Post by Groax on Aug 19, 2009 9:12:41 GMT 1
Woke up today before 6am, thanks to our not-so-lovely-atm cats. So I took a stroll around forums, read through most profiles and decided to write up something meself. I'll update it with some more info (Especially to the BG part) when I have time. Gonna try to dig up some oldie Mistie pics as well...
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Name: Groax. I never managed to come up with a last name for him and by now it doesn't really matter anymore.
Age: 30.
Gender: Male
Relatives: All supposedly dead by now.
Place of Residence: Around Azeroth, mostly Northrend at the moment. Most likely will spend the rest of his life in Mulgore, after getting old enough.
Occupation: Warrior. Somewhat proud to be the seemingly only active one in the tribe these days.
Weapons: As long as they hurt, it's enough. But being both big and sharp is a good extra.
Likes: His fellow tribesmen, naturally, along with few other taurens outside the tribe. I think I can safely add alcohol as well...
Dislikes: Alliance, more or less. From Horde-side, he's not exactly a friend of trolls, but doesn't hate them from the bottom of his heart either.
Physical Features: Massive in size, with dark fur. Nothing really notable in his body when compared to your average tauren, except the horns. His left horn has been broken for as long as he can remember. This is either due to a fight with a fearsome dragon, that lead to the lost of his dear horn and foggy memories of that event. Or because he ended up doing something bit stupid after his first night in a tavern, thus ending up loosing his horn and getting foggy memories. He prefers to tell the first story to any curious people.
Personality: From misbehaving ”youngster” (I blame the fact that I was still taking my steps to become a proper RP'er back then) to the grumpy and silent bull he is today. Some of this might be explained by the fact that a lot of familiars faces have vanished from the tribe by now, that included more than a few close friends of his.
Background: Born somewhere in Barrens, Groax started his journey to become a warrior at very early age. Being a stubborn bull then, he didn't accept much help from others and mostly did the tasks pointed at him alone with more or less luck. This lead to him becoming a not-so-talented warrior, who usually defeated his opponents by being more stubborn than talented.
It took years before he heard about the Mistrunners for the first time. He spend few months to observe how the tribe was like and if it would seem likely for him to get in. Finally deciding to give it a try, Groax approached a shaman from the tribe in Thunder Bluff, Zouwa to be exact, asking about joining. Being lucky, he got the chance to be a guest in their meeting on that same day. From that on, it didn't take too long 'till he became a youngling of the tribe.
Pictures from the journey through life.
The oldest pic I was able to find is this...and before you ask, it was summer and Darkmoon Faire was in Mulgore, so that's why!
Back then, people actually RP'd at Darkmoon Faire. What the hell?
The person that introduced Misties to me. I'm pretty sure that noone remembers him anymore.
Pretending that I'm useful in RFC. I think I used that outfit for a long, long time...
Venturing with Balun. He was probably the closest friend that Groax had in the tribe.
Groax's more OOC than IC nelf friend.
Just showing-off my fashion taste...what the hell was I thinking then...
One of our meetings with elves, this time with Nature's Grasp. Sadly this was also the last one we had.
Finally, two pics of some event we had. Not sure at all what it was about...
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Name: Groax. I never managed to come up with a last name for him and by now it doesn't really matter anymore.
Age: 30.
Gender: Male
Relatives: All supposedly dead by now.
Place of Residence: Around Azeroth, mostly Northrend at the moment. Most likely will spend the rest of his life in Mulgore, after getting old enough.
Occupation: Warrior. Somewhat proud to be the seemingly only active one in the tribe these days.
Weapons: As long as they hurt, it's enough. But being both big and sharp is a good extra.
Likes: His fellow tribesmen, naturally, along with few other taurens outside the tribe. I think I can safely add alcohol as well...
Dislikes: Alliance, more or less. From Horde-side, he's not exactly a friend of trolls, but doesn't hate them from the bottom of his heart either.
Physical Features: Massive in size, with dark fur. Nothing really notable in his body when compared to your average tauren, except the horns. His left horn has been broken for as long as he can remember. This is either due to a fight with a fearsome dragon, that lead to the lost of his dear horn and foggy memories of that event. Or because he ended up doing something bit stupid after his first night in a tavern, thus ending up loosing his horn and getting foggy memories. He prefers to tell the first story to any curious people.
Personality: From misbehaving ”youngster” (I blame the fact that I was still taking my steps to become a proper RP'er back then) to the grumpy and silent bull he is today. Some of this might be explained by the fact that a lot of familiars faces have vanished from the tribe by now, that included more than a few close friends of his.
Background: Born somewhere in Barrens, Groax started his journey to become a warrior at very early age. Being a stubborn bull then, he didn't accept much help from others and mostly did the tasks pointed at him alone with more or less luck. This lead to him becoming a not-so-talented warrior, who usually defeated his opponents by being more stubborn than talented.
It took years before he heard about the Mistrunners for the first time. He spend few months to observe how the tribe was like and if it would seem likely for him to get in. Finally deciding to give it a try, Groax approached a shaman from the tribe in Thunder Bluff, Zouwa to be exact, asking about joining. Being lucky, he got the chance to be a guest in their meeting on that same day. From that on, it didn't take too long 'till he became a youngling of the tribe.
Pictures from the journey through life.
The oldest pic I was able to find is this...and before you ask, it was summer and Darkmoon Faire was in Mulgore, so that's why!
Back then, people actually RP'd at Darkmoon Faire. What the hell?
The person that introduced Misties to me. I'm pretty sure that noone remembers him anymore.
Pretending that I'm useful in RFC. I think I used that outfit for a long, long time...
Venturing with Balun. He was probably the closest friend that Groax had in the tribe.
Groax's more OOC than IC nelf friend.
Just showing-off my fashion taste...what the hell was I thinking then...
One of our meetings with elves, this time with Nature's Grasp. Sadly this was also the last one we had.
Finally, two pics of some event we had. Not sure at all what it was about...