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Ravust was a human warlock who was driven mad by the dark energies flowing through his body. Trained in the dark arts he was an excellent warrior for the alliance and a prince, but when he went mad he left the alliance and became a lonely wonder. He was jumped and killed by bandits on the road and now serves as a tresurer for the forsaken.

4/10. What was he a prince of, who trained him in the dark arts? Was he a warrior before his magic training? Was he killed by cultists of the damned because he was a prince? Just alot left open that could make it much better.

Copied and pasted from another thread.

Story in a Can:
Frugen was born to a long line of orcish archers but had an affinity for close range combat very early on. Taken right from the Valley of Trials he did some work with the Warsong Clan in Ashenvale and moved on towards having a mediocre career in Outland as a mercenary, once he completed his mandatory tour as a soldier of the Horde.

During his time in Hellfire Peninsula he ran into a blood elf whom convinced him to signing with the Argent Crusade and going to the Northern Front against the Lich King. Placed with the sub-faction known as the Scarlet Reckoning, a group of Horde and Alliance members who've had deep seated and well lived problems with the Scarlet Crusade in the past, Frugen rose to great heights of renown with his peers. Earning the name Wrymslayer, Frugen was sadly excluded from the forces seizing the gates of Icecrown.

At the end of the campaign and shortly before the Shattering, Frugen went missing and was later discovered in a small home he had carved out for himself in the Twilight Highlands. Returning to the Horde capital of Orgrimmar for a brief period, he again entered the Highlands as Ambassador rather than hermit.

Character in a Tube:
Calm and overly calculating for an orc, Frugen spent more time learning from elves than any of his former instructors would deem healthy. His tactical manner is conservative but he always has an explosive shock scenario ready if he should need it.

Frugen has never seen the need to test his steel against another for sport, his most out spoken actions, from holding the line against demons of the legion, to facing a Frost Wyrm on his own to allow his comrades to escape, it has always been to save many than to bolster the pride of one.
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Fire away.

thanx for the tips he is my alt and i spent very very little time on his story

4/10

McGirth is a very astute Dwarf.

10/10. Your backstory tells us absolutely everything we could need to know.


I wish i could apply a backstory to my character, but i play a troll and WoW has goblins who are pretty lame and not at all as cool as the origin of my name (which is actually kinda cheesy anyway... so yea wow goblins are way mad lame). To say that my character was a goblin hoplite (main = goblite) would be stupid in WoW context because WoW goblins are stupid. Imagine a lord of the rings goblin, or a dungeons and dragons goblin, or most goblins of actual folkore, then imagine that goblin to be like a hoplite- intelligent, veteran, and dignified; certainly a diamond in the goblin rough. A Goblin-Hoplite, the only one, the Goblite. I only even made that up because before wow, goblins were cool and i played halo under the name, "the goblin" and/or under the name "Hoplite" because i was a fan of socrates.

Thanatós Chandra.

Gilnean Born. Locked out when Greymane Shut the Great Wall.

Trying to Save his Daughter from a pack of Worgen while hiding in a run down Pyrewood Village, He was bitten. And his Daughter was Fatally wounded. His Daughter Died from her wounds, and from Grief Thanatós Wandered the Forests of Tirisfal. Cold, Hungry, Furious, Scared and Grief ridden Thanatós became ill and had a nasty Fever. He Passed out in a cave near Ambermill.

That was all He Remebered up to that point. He had Become a Worgen. How He was killed, noone knows.

Raised by the Lich King in His worgen Form, He was the Perfect tool for the Lich Kings will. He Slaughtered Thousands of Scarlet Crusaders. Might have even afflicted a couple with the Curse who knows. Killing was all he knew and The taste of blood made him want more.... Much more.
Then the battle for Lights Hope came, Than and the other Death Knights Regained Thier Sanity, and Lost memories. The Light Works that Way I guess..... All the Light Did was make him More miserable. First He Found out he was raised into Undeath, then he Regained his Memories of the death of his Daughter. The Hate he felt Tword Greymane for locking him out of his Homeland....He Nearly Lost control, Again.
But He Relaxed.... some how the holy light Radiating from Tirion and the other Paladins soothed his savegery.....and he Started to Transform.
Gasping for air he noticed the Other Death Knights, and Paladins Around him staring in Awe. He Looked Down at his hands.
Thanatós had Reverted to his Human Form.

