eventually coming upon a wolf. The father handed Nicholai an old rifle and a single shot and pointed at the wolf without a word. The youngster loaded the rifle and took aim... As he exhaled, he pulled the trigger and hit the beast in the flank.

As the two Dwarves hiked closer to the wounded wolf they heared whimpering. They got closer and spotted a young cub next to the wolf's wounded form.

"It's orphaned now, Nicholai. Ye should kill it..." The father stated, rather coldly. The young Dwarf looked upon the cub, his eyes teary after what he did. "But... Father..." He snivelled, "I... I can take care of it!" the little one continued, a faint flicker of hope in his eyes as he looked up at his father.

"Hrm... Ye'll feed it, ye'll train it... An' when it dies, ye'll bury it yerself..." The father grumbled as he looked down at the cub. "Now, ye can't let the poor mother suffer..." He said, handing the youngster another shot.

Still teary, the Dwarf's son grabbed the cub, setting it down behind him before taking the shot and loading the rifle.

Many years later, as the Orcs had started to attack Khaz Modan, on the frontlines a Dwarf stood between his allies. A great wolf stood beside him and he held an antique rifle held in his hands. An accomplished hunter in his own right, his family slaughtered by the filthy hands of Orcs. His wolf long dead of age, he'd been taking care of its offspring for generations.

Now, with the newfound human allies and the old gnomish allies, he and his people stood against the Orcish hordes. It had been a long, tough war yet now, after all this time of being forced to stay in their great city, the tides were turning.

The humans had pushed the Orcs out of Khaz Modan and, together with the Gnomes, the Dwarves helped finish this war once and for all, joining human forces against the greenskins.

After the war, Nicholai had settled down in Ironforge again with his wolf, he had hoped for a long peace yet, as it always seems to be, not long enough after, word of a strange sickness in the human lands was spreading.

After losing so much already, Nicholai had chosen to stay out of this coming war, spending his days in Ironforge in order to learn more about the stone that surrounds him, he had taken up the craft of mining and joined the Explorers' League, following them on expeditions to learn more about their ancestry.

However, things never go as one pleases and, even after the Third War, Nicholai still seems to be getting drawn from one fight to another. The coming storm between the Alliance and the Orcs seeming no different...