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Thank you for reading Rhonya.

The idea of the visual representation is mostly an opportunity for me to sport some more unusual armor in-game, and I tried to be clever about it, but mostly failed if this story didn't make it clear  that's not an issue though.
As for joining the tribe, it is something I intended to play out in character rather than putting up an explanation here on the forum.

Hunting the twilight cult is a story long put to rest, it was supposed to have happened back in cataclysm, hence why I pointed out Deathwing in the story, also a time when the Twilight Cult was very active.

In essence, I suppose you could call this short story a chapter on how he got his scars, and it might be a little glorified/bloated, which wasn't my intention, but thanks for accepting my application!

[Name:]

Name: Uruk Flareflesh
Class: Hunter
Level: 97


Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:
Not much, been back and forth with roleplaying and I've found it hard to find a suitable guild, mainly because they die out, but this guild is ancient so I'm putting my hopes on this one

And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:
Where there is blood, there is fury -
Uruk looked into the depths of Blackrock Mountain as he contemplated whether he had gone mad or not.
His lover was now lost in the lava below, but he desperately wanted to save her still.


It was as if a whisper encouraged him to jump in, she could still be retrieved!

Moments before the mad dragon had flown by, on its way towards badlands and a presence of utter madness tailed him like a vapor trail in the air all around the land.

Why was Uruk even in these lands? Travelling through the Searing Gorge, a mission... yes! A mission, the blackrock remnants, but no.
What did all of that have to do with his current situation? he looked on his charred hands and felt the whisper digging into his mind like a knife, and a shroud of sanity seemingly came over him, but it was too late.
He tipped over the edge and plunged into the lava depths of blackrock mountain.

As he fell he saw a great wind elemental 'reaching' out for him, and it was as if the elementals them self had come to his rescue, but they could only do so much.

Fortunate enough to recieve a soft landing, an isle of rock emerged from the lava, and scorched his back and hands.
The pain was excruciating, the heat, blistering, but there was nothing he could do, but hope that the elementals could save him.

In spite of the air elemental softening the blow, his bones were shattered from the landing, but they managed to save him.
As his last sight blackened, he saw a friendly face, his shaman friend had saved him.

When he woke up he heard the rustling of chains and looked down only to be greeted by what appeared as a body in the lab of some crazed scourge scientist, but no, it was an improvised clinic.

His friend looked at him and revealed what happened as he worked his elemental powers into the core of Uruk's body.
"You followed a twilight cultist in the mountain, it would seem they had you enthralled with their dark magic"
He wriggled around a bit, unable to speak, the chain was wrapped tightly around his arm, and had some leftover to be adjusted.
To his horror the chains had been burned into his very skin.

The shaman stopped and looked at him before he continued to explain the situation

"Those are for your well being. The fiery depths of blackrock nearly consumed you, and a catalyst of elemental powers were about to undo your mortal being, perhaps as a subconscious fit of rage in desperation. The chains will contain the elemental affinity seared into your bones, I'll advise you to never consider removing them for good, it could cause whatever you unleashed back then to destroy you for good.

I knew something was wrong when you began speaking of your deceased lover as someone you wanted to go see, and I followed you, trying to convince you. I should have kept following you, so it would seem, but we must honor what we have left, and not what we can't retrieve, friend. Hopefully you are aware that your lover remains dead?"

Uruk felt a rage within boiling and his chains began crackling with electricity before he would pass out again from the pain.

Many days went by before Uruk would recover from the dark magic that had controlled him not to mention the heavy operation he had gone through.
In his first waking moment he approached the shaman outside, and his allies along with the shaman stopped chattering, as they looked upon Uruk.

"Have you recovered, friend?"

Uruk clenched his fist and asked with gritted teeth
"Where are the remaining twilight cultists?"
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Sorry for the super long story bit, but I felt inclined to present my idea of why my orc is represented visually the way he is, since it most likely won't be something he'll want to chat about, much... This seemed like a good opportunity to catch up before questions ooc'ly might arise from his rather strange appearance. I hope it won't cause too much controversey.
I also want to stress that I have no 'powerplay' or 'godmod' involved for my plans with this character, he's very average in strength.

I hope you at least enjoyed reading, and thanks for considering my application