8/10 - Not bad, definitely a detailed way of describing a Worgen DK. IMO, worgen DK's are one of the HARDEST, if not impossible class/race combo's to RP with, because they don't particularly make much sense lore wise. (My theory goes to Worgen cultists in Grizzly Hills.)

Daniyel Methias (and copypasta since I'm lazy, plus the simplified in a nutshell version):

Daniyel grew up poor in Gilneas City for his life. During his youth, he met a woman named Sarrah Nomadia and later got engaged to her. But after his parents died, he joined the Gilnean military. But three days before the wedding, the worgen attacked the city and her life as well as about all of his friends were killed and he became afflicted. After wandering around Azeroth trying to find a purpose, he decides to help the Alliance fight against the Horde and any other threat it faces, as well as trying to fight off the insanity and control of the Cursed Worgen within him.

8/10, short, sweet, and descriptive.

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Jorion was the son of a veteran of the Second War. He worked in Elling Trias' cheesery as an assistant from when Stormwind was rebuilt in his adolescence until shortly after the Third War, now in his mid-twenties, he enlisted in the Stormwind Infantry. Here he gained combat training, proving to be above the average with a blade and within a year earning himself command of a small patrol unit that ranged from Duskwood to Redridge. A further year passed, until one day he and his men were ambushed by a group of former-Defias highwaymen. Jorion was captured but eventually managed to stage an escape with the remnants of his force and take the bandits' leader into custody. This man, Tharren, was brought before the regents, and after a fair bit of questioning, deemed to be useful by Matthias Shaw and enlisted into SI:7 against his will. Tharren was assigned to Jorion as an adjutant and spy, mostly so Jorion could keep an eye on him; however, over the course of the remaining two years Jorion led the patrol, the two grew, if not a friendship, a wary respect.

After five years in the service, Jorion's tour of duty was over, but he felt as if his work was incomplete. Accompanied by Tharren, whose skills had proven to be invaluable on many occasions, he took up his blade in the name of all of Azeroth as an adventurer, making war against any that would threaten the peace.

He and Tharren traveled for some time, gaining experience and a small amount of recognition across most of the Eastern Kingdoms, until the Scarab Wall incident. Jorion and Tharren answered the call, and Jorion was part of the first foray into the Ruins of Ahn'Qiraj. Unspeakable evils were found there, and he fought valiantly until the battle's end. With the immediate crisis over, Jorion and Tharren parted, Tharren to return to Elwynn and do shady things there, Jorion to continue his adventures.

When the Dark Portal once again was opened, Jorion was sent through to the ruins of Draenor, now Outland. Still officially an adventurer, Jorion worked with the Alliance outposts in Hellfire and Shattrath, mainly the Sons of Lothar. Eventually, he was sent to Netherstorm with a decent contingent, composed of Alliance forces and those of the Scryers (whom Jorion aided during his stay in Shattrath) to battle the forces of Kael'thas Sunstrider. A long campaign began, culminating in the storming of Tempest Keep and Kael's (supposed) death. The force disbanded and Jorion once again took to wandering and fighting wherever he was needed. During this time, he acquired the moniker "Steelbreaker" from his fighting tactics: he was not quick, he was not graceful, but he was immoveable, and he was relentless.

Eventually, he returned to Azeroth, where he found out that Tharren had been doing a bit of adventuring of his own on the Isle of Quel'Danas, killing Kael'thas properly and finally.

Time passed, and the Scourge re-awakened. Jorion felt that this was the greatest threat that he had ever been presented with, and decided that fighting solo was no longer reasonable. He re-enlisted with the Stormwind infantry, and was dispatched along with Tharren to the Borean Tundra and Valiance Keep, and from there to the 7th Legion's fortress in Eastern Dragonblight. There, he worked with the infantry as a mentor and fellow soldier. He refused command of a company of his own, preferring to keep a moderate rank of Knight-Commander and be responsible only for his own squad. He was on the front lines against Naxxramas, and personally watched the Dread Citadel fall, though he was not present for the slaying of Kel'Thuzad. He and his squad had been reassigned to the final destination: Icecrown.

