Turog

Information

Player: MadFerret

Character Full Name: Turog, Son of Ankar and Draka Fireseed

Character In-Game Name: Turog

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): The horde (loosely)

Race: Orc

Class: Hunter

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Hair: Black, Shaped in a mohawk-like crest.

Eyes: Red

Weight: 310lbs

Height: 6'1"

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance

The first thing you'll notice about Turog is that for an adult male orc, he's kinda on the small side. His body is leaner than most; more compact. He dresses himself in black leather, from neck and shoulders to his feet. Aside from the black leather, he also wears a pair of goggles. You will more likely than not find him wearing these goggles, as he takes them off rarely. This habit of his has caused him to grow a slight tan-line on his face. He also keeps his side-burns long and his facial hair in a mutton-chop look.

Other: Due to an incident involving the Bloodsworn and some cultist, he has a large scar on his face as if something just took a chunk out of his left cheek.

He has tamed a black worg named "Old Shuck," and a white boar that has yet to be named.

Personality

The orc is a real wild child. Ever since birth he was defiant of all authority. While it is not an impossible feat to get him under control, it can be a challenge. This is not to say that he will not listen to anyone, just that he won't accept anyone talking down to him. He seems to have a fear of losing his freedom again, a fear that expresses itself rather violently. If you treat him as an equal or a friend, he'll listen to you willingly. It is his way of ensuring his own choice.

While he has a sense of honour, he believes you'll have to earn it to get it. Humans just don't get any at all. Orcs, Trolls and Tauren usually get it right away. Should he view you as a good person, he'll be rather friendly to you. Should you piss him off, he'll hold a grudge. Fortunately, these don't last long and once he cools down he tends to forget it.

Some might say that his philosophies on freedom contradict the way he controls his beasts. He does not agree with that. He does not treat his companions as tools or even pets. He sees them as his soul-brothers. He treats the animal like he would treat a dear friend. He knows how to read and deal with this beasts, and truly believes that every creature contains the same sentience as the mortal races.

He is an emotional being. He enjoys a thrill, especially in battle and hunting. He'll join any battle or hunt, bringing guns and dynamite with him for some extra bang. His philosophy is "We live, we die. Might as well enjoy yourself in the meantime." He is laid-back, carefree, and very careless. His childish and careless attitude tends to put him at odds with many other people. He doesn't like it, but he won't dwell on it too long. He just keeps on going.

He is also is aware he's small for an orc. He doesn't appreciate being reminded, seeing as this is a…unattractive quality for an orc. Bringing it up will either cause him to brood for a while…or punch you in the face.

History

Turog was born to rather unfortunate circumstance. His mother, Draka Fireseed gave birth to him within one of the several internment camps that came up after the second war. Both his parents were Dragonmaw orcs and members of the old Horde. His father, Ankar Fireseed was a great warrior of the Horde, but Turog cared not. As a child, growing up in the camps, he became very alienated from his parents. The lethargy of the orcs had begun to take effect, but Turog was still full of youthful energy. He grew up learning about the events prior to his birth, and he resented the others from not rising up and fighting back. He was just angry, though, that he was unlucky enough to born in these camps.

He was also incredibly defiant, as most youths are. It seemed like almost a daily routine of getting into fights with the guards; fights that he would definitely lose. His childish disobedience resulted in several beatings, and times where they'd lock him away isolated from the others. Day after day he would fight, and day after day he would be punished for it. Each punishment got more and more sever until finally, he couldn't take it any more. Slowly his will was broken, and his spirit crushed. He bitterly faced, to him, was one of his greatest defeats. The youthful fire and spirit was gone, leaving only a shattered image of what he once was.

Then he came…

There was talk of a shaman within the internment camp. The future warchief was infiltrating the camps, using his powers to motivate and inspire the orcs held within, and would then aid them in rising against the human oppressors. Turog never got a good look at Thrall, but he could feel a change in the atmosphere. That youthful defiance and energy that seemed to die out so long ago, like a phoenix from the ashes, was once again reborn. When the time came, he rebelled with the other orcs. He would even try to fight, using whatever sticks and stones he could find for impromptu weapons. He was an orc, after all. Combat is in his blood. Relief washed over him as he was finally free from his prison.

He soon found himself traveling with the recently freed orcs. He did not know what happened with his parents, and he did not particularly care. He barely knew them anyways. He sincerely wanted to fight the humans with the rest of the Orcish warriors, but he was still young, too young for combat. Instead he was brought out hunting. He was taught to hunt with a sling as it was a simple to make weapon, really being made out of some leather scraps. He'd use various rocks for ammo. He was also taught to hunt with a simple spear, but preferred the feel of the sling. It was of mediocre quality, but it just seemed to feel right for him. He'd use it to take down various smaller animals, only using the spear when larger prey was around. He spent much, if not all, of the Third war hunting. Because of both his age, and his rather small stature for an orc, he was deemed unfit for the kind of combat they would be facing.

When he was nearly of age, he took up the bow. The sling would always hold a place in his heart, but he realized the bow and arrow was just so much more effective. He practiced using a bow as he followed the orcs to Durotar, hunting the boars, raptors, and scorpids of the red desert. His aim improved with each shot, and with all the time he spent in the wild, he learned to read the body language and signals of each beast. He learned to predict how different beasts would act, based on actions and appearances alone.

Eventually, the orcs secured their home in Durotar. Turog, finding it hard to secure any kind of income or money. Out of desperation, he became an apprentice under a goblin engineer. It was not work he particularly enjoyed. It was intensive, and payed not as much as it could, but it was work. He enjoyed the work itself, but the goblins were not the best employers to work for. He constantly fought with his boss until he was finally booted from the job. With damaged pride and only a little bit of coin, he tried working wherever he could. He had retained much knowledge from the job, and it helped him find his passion for working with his hands. He also learned that his time using the sling and giving him a good, bomb-throwing arm. Of course, he was out of work, and almost out of money.

The orc was wandering without any real purpose. Turog would do the odd job here and there to support himself as best he could. It was just barely enough. He was often alone, until one fateful day, in the wilds of Durotar, he found a worg. He had no idea how the worg got there; as far as he knew there were no worg in Durotar. His question of where this beast came from had to wait. He could tell just by looking at it that this wolf was hungry and fearless. It lunged at Turog, who lunged right back. The orc and the worg wrestled, and while suffering multiple bite wounds, Turog finally wrestled the beast into submission. When he saw the animal had given up the struggle, he reached into his pack and offered some meat. The meat was devoured, and a bond between the two was born that they. As time went on, it strengthened. Now a days, Turog and Shuck are almost inseparable. There might be times when you see Turog with other beasts, but Shuck will always be his spirit-brother.

He now travels with his black dog, wandering aimlessly. He just tries to get by in this harsh, cruel life.