Toranak

Information

Player: Maulbane

Character Full Name: (Formerly) Toranak of the Darkspear, (Presently) Toranak the Unclean Character In-Game Name: Toranak

Nickname(s): Tor, Unclean, "Get away!".

Association(s): The Ebon Blade and his own needs.

Race: Troll

Class: Death Knight (Unholy/Plague)

Age: 32

Sex: Male.

Hair: He used to have a nice, thick head of orange hair, but no longer. In fact he doubts he has a single hair on his body, as the things he did as a knight of the Scourge hardly encourage the growth of hair, or the guaranteed remain of it.

Eyes: The generic, slightly pulsating eyes of a Death Knight. Though you would think not, two blue orbs can still show some emotion, which is displayed as they flare up or die down due to a change of mood, usually between excitement and lethargy.

Weight: 320lbs

Height: 7'9"

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Toranak doesn't tend to prefer anything over anything else, except, perhaps, for his old Death Knight armor. If he isn't wearing the saronite suit he wore in battle a long time ago he will be wearing light and flowing robes or clothing. He is not particular in how he dresses, so chances are one day you may even find him in nothing but a loincloth. Cold isn't an issue when you're dead.

Other: Toranak stinks. Think of a mix between permenantly charred Troll flesh with lots and lots of mysterious potions filled with green and yellow goo poured onto it. Not that nice a smell. Coupled with that is his skin, which actually is charred. He doesn't know how it became that was but when he woke up as a Death Knight his skin was blackened and ripped off in some places.

If you examine his back you'll see holes in it, and underneath the layer of thick, charred skin is another layer of repulsive green stuff, the result of his abuse of potions, death and a little bit of messing around with the plague.

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Evil. He'll try and keep as far as he can inside the lines of law and morality, but his urge to experiment and practise his art can override this. He cares not for other people whatsoever, and will grab a child, his friend, an enemy or a mouse off the streets to do whatever he wants. But not in the middle of the day, of course.

This Troll appears two-dimensional at first. His first and only passion is that of researching, refining and applying the destructive, but more specifically the repulsive, the unclean, the stuff you wouldn't touch even if dared. Toranak instead revels in these things, something that he didn't do in life. He doesn't know what a friend is, as he forgot many things when he died. If you have been living or meeting Toranak for a year he would even then have no qualms with hitting you with a hammer to see if you have anything different in your head than the twenty other Lions he hit that one day. He also has trouble with morals, something he was stripped completely of after his untimely death. He struggles on a day to day basis to not get arrested or executed, in fact the concept of law even confuses him at some points. He hasn't done anything fatal to himself yet, luckily.

When faced with something, well, putrid, Toranak is in his element. Think of him like a scientist in the way he runs primitive tests on blood, skin and anything else he happens across. Apart from that, he has no respect or preference for any single living thing on Azeroth. His own people are Humans, the Humans are Elves, the Elves are Gnolls, what's the difference? "They's all breathing, so I don' think it matters.". He doesn't specifically enjoy killing, just pain and disease. He'll watch you die instead of killing you or saving you, a blue-eyed observer calmly watching you suffer from the flu, or the plague.

History

Toranak was born in a family of Trolls, a family making up what could be called the "Lower class" for the Darkspear. They were so low in their society because of something one of their ascendants did, apparently, and had to repay the debt to the loa through indefinite servitude. They did what the larger and more powerful Trolls told them to do or died, and even though Toranak was born a curious and exciteable Troll he was quickly beaten into servitude. Even though he was a male of his race it didn't matter. He had no muscles to speak of at such a young age and took the regular beatings badly.

However, he was still alive and even though his mother and father died as he was growing up (His mother was killed during a hunt, having been used as bait. He still didn't know what happened to his father, but he may have escaped to rise up the ranks of another tribe) he managed to stay cheerful on his home at the Broken Isles. That is, until the Murlocs came. While the men and a few of the children were desperately fighting off the amphibious monsters Toranak did what he usually did when trouble came to him or his people - He hid. And thanks to that he almost missed Thrall arrive later in the day, having to run out in half a suit of leather clothing to catch up with the boats. However he did make the boat, and then a lot of things happened very quickly.

For one, he settled for only a month or two in the newly found town of Sen'Jin. But thanks to the Horde's new laws he wasn't being controlled like a slave for the first time of his life. He went wild. In his adulthood (before he became a Death Knight) he vaguely remembers knocking over the house of one of the Trolls who beat him and running as fast as he could out of the town, laughing like an idiot. After this he had no idea what to do, opting to waste time around Orgrimmar for a very long time. At least, very long in his opinion. He still had the dulled urge for adventure in his veins, despite the life in 'slavery'. Because of this, one day without reason he took a boat to the lands of none other than the Forsaken and then to the Plaguelands.

It wasn't that he liked this place, not at all. It was just the most wild, far-off hellhole he could think to go to. When he arrived he didn't think of just how stupid this was, just what he could do and how he could prove his worth by crushing those "Walkin' dead.". Sadly, his plan didn't go as planned, and within two days of being in the Plaguelands he was face-down in the mud with an axe in his back. It turns out the only way to kill an urge of adventure is to kill it.

After that things went by quickly. He remembered nothing of his former life, and only a quarter of his former personality. As he was trained by one of the more senior Death Knights briefly he slowly learned a new mindset - Nothing matters except killing the living. This suited the almost personality-dead Toranak fine, who practised regularly in necrotic magic, not that much like a mindless drone. When his training was finished, at least most of it, he was presented his runeblade. It was jagged and enchanted already, but at this point Toranak knew what he had to do to complete it. The runeforging was hard and he almost ruined the entire sword, but he finished with a green, slightly dripping runeblade. If he could have felt it he would have been slightly proud at himself. He worked harder on his unholy magic but never got the time to truely master it in his time on Acherus.

After the forging he trained in the ways of plague and unholy magic, learning how to animate Ghouls to the best of his abilities and within a week he could conjure and fire a Death Coil without falling down himself. And soon the preparations were ready and the transition between Troll and Death Knight was ready. He was a killing machine... Which was good, since Light's Hope Chapel was looming before them all.

He was at the back, not out of personal preference but just because there were so many Scourge it was impossible to even move when you were this cramped. When the charge towards the small beacon of hope for the Argent Dawn began things started to thin out, and Toranak could actually ride his charger without crushing his allies on the way. When the battle started he killed many Humans, maybe twenty. And when the battle ended he watched silently and slightly confusedly as he was betrayed by Arthas himself. The Ebon Blade was created shortly afterwards. Shortly after this Toranak began practising his unholy magic on his own test subjects, namely animals he found wherever he could find them. He created poisons, weak plagues, nondescript green goo... And then he noticed how enjoying this was to him. He began larger and more dangerous tests, not getting better at his disturbing art but more confident, prepared to do even more abhorrent things.

Toranak tries to keep within the Ebon Blade's leash as well as he can, but sometimes deviates in the form of wandering off, chasing some new fangled idea of his doggedly. Luckily his deviations aren't horrible enough for him to be disliked in the Ebon Blade and he usually returns to where he is needed after being summoned, if the summons reach him.