Northrend marked Jorion's longest tour of duty by far, but what he would consider to be his greatest trial was merging with a unit of the Argent Crusade in southern Icecrown and fighting through the legions of Scourge there. He rejoiced grimly when Icecrown Citadel finally loomed above him, and he led the charge into the halls of the Lich King. The fight was arduous, but eventually Arthas Menethil was confronted, and dethroned, though Jorion's unit sustained heavy casualties. He witnessed the crowning of Bolvar Fordragon as the new ruler of the Frozen Wastes, and he understood the necessity and exalted Bolvar for his sacrifice. He departed the frigid continent, many times stronger, many times wiser, and infinitely regretful.

He made his home in Stormwind once again, having had enough of war. But war always seems to draw in those who have tasted it, and his skill as a soldier of the Alliance may well be called upon again.

@ Jorion 10/10 Excellent. Well written and descriptive.

Kinx began life as a human called Hadran Siriox. He was born as the son of a wealthy nomadic trader who toured all over the continent to sell exotic products to foppish nobles for exorbitant prices. The trader, Kiallis Siriox, assumed the role of a provider for the three boys that were the ultimate product of a tryst with a barmaid years ago.

For the early portion of his life, Hadran and his two older brothers were left in the care of family and friends in various communities surrounding Lordaeron. They led a normal life, fed on their fantasies of heroism and conquest. However, when they came of age they accompanied their father on several journies where they gained experience in trade, basic combat, and general survival skills.

When the Dark Portal erupted and inflicted the Orcish Horde on the world, the Siriox family retreated to the heartlands of Tirisfal. They lived richly for a time; their purses gorged on the spoils of capitalist conquest, but as the war raged on and the cost of living became more difficult to accomodate, they turned to honest work at a farm near the capital.

With the Second War mostly at an end, the Siriox planned a tentative excursion to the dwarven lands to trade with the newly allied Bronzebeards and Wildhammers. However, as the route went through lands previously held by the Orcish offensive, Hadran was forced to stay home on account of a longstanding injury. Not three weeks from the time of their departure, the Plague swept through the Northern Kingdom and Hadran's injury made him easy prey for the newly risen horde.

Hadran has no memory of any of the next months of his life, being dragged along mindlessly to the forests of Quel'thalas. Hadran was among the first wave of undead to be made Forsaken. Still recovering from the effects of extended mind control, Hadran had forgotten all of his previous life, and his Forsaken comrades named him 'Kinx' for no discernible reason. The newly revived undead gladly fought alongside the Banshee Queen in what he saw as glorious conquest rather than slaughtering his own people alongside the Scourge. His mindless valor even earned him a place among the Deathguards.

With their new allies in the Horde; Kinx, among others, were dispatched on special missions with other heroes of the Horde to defeat evils as they revealed themselves and always to combat the Alliance threat.

When the campaign into the strange world of Outland entered its peak, Kinx was eager to join his new living allies in the conquest of this new land. He requested leave multiple times to be allowed into Hellfire Peninsula, and was denied just as many. Ultimately, he was allowed leave based on the personal orders of the Banshee Queen based entirely on 'his performance.' Kinx did not know that Sylvanas meant his lack of notability.

Despite the low expectations, Kinx proved himself by measure of the gallons of blood shed. His enthusiastic approach to murderous rampage earned him glory amongst the orcs, if nothing else. He was a member of every assault on Illidan's bases of power, and earned a place among the heroes of Outland.

After returning from his unofficial tour of duty, Kinx was sent on a solo recon mission to investigate the increased Scourge activity in the Plaguelands. Kinx was quickly identified and dispatched by Scourge gargoyles before being brought to Acherus to be reanimated under the Lich King's will once again.

Once freed by Tirion and Darion's actions at Light's Hope, Kinx was struck with an emotional revelation of his own. He remembered who he was and his life before war and bloodshed. His delayed natural reaction was extremely violent and served as his fuel to join the campaign in Northrend. Ever suspicious of the one who calls herself "The Banshee Queen," he believed that his delayed recall was mind control no different from the Lich King's.

