Name: Darmag Bloodeye
Class: Hunter
Level: 97
Tell us something about your (role)playing experience: Been roleplaying for several years now. Even lead my own guild called Hand of Agony. I've been wanting to get into the Orc rp scene for some time now, see what it's like and experience it from the perspective of a guild that seems very much akin to my own tastes.
And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:
The internment camp was quiet, the last few sentries of the night shifts were going by every barracks checking for anything and anyone out of place. Grudkha clutched her child to her breast hiding him from sight. She still couldn't believe she was going to do what she was going to do, but there wasn't any other way to get her revenge on the humans. Grudkha watched the last sentries pass before springing into action. She jolted forward laying her child out onto a stone slab she had prepared for just this purpose. She froze, gazing down at the child. ''You'll be a warrior Darmag, a hunter of man and beast, like your father was.''.
She grimaced, she had not spoken of Gramag in a long time. Not after the felblood had driven them apart. She jerked herself free from her memories and lifted up a shard of glass. ''The blood is the only way.'', she thought, even if the blood the demons was not as strong as it was once, she knew she could make her son strong if she were to only preform the rites she learned among the warlocks of old. The shard cut deep and as crimson droplets gushed from her veins she cupped them in her hands. She hesitated but she knew this was the only way. Grudkha drew patterns of blood on her infant son. Darmag the only thing she had left in this world. He'd be the instrument of her vengeance.
The dark blood magics took hold quickly but what one must always consider is that what can go wrong, will go wrong. It wasn't long before the sentries found Grudkha's ritual, and tore her infant son away from her arms and violently dispensing justice in the only way they knew how to. Her corpse decorated the camp's gates for many days. But while her ritual had never been completed it was clear that it would affect her son forever. Now Darmag ''Bloodeye'' serves the New Horde providing a keen eye to the cause and a steady aim for it's defense.
But he also seeks to unravel personal mysteries. What happened to his mother? who were his parents? and why is one of his eyes permanently bloodshot? These are answers that have sadly eluded him to this day.
Class: Hunter
Level: 97
Tell us something about your (role)playing experience: Been roleplaying for several years now. Even lead my own guild called Hand of Agony. I've been wanting to get into the Orc rp scene for some time now, see what it's like and experience it from the perspective of a guild that seems very much akin to my own tastes.
And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:
The internment camp was quiet, the last few sentries of the night shifts were going by every barracks checking for anything and anyone out of place. Grudkha clutched her child to her breast hiding him from sight. She still couldn't believe she was going to do what she was going to do, but there wasn't any other way to get her revenge on the humans. Grudkha watched the last sentries pass before springing into action. She jolted forward laying her child out onto a stone slab she had prepared for just this purpose. She froze, gazing down at the child. ''You'll be a warrior Darmag, a hunter of man and beast, like your father was.''.
She grimaced, she had not spoken of Gramag in a long time. Not after the felblood had driven them apart. She jerked herself free from her memories and lifted up a shard of glass. ''The blood is the only way.'', she thought, even if the blood the demons was not as strong as it was once, she knew she could make her son strong if she were to only preform the rites she learned among the warlocks of old. The shard cut deep and as crimson droplets gushed from her veins she cupped them in her hands. She hesitated but she knew this was the only way. Grudkha drew patterns of blood on her infant son. Darmag the only thing she had left in this world. He'd be the instrument of her vengeance.
The dark blood magics took hold quickly but what one must always consider is that what can go wrong, will go wrong. It wasn't long before the sentries found Grudkha's ritual, and tore her infant son away from her arms and violently dispensing justice in the only way they knew how to. Her corpse decorated the camp's gates for many days. But while her ritual had never been completed it was clear that it would affect her son forever. Now Darmag ''Bloodeye'' serves the New Horde providing a keen eye to the cause and a steady aim for it's defense.
But he also seeks to unravel personal mysteries. What happened to his mother? who were his parents? and why is one of his eyes permanently bloodshot? These are answers that have sadly eluded him to this day.