Vorrnuk

Information

Full Name: Vorrnuk Hillsmasher

In Game Name: Vorrnuk

Nicknames: Vorn is the most he'd allow.

Associations: Thunder Bluff, The Horde, Hillsmasher clan

Race: Tauren

Sex: Male

Age: 59

Class: Warrior-Druid (Druid IG)

Hair/Eyes: Grey fur, hair, and facial hair

Weight: 645 lbs

Height: 8'8"

Alignment: True Neutral

Personality

A real no-nonsense kind of Druid. Doesn't take kindly to play or foolishness, and has thus been deemed "Grumpy" by most. He's a show-me Tauren, not believing anything without proof or reason. He's tough and damn proud of it. He finds armor cowardly, and often says that those who need to wear worked metal in armor or weapons are cowards and need aids to fight, whereas he only needs the armor given to him by the Earthmother. And, by law, pants.

History

Vorrnuk was born into a tribe known as the Hillsmashers. They were small, perhaps twenty, but renowned for their keen Warriors and for being fiercely independent. They had a tough living style, based around growing through adversity. The leader of the clan encouraged in-fighting to weed out the weaklings. There was rarely a day gone without a brawl or fight, but the Hillsmashers took it in stride. No grudges against other Hillsmashers, and no hate was bared. Though they were not all warriors. There were three Druids at that time- and those Druids were the Elders.

Vorrnuk himself was an aspiring, as most others, warrior. He went out, hunted, and fought mercilessly. He wasn't the best, and got beaten a good few times himself.. But he was good. He was also showed a calmness not shown in many other warriors. He seemed to like to stalk as much as fight, to think about what he could do in a situation instead of swinging wildly at it, and that often helped him prevail. It was, for this calmness and seeming intelligence, why one of the three elders chose him for Druid training.

He was given the tattoos of the Hillsmasher Druids up and down his arms, and his training was set into motion. The training was rigorous and tougher than most other clans, often having to deal with nature by diving right into elements he was unfamiliar with. He had to survive for two weeks alone in one of the hottest areas in the Barrens, had to travel to Winterspring and survive there for two weeks, not to mention Feralas, Stonetalon, and other areas around Mulgore.

One back to the clan's home, he was run ragged and changed. He was bigger and stronger, and seemed a bit more world-weary. He was a lot more serious after it, supposedly for having his life on the line for the last few months. The Elders, satisfied, began the training of the magic. They taught him how to summon and sling spells by asking the Earthmother and being in-touch with nature. They taught him that even as a Druid to not surrender his warrior heritage, and to keep strong. After all, in the Horde (As thought by the Hillsmashers), might gains respect.

He now seeks to prove himself and his clan, as instructed. Sparring and fighting for the Horde, for the Bloodhoof clan, and for anything else he feels he should.