He chose to associate himself with the Ebon Blade as his brothers in death, rather than his former allies as a Deathguard. He was enlisted in just about every major attack against the Lich King, and was chosen to be one of the Champions spearheading the final assault on Icecrown Citadel. Kinx was specifically crafted by his experience to be the bane of the Fallen Prince. The icy sheets of wind that should have rend his flesh, caused him to swell in their power. The creeping fingers of unholy death that should have disintegrated him, filled him with rage. The dark energies that should have boiled his blood, hastened Arthas' demise. Although it was Tirion who struck the final blow, the Ashbringer's zeal was no match for the supreme power of death on its own.

Kinx reveled with his allies in the fall of his most egregious enemy, and shared in their joy.

((That's most of it, some of the smaller but important 'character defining events' are missing, but this is the gist of it))

Not bad, lots of detail, maybe too much. a Wise man once said the best lies are the simplest, and all a story is is lies told for entertainment. 7/10
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(not on a RP server myself, and tbh dont really RP. That said always like to hava backstory to my characters :) would prob name change if transfered.

Scout in the Frostwolf Legion in his youth, lost his eye in the snows of Alterac to a dwarven sniper.

Left to follow the young warchief as he formed the New Horde, been a loyal warrior of the Horde ever since.

Fought on 2 worlds, against demons, undead and things much worse- never as a hero in the spotlight, just a orc with a bow, a touch of the old battle lust, and a skill for being in the wrong place at the wrong time (for the enemy).

Now a hardened veteran, and getting on in years. Known and respected as a solid fighter and capable sargent when needed- but never quite having the tact required for higher ranks and the diplomacy required for the new allies.

An Orc of the old school, Blood and Thunder run through his veins and heart- and Victory or Death come only second to loyalty as his code. A true believer in the Blood Oath.

http://www.wowhead.com/quest=11983/blood-oath-of-the-horde

Lok'tar ogar! Victory or death - it is these words that bind me to the Horde. For they are the most sacred and fundamental of truths to any warrior of the Horde.

I give my flesh and blood freely to the Warchief. I am the instrument of my Warchief's desire. I am a weapon of my Warchief's command.

From this moment until the end of days I live and die - FOR THE HORDE!

It's a generic adventurer/hero story, which I love in a character; gives room for space. For this, I commend you with a 9/10.
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Born to the rough 'n rowdy Blackrock Clan of Draenor during the conflicts, Ulraz had been taught the ways of brutality since he could bend stand. Of course, growth was helped with the fel-infused wonders that Kil'jaedan had promised.

At the age of seven he had already been on pillages of Draenei townships, ravaging their flesh with his sheer premature fists. He was brought up to feel no remorse, to him it was practically a goblin's game of tag, just with axes and blood. It was all too sweet for him.

Regardless, when the time and age came he would travel through the Great Portal for new conquest.

Years passed and a lot of blood was shed, until he was captured by the damned humans. His pride was shattered and he was set into a state of lethargy. He felt weak without the fel fluently ebbing through his blood.

He was not accepted by the other prisoners.

The time came when rumours spread of the possible liberation of the orcs, Ulraz had been un-phased; the lethargy was far too strong to care for the petty tales.

However, the legends were true and the moment that the walls came asunder is the moment that Ulraz found some pride in his brothers once more - he had never been so free.

Many years passed now underneath Thrall's Horde until the day that the toughened veteran fought against the scourge in Hyjal. He had been as confident as he had ever been and that confidence was matched against the unrelentlessness waves of the undead that he faced. The vile blood stained his face, he was wild with blood lust and high on the sheer battle. This, surely was the bane of him. His ignorance led to his downfall.

It was an honourable death.

He became an abomination of terror. He became what he had fought against. He was scourge. Under the command of the Lich King he had been for years. He became a Champion of the Scourge.

Until an uncertain event occured: the Battle for Light's Hope.

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By the way: Not a roleplayer.

8/10 ~ I found it quite nice!

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What was I? What have I become? What will I do? These are the questions that plagued the newly risen Knight of Acherus. Xenoe Tykyna was her name, before she was slain that is. Her past is shaded in the cloud that becomes of all knights, the hemorrage that taunts their memory. She was a simple foot soldier of the Alliance, decendant to Val'kyn. Her bright blue skin dense with the shambles of azure energy, her rise from the dead showed. Pale and sickly is what made her.

