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Red Blade Records / Barbaryk Barefang
November 03, 2019, 02:17:41 PM
Name: Barbaryk Barefang
Alias: Ryk
Rank: New Blood
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Mag'har
Clan: Laughing Skull
Class: Predator (Shaman with a bow)
Alignment: Chaotic good
Family: Ghatotkach Grimsong(father, deceased), Ahila Poisontongue(Mother) Vinayak( ghost guardian)
Known Friends:
Known Enemies:
Appearance:
Body covered with ritual markings with leather armor adorned with different skulls and spikes(hidden daggers). Wears a Laughing skull helmet. Apart from his eyes, everything else looks like an average orc. Despite being a Laughing skull, he has almost zero wound or cut mark. Most of the time he carries a weird looking carapace-bow. Weird that nobody ever remembered him without his mask.
Personality:
Hard to tell because although he appears as quirky and somewhat idiot, something in his voice hints otherwise. He is quick to change sides when things are rough and has no shame to be called traitor or something else because he knows at the end of the day survival matters the most. He does not like to stay in the Power circle but prefers to be the shadow of the center.
History:
Things you may know about this character:
He is from Laughing Skull clan.
He is good with ranged weapons, but also carries daggers if needed.
He has great interest in engineering and geology.
He has a contract with Brightpurse Incorporated as explorer and tracker. The company helped his family to build a beast farm where he tames and trains animals for himself and customers who likes to have pets without the hassle of taming or training. He also takes bounty offers except those involve slaves or children. He also sponsors a portion of his income to the orphanage of Orgrimmar.
Things you may not know about this character:
Memorable Quotes:
"In the end, it is survival that matters"
Alias: Ryk
Rank: New Blood
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Mag'har
Clan: Laughing Skull
Class: Predator (Shaman with a bow)
Alignment: Chaotic good
Family: Ghatotkach Grimsong(father, deceased), Ahila Poisontongue(Mother) Vinayak( ghost guardian)
Known Friends:
Known Enemies:
Appearance:
Body covered with ritual markings with leather armor adorned with different skulls and spikes(hidden daggers). Wears a Laughing skull helmet. Apart from his eyes, everything else looks like an average orc. Despite being a Laughing skull, he has almost zero wound or cut mark. Most of the time he carries a weird looking carapace-bow. Weird that nobody ever remembered him without his mask.
Personality:
Hard to tell because although he appears as quirky and somewhat idiot, something in his voice hints otherwise. He is quick to change sides when things are rough and has no shame to be called traitor or something else because he knows at the end of the day survival matters the most. He does not like to stay in the Power circle but prefers to be the shadow of the center.
History:
Spoiler: show
Things you may know about this character:
He is from Laughing Skull clan.
He is good with ranged weapons, but also carries daggers if needed.
He has great interest in engineering and geology.
He has a contract with Brightpurse Incorporated as explorer and tracker. The company helped his family to build a beast farm where he tames and trains animals for himself and customers who likes to have pets without the hassle of taming or training. He also takes bounty offers except those involve slaves or children. He also sponsors a portion of his income to the orphanage of Orgrimmar.
Things you may not know about this character:
Spoiler: show
Memorable Quotes:
"In the end, it is survival that matters"
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Applications / Re: The Dreadwolf Warband Roster
October 06, 2018, 09:09:48 PM
Name: Barbaryk Barefang
Clan: Laughing skull
Age: 25
Profession: Predator/Hunter
Warband role: Shock trooper
Bio: Born in Broken Horn village, Barbaryk is the second son of Ghata Grimsong and Ahila Poisontongue who met during the war against Iron horde, fell in love and became lifelong mates. He is commonly called as Ryk the grinner for is unusual grin.
On his omriggor, he fought and killed a giant wasp in the deep jungle of everbloom to prove his worth. It is said he ripped it apart with nothing but his teeth; which earned him the title "Barefang".
