Post by Haagen on Mar 9, 2008 22:56:49 GMT 1
Name: Haagen Shieldheart.
Other names/aliases/nicks: Chieftain, Chief, The High Shield of Mulgore, The Juggernaut.
Gender: Male.
Age: Clearly less than even twenty. Exact age unknown.
Relatives: Grail, his eldest friends. Other relatives presumably deceased. Haagen is sad for not knowing his relatives, nor has anyone been able to provide him with the answer.
Appereance: Haagen is actually quite tall, but slim. His face is quite feminine, aside his beard and hair, that he keeps on pigtails and often hangs flowers in them. His hide is quite dark-brown and his horns are jet black. His eyes are brown and he looks like a tauren from the Southern Barrens tribes. He looks as if he spends quite some time on his looks. Something about his face makes him look slightly sad and distant.
Weapon of choice: As an orc he sparred with said: "It's not about the weapon, it's about how you handle the weapon of your choice.", but Haagen likes shields over weapons.
Fighting style: Haagen's style is exceptionally smooth, he is very agile for tauren. He combines strength and agility a lot in combat, using full body rotations, manoveurs and quick series of strikes to beat down his opponents.
Favourite food: Just about everything spicy.
Occupation: The current Chieftain of the Mistrunner Tribe, warrior, hunter and adventurer.
Likes: Smoking pipe, sunsets, the smell of sungrass and sleeping outdoors.
Positive Personality Traits: Often encouraging and positive, kind by nature. Helpful and loyal.
Negative Personality Traits: Fortunately his former immaturity has faded away, but he is still often troubled and uncertain, but manages to hide it quite well. Lacks the knowledge of an older tauren.
Misc. Stuff: Feels most comfortable around Grail. Sees him as a missing father or big brother figure. Has unwavering faith and trust in Grail. Haagen is also in a bad age by tauren-measures. He is sometimes worried about finding a wife for himself, because he is secretly afraid all the chores of the Chieftain will keep him occupied until he is too old.
Story:
A sunset in the Barrens, grasshoppers making loud noise in the tall grass, a raven flying alone in the sky. The silence of the mountains, the orange sky. Grail walks the road towards the Thousand Needles steadfast and determined. The sun is setting fast, soon the red shimmer is replaced by silver moonlight and dark shadows. Suddenly he notices a group of dark figures fighting in the distance, thinking not to intervene he quietly moves away from the road and prepares to pass the figures quietly.
"Leave..! Me..! Alone!!" Someone yells, the replies are multiple pig-like snorting sounds.
"Taurahe? A small calf in trouble it sounds.." Grail thinks to himself.
Grail thinks quickly, then pulling out his mace and dashing to aid. He easily disperses of the quilboar, letting them taste the power of the elements. A surprising sight is met by his eyes. A young, severely wounded calf with an oversized leather helmet on his head, only loincloth surrounding his waist and a big, bloody and rusty axe in his hands. The calf's eyes burn with determination and will, he doesn't say a thing-- just stares at Grail with his axe in guard, Grail staring back at the wounded calf.
- -
"I will fight him if I have to, too!! I will not be killed, unfair big things attacking me!! Just let me grow and I'll show.. I'll become..!!" and then the sweet darkness took me into its hug.
"Rest, don't try to stand up. You are wounded." the voice echoes and hurts in my ears for a while.
"Huh...?"
A blue sky showing from the top of the tent, little warm wind circulating the tent. A windmill's quiet sound outside. It's bright, hurts in my eyes. I feel like crying, hurts. My body-- feels so battered. A good smell, I am home? Like mother, where is mother? A completely black tauren leaning onto me and changing bandages and rubbing some strange smelling salva on me. Where am I.. why is he helping me? Why aren't I dead?
"I'll follow you."
Perhaps I'll improve and lenghten this story some day.
Other names/aliases/nicks: Chieftain, Chief, The High Shield of Mulgore, The Juggernaut.
Gender: Male.
Age: Clearly less than even twenty. Exact age unknown.
Relatives: Grail, his eldest friends. Other relatives presumably deceased. Haagen is sad for not knowing his relatives, nor has anyone been able to provide him with the answer.
Appereance: Haagen is actually quite tall, but slim. His face is quite feminine, aside his beard and hair, that he keeps on pigtails and often hangs flowers in them. His hide is quite dark-brown and his horns are jet black. His eyes are brown and he looks like a tauren from the Southern Barrens tribes. He looks as if he spends quite some time on his looks. Something about his face makes him look slightly sad and distant.
Weapon of choice: As an orc he sparred with said: "It's not about the weapon, it's about how you handle the weapon of your choice.", but Haagen likes shields over weapons.
Fighting style: Haagen's style is exceptionally smooth, he is very agile for tauren. He combines strength and agility a lot in combat, using full body rotations, manoveurs and quick series of strikes to beat down his opponents.
Favourite food: Just about everything spicy.
Occupation: The current Chieftain of the Mistrunner Tribe, warrior, hunter and adventurer.
Likes: Smoking pipe, sunsets, the smell of sungrass and sleeping outdoors.
Positive Personality Traits: Often encouraging and positive, kind by nature. Helpful and loyal.
Negative Personality Traits: Fortunately his former immaturity has faded away, but he is still often troubled and uncertain, but manages to hide it quite well. Lacks the knowledge of an older tauren.
Misc. Stuff: Feels most comfortable around Grail. Sees him as a missing father or big brother figure. Has unwavering faith and trust in Grail. Haagen is also in a bad age by tauren-measures. He is sometimes worried about finding a wife for himself, because he is secretly afraid all the chores of the Chieftain will keep him occupied until he is too old.
Story:
A sunset in the Barrens, grasshoppers making loud noise in the tall grass, a raven flying alone in the sky. The silence of the mountains, the orange sky. Grail walks the road towards the Thousand Needles steadfast and determined. The sun is setting fast, soon the red shimmer is replaced by silver moonlight and dark shadows. Suddenly he notices a group of dark figures fighting in the distance, thinking not to intervene he quietly moves away from the road and prepares to pass the figures quietly.
"Leave..! Me..! Alone!!" Someone yells, the replies are multiple pig-like snorting sounds.
"Taurahe? A small calf in trouble it sounds.." Grail thinks to himself.
Grail thinks quickly, then pulling out his mace and dashing to aid. He easily disperses of the quilboar, letting them taste the power of the elements. A surprising sight is met by his eyes. A young, severely wounded calf with an oversized leather helmet on his head, only loincloth surrounding his waist and a big, bloody and rusty axe in his hands. The calf's eyes burn with determination and will, he doesn't say a thing-- just stares at Grail with his axe in guard, Grail staring back at the wounded calf.
- -
"I will fight him if I have to, too!! I will not be killed, unfair big things attacking me!! Just let me grow and I'll show.. I'll become..!!" and then the sweet darkness took me into its hug.
"Rest, don't try to stand up. You are wounded." the voice echoes and hurts in my ears for a while.
"Huh...?"
A blue sky showing from the top of the tent, little warm wind circulating the tent. A windmill's quiet sound outside. It's bright, hurts in my eyes. I feel like crying, hurts. My body-- feels so battered. A good smell, I am home? Like mother, where is mother? A completely black tauren leaning onto me and changing bandages and rubbing some strange smelling salva on me. Where am I.. why is he helping me? Why aren't I dead?
"I'll follow you."
Perhaps I'll improve and lenghten this story some day.