Xenoe's final battle was fought in the mountainous snowy trenches of Northrend. When the Alliance made one of its ground-breaking advances. Her body was decorated with various trinkets and heavy plates of armor. The alliance crest was stamped on the solid material to display her factional alignment, and she wore it with pride. One of these many trinkets also displayed her stature as a Corporal, senior footman in her right of mind. Interesting placement for a forigner in the mans army.

She charged with the rest of her bretheran, claymore wielded high over her head as a cleave would be made- chopping a small group of undeath into pieces. Their limbs splashed against the snow in a flurry of green ooze, sizzling on the chilly white backround. Her squad battled with backs against eachother, they were a forward patrol ment to provide reconassiance, yet it went terribly wrong. Xenoe motioned at a pack of shaky, unbroken dead as the flailed their dislocated arms in the groups direction. Simultanous to the impending charge, a dozen or so corpses rose around them- and the shimmering evidence of a new rival showed. In his grip would be the menacing blade wielded by every knight of Acherus, glowing a hollow azure, just as his eyes displayed in the sunny winters day.

It stepped forth, light reflecting off the blades edge as the horde came towards Xenoe's squad of five. They clashed with sounds of steel as more of the disgusting ooze splashed onto the white surface, and decorated all of their just recently cleaned armor and weapons. It ended shortly, the undeath falling in parts and chunks upon the grounds surface. But the Knight still stood, having just watched his minions become slug-food. He held his head high, glaring up at the overcast through the heavy hood that hung over his shadowed features. Seconds passed, before the Knight charged forth, making two- maybe three slashes before Xenoe's squadmates were simply cut down on the spot. It took him a second.. A second to cut down her entire squad. She stood with her claymore held high, glaring in awe at the crimson of her comrades as its splashed across her armor. Why didn't it kill me- Wait.. No. No! Xenoe knew what this end was, she growled and sprinted forth- fangs barred as her claymore came down, but was easily parried by the knight. The sparks flew as she made lazy clashes with the Knight- parry after parry, without him even fighting back; "Attack me, damn you!" She growled out, before finally.. The knight sent the black tendrals from his figure as it grabbed onto her. She was caught into her grip, and promptly slain. A few seconds passed after the slash had been made, her scarlet liquids dripping down off her finger-tips onto the white backround, gagging loudly on her own breath as the wound inflicted would be to her throat. She was held there until finally faded to black.. And re-risen the same as the Knight. A shade of azure. A blade of Acherus.

This is all she knows, this is all she claims. Xenoe has no history. She is reborn.

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Didn't proofread it, so if its redundant, I'm sorry!

10/10 Love it!!!
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Born the child of a star-crossed love, her parents were a Revantusk and a Darkspear. This made life quite difficult for them since neither tribe would accept her due to the obvious heritage of the other showing through. Her parents were reviled and loathed for their love and sent away. Not being able to find home with their own kind they finally settled in the growing capitol of Orgrimmar. Akizani's mother trained her in the way of potions and hexes raising her to be a Zulfi like herself, a powerful Witch Doctor.

Her enrollment in the Horde was treacherous in its own right the Darkspear disliking her made an appeal to Thrall necessary for it to occur, and thus made harder than most. Forced to prove herself in the Valley of Trials when she was continuously chastised in the Echo Isles, the work proved harsh but she finally succeeded being sent soon after to the Barrens then on to the Front in Ashenvale. She was proud to have proved that she was finally worth her place in the world.

However, this feeling of pride didn't last long when she found a random goblin selling vacays to Stranglethorn, to Grom'Gol. Speaking with him, her anger at the Darkspear peaked almost causing her to curse him to enfeeblement. Walking away she swore to herself that she would prove her worth to her tribes. To prove that her parents were not the Fons they were thought to be for loving each other. To this end she ventured first to Gromgol then to the Hinterlands. While shunned outright and given miserable chores like killing Raptors -a venerated species of the Darkspear- and mucking turtles she soon proved herself worthy in their eyes, being given truly important tasks that shaped the regions.

Soon though her work with the Horde at large carried her to even more remote locals like Feralas and Felwood. But even if she was dragged into the Twisting Nether she wouldn't forget the fact that now she was truly beloved by her people.
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Sorry that there really isn't enough emotion to it... I feel lacking there.

