Sorrowfang
Information
Player: Dug
Character Full Name: David Stone
Character In-Game Name: Sorrowfang
Nickname(s): Sorrowfang
Association(s): The Alliance, Gilnean Refugees
Race: Worgen
Class: Warrior
Age: 18.
Sex: Male.
Hair: Black / Fur is mix of dark colors. Mostly black.
Eyes: Dark Brown / Blue Glowing (Transformed).
Weight: 150 kilos
Height: 2.29 m
Skills and Abilities
He has no special skills or abilities he was just a student in Gilneas. After Gilneas was ruined, he was left alone to forge his own way. All he can do is get on all fours and use his claws as a weapon which comes natural to the worgen. He has to train himself as no one else will take him in for training, unless that changes sometime in future, it is the way it is. Sorrowfang travels the world in hope of surviving the harsh life that has been placed upon him, that often means he has to salvage, hunt and use his instincts. It is often that he uses his nose as a worgen to sniff out prey or to seek out his friends, to detect danger and similar. Combat wise, he's been trying to use the sword, he's not that good. However his worgenish style of life would send him down the fury talent tree of a warrior, as he has no other choice, due to the fact he’s becoming a self-trained beast. The beast side of him is often controlled and checked by his dwarf friend, in order to prevent him from going feral. Nothing else can be said about his range of skills and abilities other than that he had become very good in hunting weak animals in order to survive and not starve.
Appearance
Student clothing, from top to bottom. It is colored in black and has some white stripes, in one of his pockets there's a book. Perhaps it is a journal or something from his college? Who knows? Below is a simple tuxedo shirt. Nothing else seems to be notable about him. Not yet at least.
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He had salvaged some old weapons and armor in Duskwood. Seeing how he never was able to find his place in Stormwind, he adopted a nomadic kind of life. Whatever he finds of use he will wear. He is very unpredictable when it comes to clothing, armor and similar.
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After helping out the elves he had been rewarded with a full set of plated armor. He wears it around like a trophy proudly in dark green colors from top to bottom. The helmet is a bit uncomfortable for him so he almost never wears it. He's still getting acustomed to running on all fours with the full set of armor on. It's making him push himself harder to develop muscles strong enough to run effectively. Along with the plate armor, almost always are the sheathed blades of the fallen orcs attached to his belt.
Personality
David is a young lad, his personality is still being formed. Usually he is relaxed, if not somewhat depressed. He doesn't say much and has a boring aura to him. However the recent transformation has changed a lot about him. Many who will meet him will simply find him always changing, unpredictable, a personality in development indeed. His old personality and old way of life vanished along with Gilneas.
He has a certain hatred for the Undead and whoever bestowed the curse upon his people. He misses Gilneas dearly. As much as his mother controlled him, he never knew how to lead himself or how to make his own way. Without her he is lost and for that he blames the curse and the Undead, seeing Night Elves as saviors of his culture, his people and holding a respect for them. However he finds them too aligned towards nature. By all means he dislikes the night elf lands, he finds them too overgrown. He prefers areas of Azeroth close to Gilneas, knowing he cannot return and there is nothing to return to, his goal is to reach Stormwind or to at least dwell in the surrounding forests until he figures out what to do with himself. He cares little, at least for now, about the horde and the alliance. He never really cared about politics as Gilneas was closed off from the rest of the world.
All he could really want now is a shoulder to lean onto, support from a friend, which he does not have. A feeling of loneliness consumes him, when it comes to religion and similar, this one frowns upon it, relaying more onto logic and rationality than praying and what not. He had given thought of becoming a soldier. But who would accept a worgen into his own ranks? Even though he can transform back into his human form, he simply does not want to. Making his worgen form the one he will stay in indefinitely. What turned out to be a curse now seems to be a gift to him. Mixed feelings are always present about pretty much everything.
Alignment: True Neutral.
