Thorek

Information

Character Full Name: Thorek Bloodforge (Previous surname of Moltenforge)

Character In-Game Name: Thorek

Nickname(s):

Association(s): Knights of the Ebon Blade

Race: Dwarf

Class: Death Knight

Age: 122 at death.

Sex: Male

Hair: Bright blond during life, has faded in color to whitish. Kept tied in back with a full beard in front.

Eyes: Runic Blue

Weight: 210

Height: 4'6"

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Saronite Armor, particularly something covering the eyes. Runeblade can be seen worn off and on.

Other: Particularly fond of the phrase 'Suffer Well.'

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Terrorized by his runeblade, this once friendly dwarf had become a wretched, twisted mind. The howling shrieks of the blade to his ears caused him to believe madness was the only option forward, keeping his face into a permanent smirk and his mindset on causing misery to others. Portrayed as a friendly, yet cowardice drunk in his life, the runeblade turned him to the thought that everyone around him must be as miserable as he. He pushes his misery on others in the forum of being terrifyingly unlikeable, through rude actions, pranks, attacking or otherwise.

History

Living as a blacksmithing teacher in Ironforge, Thorek spent most of his life drinking and working, days near the forge and nights on top of the bar table. He felt that his life needed more in it, something, anything for him to reach out and grab, an opportunity. In the midst of the night, he and his drunken compatriots had formulated the idea to help the human military posts with their blacksmithing, so they had more hands to fight with. Thorek, eager as ever, jumped on the opportunity to help, as they packed up their supplies and tools, setting off in a quaint caravan to the Eastern Plaguelands.

Having expected little resistance, they came relatively under armed for blacksmiths. Thorek kept his axe in hand as he sat on the back of the wooden caravan, pulling into the Plaguelands. The caravan hit a bump, and Thorek halted them as a robed figure lay behind them, seemingly run over. They scrambled out as well as dwarves can scramble, approaching the figure. It rolled, and let out a banshee like scream that stunned them all. The Scourge surrounded. Controlled by the Cult of the Damned, they were intent on capturing the Dwarves rather than killing them such as simple armed forces. One of the five fought back, and was killed as Thorek and his comrads surrendered, stricken by fear of the twisting abominations in front of them.

The four were dragged back to Northrend, killed and raised as Death Knights under the command of the Lich King. Thorek was forced back into his remedial mindset, but his objective different. The Runeblade for him was forged, and as his hands gripped around it, it let out a curdling banshee scream as the decoy for the Scourge did. None of the others could hear it, and it only stopped for short times. Coupled with the streaming message of the Lich Kings will, his mind numbed over to accustom itself to the sounds. His ears ringed and his mind ached as he was shipped off to Acherus to help combat the forces that he had traveled so far to help.

His mind turned away from his life, forgetting almost everything in order to strengthen itself against the banshee call. Come the uprise of the rebellion at Acherus, at the same time the will of the Lich King and the scream of the banshee halted. It was at that time he felt that the Lich King had been torturing him with the siren call of his runeblade, aptly named Siren. The sword only screamed as he wielded it, fueling his rage when he was gripping the blade. He gladly then took arms against the Lich King during the battle of Light's Hope, in which the constant screaming halted. He understood that it was the Lich King who made him miserable, and it was the Ebon Blade who saved the last shred of his sanity.