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Hi!

I added a few elements of his own story, sorry for the size of it..

Hope this will help, thanks for the feedback and quick response 

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Name: Mokròsh Grimfury

Class: Warrior

Age:  28

Roleplaying Experience:

I first encountered Roleplay at the beginning of Mop, I did not understand how thing were going but some people helped me and I’ve always loved the lore so it became easier for me.

Since then I’ve been practicing and adding trp. As I come from a French server, i’m currently a bit new to this server but I’m trying to improve my English and quickness to react IC.

IC Introduction:

Grimfury is his name.

His legacy is a Clan and a lust for blood.

His parents were both Blackrock, one of the most dominant and fierce clan back then. The second war was ending with a disaster for the orcs, severely beaten they were thrown into several internment camps.

Mokrosh came to life at this time, his mother slowly died from weakness and lack of food over the years while his father was still fighting somewhere alongside others.

He and a bunch of orcs were mistreated by humans who gave them the least food or just beating one of them as an example.
He survived all this but both hatred and anger was growing as he patiently waited for payback to come.

The first rumors came inside from listening to humans, a few camps were freed by an orc named Thrall and a few hundreds were by his side.

A night came and the orcs prepared for weeks started a fire while their brothers were breaking into the camp, the young one was cornered by a human, the guard was mocking him and calling insulting his own race.

After years of enslavement, he lost himself for the first time as a frenzy bloodlust seized him, he took a sharp piece of glass and rushed toward him before slicing his body and throat repeatedly.

For the first time of his life he discovered true freedom, but he was too young to wield a weapon or fight like a warrior, the exodus started for him alongside thousands of orcs to the shores of Kalimdor.

A new city was build in the desert, there he became the apprentice of a skilled blacksmith.
He took his training with obedience but as the years were passing he started to be more impatient and eager to prove himself as a fighter.The smith would then strike him at the back of his neck before saying: “Not yet, focus on your work”.

The day finally came as he turned 20, he and a few others were called upon passing their Om’riggor.

With no armor only a roughly made spear and alone in the desert he was. His target was a vicious black and yellow scorpid not an easy task. He gave all he had against the beast and finally slayed while being injured.

He decided to join the ranks of grunts and began to train under the sun of Durotar, two years passed as the journey to Outland was over, an opportunity came from him as Hellscream the young was leading the Horde Vanguard to Northrend.

He joined the campaign and fought in the freezing cold against spiders, ghouls and other servants of the scourge.
One day came as he got badly wounded and returned to Orgrimmar to rest after a year of constant fighting. During this period Orgrimmar was suffering from a heatwave and food was hard to get.

As he recovered Hellscream was appointed as Warchief, he and other veterans of the campaign in Northrend were gathered to join the open war against the Alliance...
He then was send to fight against the night elves in Aschenvale to provide raw materials such as wood and eradicate the elf’s presence.

The campaign started with success for the Horde forces but then the full might of the sentinels came and drove them away from the West. As months were passing only a few pockets of resistance were resisting.
Grimfury was once again wounded in battle and retreated with his battalion to Mor’shan remparts.

After the campaign he decided to leave the regular forces for a while and began to forge weapons and armors for the war effort, while the conflict was brought to Pandaria he started to witness more division in the Horde.

The escalation between the Darkspear and the Kor’krons was turning into a conflict and Grimfury refused to take his weapons against orcs or taurens. The rebels just left him behind while the Siege took place, a few weeks passed and he decided to walk in the city.
He will never forget the sight of hundred orcs and others butchered while the Alliance stepped into the city.

Vol’jin became Warchief and he left to Razor hill returning to his forge...

Since then rumors of an orcish tribe have reached his ears, many orcs from different clans have joined them. Maybe all is not lost for himself and his people.
He is leaving the forge, carries his armor and he's looking for those called Orcs of the Red Blade.