History
David was an average young man of Gilneas. He had been going to college for some time. He was to lead a boring life under supervision of his mother, and so it was, day in, day out. Nothing changed, it would get a bit depressing. He'd always ponder, what would happen if he went his own way. But there was no way around it. God knows what his mother would think or feel like if he did, he felt sorry for her. So he stayed, he was the only child. His father one day went out hunting and never really returned. Alas he was too young to even remember his face or his voice, it never mattered to him.
Growing up within Gilneas as a civil war ravaged through out it was rather confusing to David, he never understood why they are fighting each other over a closing of a wall. It simply did not matter to him. When asked which side he supports, he’d shrug off the question and frown upon it. Trying to steer clear from the whole mess, surely he’d love to see the world in his distant future but not trough blood and rebellion. David’s mother agreed with him on that matter and that was enough for him as the two were all that is left of their family.
The boring life that he was leading transcribed into his personality. Quiet and boring, a loner through out most of his life. Although such life had boosted the imagination, the intellect grew and prospered. He was a smart lad, but all too emotional. He'd have outbursts of anger sometimes, due to lack of control of his own life. He was mostly unhappy with his life. He'd wonder if he would ever get away, but that was all idle fantasies which laid in his mind,idle fantasies indeed as his mother had been planning it all for him. He would finish college, open up shop or teach young pupils. Oh how he would get angry when she says becoming a soldier is out of the question. Young David always wanted to be a soldier. He wanted the excitement, the burst of adrenaline pumping trough his veins, his heart racing. But all he got instead is boredom. A life of his mother’s wishes, he considered it a curse. Ironically enough one night, when he was out at a local inn everything changed. His usual weekend at the pub would be with his, very, small, circle of friends, all guys from the college. It would be a surprise if he had a woman at his table, to him and his friends. Mostly due to the fact that his mother’s wishes would exhaust him and the last thing he would want is to hear ramblings of another woman, he didn't have the patience or the temper. He liked to get out with his small circle of friends, find a corner and drink till he cannot drink anymore. Then go home and sleep it off. His mother always provided the coin, but never caught onto the fact he spent a lot of it buying mead for himself and sometimes, for his friends.
Around eleven o'clock, howls were heard outside. The young man’s wildest imaginations went loose. Such creativity, but the reality was different, harsh, as always. Outside he would hear sounds of battle. Yelling, screaming. Gilneas was being torn inside out. The men in the pub looked shocked. What could be happening in the isolated kingdom of Gilneas? The wall kept everyone and everything out. This didn't seem right to the men in the pub. David was half drunk at this point. But the happenings outside somewhat sobered him up, made him attentive. During all of this, the men and women looked between themselves at each other’s faces. They were unsure how to respond, what to think or say. Everyone was confused and everyone was now an equal. The door opened, a Gilnean Captain rushed in. "Gilneas is under attack!" He yelled out. Everyone looked at the captain who seemed to be bleeding. Everyone saw that something took a bite out of him.
"Run! Run before it is too late!" He yelled out... Many simply stood up to close the door and help out the poor Captain. But then it became very...obvious...why he told them to run. He began to change. Fur began to appear on his skin. He would howl and roar in pain and anger. Losing control by the second and finally. His eyes would glow. One of the men began yelling. "He's a worgen! A worgen I tell you!"
Panic spread across the room. Everyone began making for the exit. Who previously was the captain, and now a worgen, was actually smashed into the face by one of the pub chairs by the owner. The worgen lost consciousness and was simply dragged out. The pub was closed and seal shut by the owner. When David got out, he found himself in complete and utter chaos, having no idea where to go, first thing he thought of, is his mother. He had to run home, and so he did. Afraid his mother would do something stupid in her almost always exaggerating motherly behavior which to an extent would annoy David. But it's his mother. His friends had scattered to their homes already in all of the chaos and panic, didn't even say goodbye to each other. Alas on his way home the road was dangerous and there was a line of soldiers blockading his way home. Ahead he could see fighting, it didn't look good, it didn't look good at all. He was afraid, and to think he wanted an exciting life. He looked at what seemed to be an officer. He asked if he could help somehow, hoping the officer would somehow conscript him.
The officer turned to him and simply responded: "Look here now sonny. You're better off running for your own life than waiting here to be slaughtered, alright?"
