Throak
Player: Lunaxy
Character Full Name: Throak Bloodaxe
Character In-Game Name: Throak
Nickname(s): None
Association(s): Frostwolf Clan, Horde, Alliance, The Protectorate leader.
Race: Orc.
Class: Warrior.
Age: 31 Years old.
Sex: Male
Hair: Swept back reddish/blackish hair, together with an long chinbeard.
Eyes: Light Brown
Weight: 205kg. (In KG because I'm from brazil)
Height: 7'2
Usual Garments/Armor: Usually he wears an full brown plate armor, without helmet, as he clains helmet's are nothing but a bother to vision.
Other: He's still looking for an lighter armor, to make best of his agility, which is low.
Alignment: Lawful good.
Personality: Throak is a different orc, and suffers for it. Throak doesn't care about race or faction, he's mostly calm and strong minded, that does not mean he doesn't like to fight. He's always looking for strong opponents to test his skill, mostly for a friendly fight. Although, when he gets drunk, he starts showing his racial traits, such as getting mad for no reason at all.
History: Throak was born in the Alterac Mountains, with the Frostwolf clan. He started being trained by his father, learning how to use a bow and how to hunt, but Throak didn't enjoyed attacking from distance, he was more comfortable with a small hand axe than a bow. Soon, as his father noticed that, he started training his son on how to wield a shield and wear heavy armor, at first, Throak wasn't doing well, wearing a shield -and- heavy armor made him so heavy he could barely move.
He didn't give up, though. He continued to practice and practice until he could even run while wearing heavy armor, at really young age, he already out-sized his father. One day, both son and father were hunting for fun around the icy peaks of Alterac Mountain. Throak's age by then was 20, he had just fully grasped on how to be a warrior – well – the one that wears an shield, at least. Throak and his father were hunting, before they heard up some common language. There were 5 of them, all initiates of the alliance.
They didn't even asked if those orcs wanted to fight. They charged Throak and his father on sight, slashing and shield bashing! Throak and his father fought with honor, they were skilled and they had already learned how to deal with the cold icy winds of Alterac. Having beat up all the militias, they finally stopped. Throak only had a few scars across his arm, chest and even one on his left cheek, nothing he couldn't take care. His father, through, was stabbed at his back by an sword, penetrating and digging its way to his heart. Throak was worried, carried his father all the way to his village, and telling the shamans what happened.
He waited outside, while the shamans were attempting to cure his father. As soon as one shaman walked out, Throak questioned him on how his father was, the sad look on the shaman face already answered him. All Throak wanted to know, was why they were attacked that day. He could swear revenge at the humans, but rather than that, he decided to go forth to fulfil his destiny.
The first good thing Throak did, was aiding at the building of Razor Hill, in Durotar. His age was 25 by now. He decided to live by that city, and aid then with things such as warding away quillboar, gnolls and even bandits, if he could.
Further on, he met his "secondary" master, who trained him to be a true warrior. After that, Throak decided to start something of his own. He traveled to a lot of places, city to city, trying to aid people with their needs. At the age of 30, Throak had finally taken a decision.
He started his own organization, called Legion of the Horde, the focus of it was to help people around their lands, aiding then how to defend themselves, escort merchants city to city for free, and so on. Later, Throak closed Legion of the Horde, and started "The Protectorate." The goal was the same, but this time, alliance members were welcome to join his organization.
Now, Throak hangs most of his time on Booty Bay, looking for new members to aid him, or skilled fighters to test him skill in the arena.
