Physical Traits[]
Vrakk | |
Name: | Vrakk Icehowl |
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Title: | |
Allignment: | Neutral Good |
Gender: | Male |
Age: | 46 |
Race: | Orc |
Character Class | Shaman, Firecaller |
Occupation | Overseer of The Beastmaw Clan |
Spoken Languages |
Orcish Bad Broken Common |
Status: | Alive |
Vrakk is a well muscled orc carrying many scars of previous battles. His eyes are red and his hair is a brown red colour. He's average looking for orcs, having gathered quite a few pieces of armour and weaponry in his years, he usually wears a leathery and plated shamanistic set, where the plates are formed like the Horde Icon and wolf heads. (The Ten Storms, tier2)
In battle it's variating for what suits Vrakk.
A scale and plated armour is well used to him, combined with an axe and a shield, or his well crafted hammer.
Warband[]
Background[]
Early Years[]
Vrakk was born around twelve years before the opening of the Dark Portal and the invasion of Azeroth. He was born healthy and energetic, he was presumed by the elders to be a shaman, but before it was known the world was breaking and the elements deserted the orcs. At the age of twelve Vrakk was full harded and battle ready, grown through fel magic to support the invading army. He was not amoung the front lines, he was perhaps closer to the last lines. He saw the fall of Stormwind and the death of many great warriors, and in the times of the crazed blood lust Vrakk remembers little else of what happend in the meantime... But as the fel left him he connected more and more to the spirits around him, he realised the calls of the elements and in secret of the humans started practicing shamanish.
Story as he would tell it himself[]
"My name is Vrakk, I was born on Draenor by Grikkna of the Laughing Skull, my mother and raised well,until the demons corruption ravaged our lands and led us into a blood haze. In the new world I saw the end of kings and kingdoms, great warlords, and the capture of several strong warriors... I was taught shamanism in my capture, in secret and as much we could. Kromash he was named, the shaman who taught me, a Frostwolf shaman, and later known to me as my own father. I was of two clans without knowing, without caring, all I saught was to redeem myself from the blood haze and gain a relation with the spirits. As soon as we were released from the humans clutches, I managed to do my om'riggor, my ritual of adulthood, although it had been a long time since I passed that age, I felt it necessary.
After the new Warchief, Thrall son of Durotan rallied the Horde we left for a new land, to call our own. We met new allies, many new allies. The mysterious Darkspear trolls and the honourable tauren of the lands of Kalimdor. Both races taught me well in how to use the spirits around me through the time to pass.
But even the filthy humans followed us to Kalimdor, and conflict was yet over. Through ranks of the Night Elves, Humans and what other hostility we met we fought our way. Honour bound orc warriors, tauren warriors and troll hunters, we all fought with strength and wisdom, some died honourably and some did not. I nearly lost my eyes in a fight against the night elves.
But as time passed when conflict had passed, it once again stirred up to war, war I joined as a proud warrior and shaman. Even back to Draenor once the Dark Portal had been reopened. a torn world... of memories.
On my return to Kalimdor I joined forces with The Earthfury Clan under leadership of Torakk Bloodrain and his sister Tannaka Bloodrain, but in time 'the clan fell after years, and in allegience with the General I stood proud and strong in the forming of the new Warband, The Beastmaw Clan! As a force of the Horde we ventured to the Northrend and aided the war efford there, glorious battles, but at the cost of warriors. The undead not aneasy foe to battle. Before we ventured I had mated with an orc of the Barrens, Krishna, who gave birth to my boy, Kromash. As he's now more than a year old, he's growing big and strong, under guidance of the elder shaman Thorrim, and had been since before I ventured to the Alterac mountains, to seek an audience with some of the powerful Frostwolf shamans there. The world sundered, and then I returned to Orgrimmar, to aid my Warband!
I am Vrakk, a shaman of the Horde!"
Note[]
I have remade Vrakk, given him a full rounded update and remade his story, although some things stay the same, alot has been changed aswell to fit.
Current Status[]
Alive
Inspiration[]
First Vrakk was inspired by the Warcraft III shaman, but when I ventured into Alterac Valley first, Drek'Thar was my image of an awesome Frostwolf Shaman, I also found inspiration in Torakk, since he was more or less the first Orcish Roleplayer I saw and gave me great ideas for RP gear aswell as advice.