9/10

I wouldn't see anyone needing to go to Thrall if she is born to two loyal tribes. It really seems that, if Darkspears were giving her trouble that she would just go to a guard or fight them off on her own. Earn that respect by giving them a few bruises or a case of temporary impotence! Otherwise, I liked the way you followed the progression of quest zones to flesh out your character, something that is rarely seen!

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For this, Iralius is -not- a worgen. And it'll be done from memory seeing as I can't log over to my mage atm.

Iralius Amen'akil

Born to one of the smaller and weaker tribes of the Tanari people, Iralius was destined for great things from a young age. Though the child could not reconcile this foretelling by the village elders with the fact he had been born in Tanaris. As soon as he was able to think of things other than how much he hated the desert, and by extension his tribe, the boy resolved to get the hell out of Tanaris.

Taken in under the tribal elders to learn the ways of the Mystic in fortune telling, fire weaving, and even the more advanced forms of manipulating matter, Iralius showed promise in becoming the next member of the elders. Of course, Iralius didn't want to ever hold that position. Already the mind of the young Tanari was formulating a wicked plan.

On the day of the tragic death of the entirety of the tribal elders, Iralius ascended to the position of village leader, as he was the last one to be inducted into the inner circle. With this, Iralius lead his tribe in the way that he saw fit. This small, weak tribe of Tanari began to capture and enslave wayward adventurers, lone sand trolls, and even other Tanari. All of these they placed in chains and dragged to Gadgetzan, trading them to the goblin cartels to fill their coffers.

With only one year in charge, the tribe's wealth had risen to rival many of the wealthy noble families to the east. One day, the tribe awoke and found both Iralius and all their accumulated wealth gone. The seventeen year old having set off for the east where he soon settled in Stormwind, building a sprawling manse on the outskirts of the city, staffed by servants and heavily armed guards. The large home filled with gardens of varying types, a menagerie of exotic animals, and an arcanum-study for the young man to learn even greater skills in magic.

He has been living there comfortably for the past five years.

9/10
Bedbananas
On a dark and dusky night when the moon was fullest a 15 year old built boy named Seth was trying find flowers for his crush julia when he found a small cave. He walked in to find a skeleton with a neat sword and armor. Seth decided to make the cave his hide out. He pulled the necklass of the skeletons neck and ran of to julias farm to see if she was out herbing. He didnt see her there so he went to the hill. As he climbed up it he saw 5 men riding down the hill towards the mountains. He jogged up the hill and there he seen a bodie motionless. It was julia.... Seth ran over to find that julia had her throat slit and her items tooken. Thats when something in seth broke. He felt a cold empty feeling in himself. He then crying picked up julia and wandered off toward the forest he buried her under her favorite spot in the forest. Seth stagered off and drank himself till he clapsed. He drank himself to death. As time passed a pumpkin patch grew under him. The night the eclipse came alive so did seth. Seth was forsaken. He got up and walked to the cave and put on the old armor and took the sword and walked towards the mountains. Seth started hunting all the humans who killed julia. When he found them he would cut their throats and watch them down on their own blood. The bandits gave him the name bedbananas for cutting peoples throats when they were asleep. Seth decided to give his body to the forsaken so he can be with julia in the spirit world. Altho seth is gone bedbananas is alive and well, he now lives in kalimdor happily herbgathering and partying with murlocs.

I'm... not sure what to make of that...


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Orochi always had an affinity for magic, which was not so surprising when it came to her people, but she was especially adept at a young age. Some thought it was a natural talent, but she just thought it was because she studied more than everyone else her age. Whatever the reason, she had dreamed of attending the Magic Academy in Dalaran. She only made it as far as Capital City (Lordaeron) when the Orcs arrived and the city was locked down for the siege.

After the orcs were driven back, her family returned to Silvermoon to help in the restoration of the forest. She didn't get another chance, unfortunately, as Dalaran was eventually destroyed with the coming of the Scourge. By this time, she had taught herself plenty of spells, and aided in the Third War. It's no secret what happened after that, and Orochi lost herself to her Fel addiction for a time. She still harbors some resentment toward both the orcs and the forsaken, but understands that the former weren't in their right minds, and the latter had no minds to speak of.

