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Heya Skargur! Welcome back.
Seeing you've already been accepted into the tribe once, you didn't actually need to make a new application, but thank you for doing so anyway!
It looks good to me, a nice background story and a good insight on Gor's personality.

So, without further delay, just poke one of our officers or senior members (the ranks being the Grosh'kar, Nag'ogar and Gul'thauk) ingame for an IC interview.

You know what to do!
~Rhonya

Gonna be honest....

I like making Applications. They make characters feel Official 

Name: Gorakkar
Class: Shaman
Level: 90 ( And Rising )


Tell us something about your (role)playing experience: DnD for about 5 years, NWN RP brought me into the Video Game Roleplaying experience that then moved onto WoW. RPed on AD and DB over the years on a few different characters, none of them really amounted to anything, Then I joined the Orcs of the Red Blade on Skargur( or Skarnok), I met a great guild with outstanding roleplayers, though I never could quite get my character to click, And that's why I am here, a new server for new beginnings!


And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:

If Gorakkar, or Gor to the few friends he had, could be described by a single word it would be quite clear: Thunderous.

Born to the Warsong Clan, it is no surprise that his Attitude is one of Howling determination and crackling anger though unlike his kin he bears a distinct wanderlust unlike the more down to Warsong, it is no surprise then that the flighty elements of Air and Storm would take to him at even a young age, raised among the fugative Warsong as they escaped interment at the hands of the Lordaeron Alliance, He was quick and Deft growing trong and cunning. His coming of age was one of survival and hope as the fledgling Horde harkened back to it's roots as shamanism replaced the Warlocks as the spiritual path of the Orcs.

Gorakkar has no real formal Shamanistic training, and little knowledge of the lore of Orcish past, He learned of the elements, and stayed enough to harness his link with them before he set off alongside his Warsong brothers to Ashenvale eager to fight new foes and explore new lands.

Life in the Horde has offered these both to Gorakkar, with no shortages of conflicts and fronts for him to wander, his feet have never grown still for long before the winds beckon him on the road of a traveler, Until Draenor...

Gorakkar was part of the reserve forces that pushed through Draenor after portals collapse, tenative ways of travel between the two alternative threads proves difficult, and when a few sable portals were able, Gor saw himself as one of the first to trek out into this hostile barbaric world.

As he stepped onto Draenor, the felt the song of the Furies buffet him. These were not the ancient and wizened spirits of Azeroth, these elements were untamed, unmatched in raw power, They were the Fury of Draenor in voice. These furies had a strong pull for Gorakkar, Whose own untamed spirit yearned for such primeval freedom the Furies could obtain. However, The Furies of Draenor cried out in suffering, for the Elements of the world were in turmoil. Feeling their agony, Gorakkar traveled instictively to Oshu'gen where he stood alongside elemental and mortal allies in stopping the rogue Warsong Clan of Draenor from calling upon Dark Shamanism through the Void. This new feeling of purpose, of direction, was alien but not unpleasant to Gor. He sat among the stones at the Throne of Elements with a question for the wind. What should he do now?

The Winds whispered to him back, speaking of a Tribe of Orcs. Ones who have traveled much like Gor, ones who are held in esteem by the Elements. The Winds told him of the Red Blades and once again the winds were at Gorakkar's back., but this time, he knew of where he was to travel.

Here is the Third and Final revision of my character. A little silly I know, but I have been majorly busy with real life work and I have had only now the small break I need to write up and develop the character as I see fit.

OOC Infomation
Level: 90
Class: Death Knight
Profs: Mining and Engineering

IC infomation.

Skargur glared down at the wasteland below him, the remains of the Scarlet Enclave jutting out from the tortured landscape like the bones of monolithic beasts. His eyes blazed with soulfire as he remembered how they fought with a frenzy born of fanaticism and fear and a cruel grin broke free from his cold demenour. He remembered being one of the Death Knights to Charge into their ranks, smashing side Knight and Peasent alike to put them all to the sword. His face returned to a scowl yet again, he remembers all the stupid death caused, despite the glory of the battle, it was in the name of a foul Tyrant and a murderer of honest folk.

He turned again to walk through the halls of Acherus, around him arranged was the former might of the Tyrant, fellow death knights wandered, patroled and talked amongst themselves. This was their hold, wrested from the grip of the Lich King himself. He swelled with pride as he was also part of such a glorious battle.

Skargur sat down and looked on, the thoughts of battle and glory etched into his mind from past and preasent, pushing into the future. Sparks of fire and light burst into his memory once more as he thought of his past life.

A fresh faced runt in the internment camps, knowing little of his Clan of Dragonmaw, as they had escaped without him to the south. He was part of the exodus led by Thrall and the battle against the burning Legion, cutting his teeth on Pigmen, Night elf and Demon alike. He stood among the new buildings of Ogrimmar, part of the generation to found the new Horde, a Horde of Freedom and nobility, to him, it filled his heart with the promise of honor and glory to his ancestors.

Skargur walked through the black, cold halls to a shuffling undead creature before him, wresting the reigns of a skeletal flying beast, he took off over the blighted landscape, heading east as his memories flew with him.

A seasoned warrior now, he had fought on the frontiers of the Horde, he battled the Quilbor, the harpy and the Centaur to ensure the Horde was safe, to ensure it was strong. He was there as a bulwark against the vile silithid and their insectoid masters, in the thick of the battle as part of the Might of Kalimdor. He stood against the first scourge invasion, toppling the invasion crytsals and forcing the dread Lich Kel'thuzad back into his Necropolis of Naxxramus.

The bone beast landed with a light thud in the forsaken capital of the Undercity, another former stronghold of the scourge standing as a testament to the fallen grasp of the Lich King.

