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Name: Morgkha.
Alias: None, occasionally called 'Morg'.
Rank: Gosh'kar.
Age: An adult, likely in her early 30s.
Gender: Female.
Race: Mag'har Orc.
Clan: Shadowmoon.
Alignment: Lawful neutral, probably.
Family: Her parents live in Garadar. Most of her other family either died from the Red Pox, invading Azeroth, or in an interment camp.
Known friends: Some members of the Red Blade.
Known enemies: Remarkably, none.
Appearance:Morgkha is a relatively young Shadowmoon Orc. Her face is unmarred by fel, battle, and age, with typical Orcish features best described as pleasant. Thick lips, a flat nose, and tusks somewhat thicker than average, alongside expressive amber eyes on her rich, brown skin. Her hair is a mixture of black to rival the night sky, alongside white and grey.
Despite this, she bears all the trappings of a much older woman, and one could easily be forgiven for assuming the Seer is approaching her twilight years. Her body is laden with the distinctive scars from the Red Pox that swept through Nagrand, with the sickness having evidently enacted a dire toll; she's frail, walking with the energy of a much older woman, and often depends on the aid of a staff, or her wolf companion, Karanash.
Her left leg is much thinner than her right, ending with a club foot - meaning she tends to hobble about the place. The natural scars from the red pox are mixed with ones of her own making; razor-thin etchings into her skin that map out a starry sky across her spindly limbs, and jutting ribcage.
Personality:Calm, peaceful, and seemingly slow to anger, Morgkha embodies many of the traits the pre-corruption Shadowmoon were known for. She has a knack for storytelling, and seemingly a great love of it - recounting many adventures and tales of valour from the starry skies. Both earnest and honest, Morgkha tries to be a good friend, and give advice to anyone who needs it, though it's not always the best, owing to her inexperience. She doesn't seem particularly bothered about her crippled body, at least outwardly.
History:Very little, her life has been exceedingly uneventful. She was raised in Garadar, where contracted the Red Pox at an early age - the disease left a great mark on her, stunting her development, leading her to become a sickly, frail child. She was largely tasked with becoming a seer, or weaver from her parents, and she came to be relatively proficient in both. She travelled to Orgrimmar shortly after the expedition to Outland closed, and lived there until the Siege of Orgrimmar, where she fled the violence - albeit not the tyrannical regime of Hellscream. She returned to Orgrimmar, until she eventually left to join the Red Blades following the Siege of Dazar'alor.