Tharun

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Player: Boom. AKA... Kabluie

(First Name)\ (Middle names)\ (Clan Name)|

Character Full Name: Tharun Rathus-Fenix (Frostwolf)

Character In-Game Name: Tharun

Nickname(s): Thar

Association(s): Neutral, Frostwolf Clan (Somewhat)

Race: Orc

Class: Shaman

Age: 39

Sex: Male

Hair: Jet Black

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 257 lbs.

Height: 6'4”

Appearance

Tharun is usually seen in regular clothing, shoulder pads strapped to his shoulders by a harness. He always carries around a axe, that when seen in the glare of the sun, the sunlight that shines off the axe appears blue. His clothing is usually crude, it is rare that he cleans his clothing for occasions.

He walks as a tall, muscular orc, his withered beard and pained eyes would illustrate all that he was through. Scars etch his body, but a blue paint of a symbol is on his shoulder, he rarely shows it.

Other: He has a shark tooth necklace that he wears around his neck, the tooth would have many scratches and may appear to be bloodstained. When he is wearing armor, he wears well-crafted iron armor, most of it worn and dirt-stained.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

He is a wise orc, but blinded by rage at times from his past. He will give a grunt and an ignore of a person's existence if he is met with an insult. He gives wisdom and advice to his friends. He is usually expressionless, and generally has a crude personality. He has a trust issue with humans, not so much of a hatred, having released all his rage on poor humans in wars. He has very sudden mood swings, and has a sense of humor because deep inside, he has to laugh along with life. To ignore his past. To not dwell upon it. Tharun is a short tempered person, and also one to take a grudge. If he is challenged upon his honor, he will fight there and then. Despite this, he also is eager to help others and give to them, seeing it as his duty.

History

Growing in a clan where they were isolated, he trained long and hard every day, and slept all night, until he was about ten, and then started to practice in Shamanism. Tharun trained for a brief few hours every day, then learned from his father, who was a shaman himself. He aspired to be like his father. Being a shaman was all he dreamed of.

He reached the age test, time flying by like a hummingbird's wing cuts through the air. Having passed and become a Shaman, he had now heard the news. Orcs were being captured. Tharun went out to war, carrying his father's axe like a relic. His father was old to be fighting, but came and aided to the wounded with his talent; being a shaman.

He marched with blood lust, along with kin from the Frostwolf Clan. He particularly fought against the humans at Internment camps, fighting for the freedom of all orcs. Tharun was, and is a very good shaman and warrior, charging through the ranks of the defending guards with great strength.

Glory in battle, and striving for mastery in Shamanism was all he knew, until while in battle, he met his father in battle.

"Father, what... Why are you here?"

Tharun looked at his now old father, concerned about his well-being. His father looked back and said,

"I would never let my son have all the battle while I stay at home."

Tharun grunted, fighting off a human while speaking,

"You shouldn't be here..."

As he said this, his father was attacked by two humans, having only an axe, he could only defend against one. He was consequently slashed across the chest, proving to be a mortal wound.

"Father, NO!"

Tharun charged at the two men, bashing them into each other with a mighty strike with his axe. He struck one of the men with a mighty blow after avoiding the other's shield, piercing his helmet and crushing his head. He was slashed by a man to his right, he grunted,

"FOR MY FATHER!"

He smashed his axe into the human's shield, throwing a lightning bolt at him with a freed hand because the axe was stuck into the shield. Tharun dropped the axe as lightning surged through the metal armor, completely electrifying the human. He took the axe out of his shield as the human dropped to the ground, lifeless. From then on, all he fought for was to avenge his father. For if his body lay motionless on the ground without the humans repaying the debt for what they had done, he would never, ever rest.