A Veteran of  many battles he was, when the Dark portal to Outland opened, and a combatant he was then, forcing the hatred enslavers back into the void of their spawning. He was a soldier of the new Horde, striding across the ruins of the old, through hellfire to Shadowmoon, he was a Blade of Thrall, a Paragon of the Savage honor he wished to uphold.

Striding through the Undercity, he kept his sight on his goal, turning aside his gaze to see the occasional Kor'Kron Overseer. These were not Thrall's men any longer. Cruel and spite motions they had, with cruel thoughts behind them. They had no honor he thought.

When the Scouge came again, He thought he was ready. A Warrior of total skill and strength, he charged headlong with the vigor and pride he had before and he smashed the invaders like he did so much before. But he was overwhelmed, not by blade or claw, but blight and plague, and he fell choking with not an ounce of regret, he had fought with honor and strength, and he would be imbraced by his ancestors.

He wasn't. He was ripped back into the cold, dead world, a killing machine of unholy power and raw muscle.

Skargur strode to the zeppelin tower, his grim resolve staring over the craft as he boarded. He had once been a noble Orc warrior, but was made into a killing machine. He knew now, with the Lich king Dead, another notch in his axe in the campaigns he waged. He was ready. He was to return to the Horde proper, to be the Noble Orc he once was, or try to be. He knew the place to start, a tribe whos name was uttered throughout Northrend that echoed with Honor and spirituality.

The Red Blade Tribe. If there was a place he could learn to be a true Orc once more, it was there.

Hello again Skargur! It's no problem whatsoever that you felt discontent with your character, so a retry is quite acceptable! Once again, the application looks excellent I'd say, so feel free to once again poke a Red Blade out there!

As another hilarious twist that I think is pulling the leg, the rogue I was planning to transfer over from my old account to here has sadly been hijacked by my girlfriend.

Instead, I shall be making Skargur a Death Knight, who luckily is already on the server, primed and ready to roll, I'll be creating a new backstory ( and probably retconning ever being in the red blades for however briefly. ) to fit into the Death Knight theme.

I shall use this thread to repost it so it can fit into the realms of what you wish for as a application.

And I apologise for basically vanishing on you when all seemed fine, I have been having a crazy real life, and only now have I sorted it out enough to allow me time to start back into WoW.

Details of your Orc character:
Name: Skargur
Class: Rogue ( yes they pop up alot is seems! )
Level: 56

Hello again Orcs of the Red Blade, This seems like a rather strange thing, a reapplication from someone who barely played and was in the guild for none other than around 2 weeks and did almost nothing, but I shall explain my confusing actions.

When I made Skargur, I had a sort of stint, I had a background, I had a plan with him, but when I actually made him and got him into the guild, I fell flat. I didn't know what to do with him, I was spinning my wheels at how I should act or how I should react. I felt stupid. So I Gquit with him, As I felt it was a waste of time and effort on everyones behalf. But then, especially as I had alot of writing work to do at the time. But then I had a second wind as it could be called. I had an idea around Skargur and how I could play him as a character, it suddenly all fit into place apart from one thing, I racechanged Skargur the warrior into a character I currently play as a main, and this made me think, How could I build the Skargur character I wanted into another class, and then it hit me, a Rogue! Rogues are not just Ninjas I thought, and wearing leather with two axes seems right up Skargur's alley. So I set off to retry and make a character that I enjoyed making the premise of, but disliked my execution.

http://orcsoftheredblade.com/forum/index.php?topic=3090.0

Here is a current link to my old Application. Just for clarities sake.

And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:

Skargur Spat blood as he fell back onto his haunches, his battered and broken Axe fell to the ground alongside him, Blade seperating from shaft. His armor was torn, rent and useless. he was nothing, he tried making his way to join the Red Blades, to seek out his own glory in the world, but he grew homestick, he cursed the thoughts, of his Clan.

he felt like he needed to prove himself to be a Dragonmaw, but when he returned, the people laughed at him and struck him, calling him weak and soft brained. They laughed at his respect of his clan, and those resounding laughters shattered it.

He tried facing down one of the Better Dragon Riders, Korag the Breaker. He tried fighting him in the ring of honor, to honorable combat. But the bastard cheated, a poisoned Axe blade, a hidden dagger, and foul magics no doubt. That is how his armor was broken, how his Axe was sundered. he spat more blood, this was going to hurt.

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Skargur blinked, focusing his anger through the pain, through the haze, he looked over the approaching Orc, his black Axe held high.

Enough of this, Skargur thought. If he fights dirty, then so shall I, throwing a clump of dirt from the ground into Korag's face. Standing up, he shed the shell of his broken armor and grasped his Axes broken head in his hand, he was gonna gut this fool. Moving swiftly forward he made a feint to the right, causing Korag to shift his defences, giving Skargur just the opening he needed, making quick slash, he cut a rent across the side of Korag's face, gouging one eye while cutting open his cheek.

A Quick Spin on his heels saw Skargur move behind his lumbering brute of a Adversary, where he proceeded to bury the chipped Axehead into the back of his neck. Korag let out a howl and then gurgled his last breaths, falling to the ground dead.

The ringside onlookers snarled with such a sight, and chased Skargur all across the Highlands, till he slipped through the portal that carried him here and filtered away into the crowds of Ogrimmar.

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He got himself a minor victory, but he had nowhere to go, the streets would soon ring with the tail of a bloody Dragonmaw murderer and the Kor'Kron would surely dislike any dissenter among the crowds. he needed to slip away.

The best bet he had was the Red Blades, so he stole a wolf from a nearby Stables and bade himself off, though now he felt like some glorious hero against the unfair regime, he had a lot of talking to do, and returning to the Red Blades with a tail between his legs is not his ideal position.