David looked back, being confused he'd say: "But...I've got nowhere to run! The whole city is in chaos! And that's the road to my mums!"
The officer coldly responded. "I'm sorry. She's either dead. Or she became one of those things. You have to look out for yourself."
For the first time in his life he was alone, in danger, and his mother wasn't there to take care of it. Seeing how the army is not going to help him and that they don't really want his help. He simply gave up on them, he turned around. What he saw is a group of survivors, he ran to them. They quickly looked at him.
"Are you bit?!" "Are you bit?!"
The crowd asked and he responded.
"No! I'm not!"
The crowd would settle after analyzing him. He followed them through out the town. When they tried to make for the exit they were stopped by the army. They remained trapped inside, with no way out. The beasts began converging on them. Young David tried to force his way through but the officer yelled out.
"Incoming! Ignore the civilians, stand your ground!"
The civilians finally got through. However as young David ran, he felt a slight breeze behind him. That breeze turned out to be a worgen leaping onto him. Pinning him to the ground and biting him. However the worgen did not last long, he was shot down by the guards. They looked at David who was now bitten, he fainted.
Upon waking up he had no idea where he is, his head hurt, vision was blurry. He suddenly felt an overwhelming rage inside him. All became clear. He must feast upon the prey which would be the humans. But how does one feast when he is locked in. He discovered his new form as he looked down. An old part of him still remained. Quietly he'd analyze himself in awe and shock. But the hunger never stopped, he had to kill. He seemed to be underground, fighting could still be heard. The Undead came and he was trapped, underground in a cell. He had no means of getting out. Furiously he began to claw at the walls, to charge against the iron bar door. Alas to no avail he could not get out. The darkened cell was his home now. Trapped and lost, confused, angry and bloodthirsty all in the same time. Suddenly he heard a door open. He listened quietly. The Undead soldiers began entering, speaking in a language not known to him. But in truth their greed let them to this. They wanted to rob the building blind.
One of them was a warlock however, a warlock which wanted to do something to the worgen. He was accompanied by two soldiers. David, now being a worgen, would hear the howls of his fellow worgen in this prison, in this underground prison, a basement. There was, a lot of them there. The Warlock stepped in front of one of the cells and began to chant words unknown to the feral David. All he heard is the chants, never ending. Then one of the worgen went wild in pain. It roared, squealed, clawed against the bars and even attempted to reach out for the warlock in order to kill him but all in vain. The Warlock kills this worgen with a simple spell. He moved on and on, until he reached David’s cell. David stood at the door, waiting for the warlock, knowing something bad is bound to happen.
Suddenly an explosion happened above him. A cave in began. It unsealed the doors off its hinges. The feral David was free. He leaped upon the confused and disoriented undead and killed them one by one. He took the dead warlock and jumped up onto a building, he howled as his prey was devoured. Seeing how the town is being overwhelmed by the undead. He leaped from building to building until he was out. Finally, he came to a forest. It seemed his fellow worgen were there. They sniffed him and accepted him. They'd run around in packs and battle for dominance between each other until something happened. They all stopped during a hunt and looked at each other, confused as they were. They no longer had the blood thirst, the need to kill and feed upon the prey, to howl as the moon rises. No. One of them spoke. They kept staring until they began to converse with each other. They saw a glimmering light within the forest. They all kept moving towards it. There, they met the night elves.
There he was given an option to learn about his curse, to train and to control it. He spent months there. In the end, he got what he wanted. He was free and able to traverse in his worgen form through dangerous lands. But no longer, a mere cursed beast, a wretch. Oh no. He had the intellect, he could speak. He was an intelligent life form and when he discovered he could turn to a human again. Oh was he ever so happy. For some reason however, he prefers being in his worgen form. He felt different, he felt free in it. He wanted to leave his old life behind, to never be recognized by his past. For a long time he had wanted a new name for when he is in his new form, he didn't want to be David the boring. He wanted to be something exciting. He never got around to it, it just remains to be seen how it all pans out in his adventures.
