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Skype: pascalvanzijtveld
Steam: Donpasquale
Origin: haha just kidding. Nobody uses origin

I remember it this way. In the morning, when you wake up you feel Awfull. AM=Awfull morning

Name: Zeljka
Class: Shaman
Level: 70 (still in development)


Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:
Hello. my name is Pascal. Some might already know me, but many wil not. I started roleplaying when i was introduced to D&D 7 years ago. I expended my horizon trying many things like LARP etc and decided that it's now time to try WoW RP. so yeah here I am ready for a new challenge and new experiences

I decided to post the background i have created for Zeljka for my introduction.

And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:
Zeljka was born rather peacefully in the year 19, It was only a year later when the third war broke out and she had to be raised by her mother alone. This was until the year 23  when the war and her father returned to the frostwolf clan. Her father was a strong orc and a fearsome hunter. Yet when it came to his child Zeljka also playful. He loved brawling with his daughter and she claimed that one day she would be able to beat him. Though that day never came.

It was when Zeljka was only six springs old when the unthinkable happened. Kogra walked inside the tent where Zeljka was sitting.  her eyes were filled with pain and sadness. Not sure what to expect Zeljka asked “what is it aunt? You look like snowstalker just died” the face of Kogra stiffened “not exactly” as Kogra slowly came closer and sat next to her. “there is no easy way to say this.” Tears started to roll over Kogra’s cheek. This was serious Zeljka realised and soon she was going to know why.”your father, My brother… died this morning. I’m so sorry”. A killing silence filled her tent with terror. The world felt like it was spinning and fear overtook her. No Not now, she thought. She had to be strong, “Where is he?” she asked “outside” Kogra answered defeatedly. Slowly Zeljka stood up and walked to the exit of the tent. Afraid to see the horrors waiting behind the other side of the cloth entrance. She peeked through the small opening she created herself. A crimson trail of red snow was to be seen. As she opened the tent further she saw more orcs standing around a body and there he lay, the body of her now dead father. Screaming in horror and anger she rushed towards the lifeless pile of muscles laying there in the cold snow. How could he leave her? How could he die? Why? Why I ask you spirits, why did you take him from me. Her mother came closer laying a comforting arm around her shoulders as she cried herself to sleep that night.

After the horrific death of her father zeljka didn’t say much. The sadness and loneliness were hard on her. Luckily her aunt Kogra helped her a lot. It was like she had 2 mothers. She learned the way of the shamanism where Kogra was her new role model. Every day she would have a new questions about the spirits and also if she had seen father in her visions.

When Zeljka turned 11. the horrors of the cataclysm startled the spirits. It was then when Zeljka had her first contact with the spirits. It was one of the great ancestors of the Frostwolf clan. She wasn’t sure if he was making fun of her wanted to actually help her but there was a warning. A warning about the danger of the world destruction coming near. As she ran to the shamans to tell them it seemed like the shaman knew exactly who she had talked to. “ow little girl don’t you worry he is sometimes making things worse than they are” she didn’t like to be called little girl ,but yeah she was only 11 years old, and tried not to show her anger on her face. The shaman laughed but the days that followed were not in peace as the shamans did look disturbed. It was not until long that the shaman that called her “little girl” invited her to be trained by the shamans. Now she could learn even more than Kogra had already taught her.

At the age of 16 and a half Kogra returned to the clan. She missed her since she had been away for longer than a year. She brought stories of a tribe with fearsome warriors and a tribe called the Red Blade. She wanted to join Kogra on the way back but her mother wouldn’t let her not until she had her Om’riggor and reached the status of an adult.

That day followed a few months later but that is another story to tell.