Even with the restoration of the Sunwell, she still feels the occasional allure of Fel Magic.
Her mother was killed in the Scourge invasion, and her deepest regret is the loss of her true eyes. They once were those of her mother.
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Well, let me know if I can improve on this. :)

8/10 Could use more history in my opinion, but it was interesting :D

Dunzmarr Ironshot was born into the wealthy family of the Ironshots. His father, Dranzum Ironshot, got his name after he shot a bullet between a ring. He was a well-known commander in the 23rd Legion of Ironforge.

When Dunzmarr was fifteen, he would start going with his father to his meetings. The meetings would usually consist of where the troops should advance, how long, and so forth. He always promised to not say anything, and he did this.

For ten years, he went to the monthly meetings. One day though, he heard something he wish he didn't. He found out that they were going to send his father, a handicapped veteran, back out into the action. Dunzmarr was furious, and spoke out against it.

His father, furious at his actions, disowned him. He gave him his rifle, and from there on out, Dunzmarr travelled the wilderness. He was young for a Dwarf, and didn't know what to do to survive. The first week was the toughest. He had to figure out was to eat, and how to build protection. He used many different methods, then discovered that using snow to make an igloo worked best. Then for food, he would eat the remnants of what predators and scavengers left.

He did this for about a month, when one day he made an almost fatal move. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He tripped on a rock and fell a good bit down a mountain, breaking both of his legs. He knew that there was nobody near him, so he sat there and cried in pain, knowing that this was going to be the last time he would see anything. A couple of hours later, he passed out.

Dunzmarr awoke days later in a house. Startled to see that he was still alive, he looked around the house. The people who found him, the Jorrvask's, rushed over to him in excitement. They told him the story of how they found him and how he ended up there. In the middle of them talking, a bear appeared in the house. Dunzmarr was frantic and screamed in terror. He about hurt himself when the people who cared for him finally calmed him down enough to explain that it was their bear. This bear, Snuffles, was the reason that he was still alive. He got the people and showed them where Dunzmarr was at.

In his time of recovering, Dunzmarr had grown very close to Snuffles. When he healed enough to go walk on his own, he would go take long walks with Snuffles. When he was fully recovered the people gave him Snuffles. They said he was a sign of good hope, and that Dunzmarr needed him more than they did. They also let him come visit and have a place to stay whenever he needed it. In a way, this became his family.

For twenty-five years, he was in the 31st Legion as a sharpshooter, with Snuffles always by his side. He got a letter in the mail, from his real father, saying that he was proud of what he became, and he wanted him to come home. Dunzmarr didn't know what to think, it had been twenty-five years since he last saw his father. He thought about it for about a week, then decided maybe it was time to go home.

He thought he would go the people who cared for him while he was injured since it was on the way. When he got to the house though, he discovered it had been burned done. Nothing remained but ashes in the snow. Tears fell down Dunzmarr's eyes. Even with his blurred vision from the tears, he managed to spot something near where the front door used to be. He picked it up, and it was his family's insignia.

Extremely furious, he wanted to get revenge on his father, but he didn't want it to be obvious. He decided it would be best if he waited until it was dark, then go to Ironforge. When it was night, he went to his old house, many emotions stacking up on each other. At some point, he felt happy that he was home, but on the other, he wanted his father to die. His father answered the door, tears in his eyes, "Son, ye, Ye're back!" Dunzmarr, summoning all the anger he could, pulled out his father's rifle, and said "Say hello to the Jorrvak's for me, will ye?" and killed his father.

7/10 i liked that snuffles part, although actually killing your father could be your life's quest.

Aedass used to be the greatest shamans in the land. He received visions though of him killing his friends, family, and members of royalty including the bloodhoofs. One day, Aedass killed his best friend Tagass with his powers and was banished from his tribe.

Years of hardening in the cold and hot, eventually loosing his magical powers due to being stripped of them as well as loosing part of his horn to an oncoming Kodo, He finally found Mulgore and was accepted into the Horde as a member of the Tauren. There he received training in the ways of the Huntar... I mean hunter. Although he is now accepted into society again, he can never forget the painful memory of his friend, slowly being consumed by a ball of death.

my full RP flag has a bit more detail, but I tried to cover the basics :)