He was sent to study with the Draenei. He learned the language and history of them pretty quickly, even learned a few tricks and spells too. This came in handy during the war against the primals and ogres.
But soon the friends became foes and he joined the warband to fend of the fanatics. He acted as a Shock trooper for his unique choice of mount and fast moving companions; he rode a giant ravager which can both fly and run effectively. He also tamed a number of fast flying venomous bugs and serpents to use in battle. From his ancestors' long battle against the Botani, he also knows few tricks to sustain himself where there is no food or hunt readily available.
He does not care much about who the opponent is; the thing that bothers him is why is there an opponent to begin with.
Clan: Laughing skull
Age: 25
Profession: Predator/Hunter
Warband role: Shock trooper
Bio: Born in Broken Horn village, Barbaryk is the second son of Ghata Grimsong and Ahila Poisontongue who met during the war against Iron horde, fell in love and became lifelong mates. He is commonly called as Ryk the grinner for is unusual grin.
On his omriggor, he fought and killed a giant wasp in the deep jungle of everbloom to prove his worth. It is said he ripped it apart with nothing but his teeth; which earned him the title "Barefang".
He was sent to study with the Draenei. He learned the language and history of them pretty quickly, even learned a few tricks and spells too. This came in handy during the war against the primals and ogres.
But soon the friends became foes and he joined the warband to fend of the fanatics. He acted as a Shock trooper for his unique choice of mount and fast moving companions; he rode a giant ravager which can both fly and run effectively. He also tamed a number of fast flying venomous bugs and serpents to use in battle. From his ancestors' long battle against the Botani, he also knows few tricks to sustain himself where there is no food or hunt readily available.
He does not care much about who the opponent is; the thing that bothers him is why is there an opponent to begin with.
#4
Applications / Re: Application : Barbaryk Barefang
September 15, 2018, 05:56:38 AM
I am waiting for you all to return to durotar as ICly Barbaryk can't go too far from Orgrimmar at present. And this time I shall try to finish the trials to collect all marks. Tbh, ICly my orc is looking for Red Blades all over Orgrimmar.
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Applications / Application : Barbaryk Barefang
September 14, 2018, 06:28:37 PM
Name: Barbaryk Barefang
Level: 120
Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:
This is me, Prachanda. I loved the experience here but as I don't like playing a melee I decided to return to my hunter root so that I can play more whenever I can get the chance. My RP experience is not much but I love to read stories and try to live in them.
And finally, please write a short story and/or (IC) introduction about your character:
Barbaryk Barefang, son of Ghata Grimsong and Ahila Poisontongue. The pair fought against the Iron Horde where they fell in love and became mates. Ryk is their second son. On his Omriggor, he fought and killed a giant wasp. It is said he ripped it apart with nothing but his teeth; which earned him the title "Barefang". His partners in crime are his pet 'Hook', a giant wasp( offspring of the one he killed in omriggor) and a giant ravager 'Grins'. He used to lead a band of shock troopers, 'The Ravager-riders'. His unit acted as both scouts and assassins against the Lightbounds and other dangers to the Mag'har.
During the battle of Beastwatch, he made an unusual ally, a greenskinned warrior. During the evacuation, the warrior decided to stay behind with Grommash and asked him to find his comrades and tell them what he did there. Ryk decided to take the Warrior's place here who gave his life to save him and his family. He found that the warrior was from a nomadic group called 'The Red Blade'. Now he is searching for them around Orgrimmar.
Level: 120
Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:
This is me, Prachanda. I loved the experience here but as I don't like playing a melee I decided to return to my hunter root so that I can play more whenever I can get the chance. My RP experience is not much but I love to read stories and try to live in them.
And finally, please write a short story and/or (IC) introduction about your character:
Barbaryk Barefang, son of Ghata Grimsong and Ahila Poisontongue. The pair fought against the Iron Horde where they fell in love and became mates. Ryk is their second son. On his Omriggor, he fought and killed a giant wasp. It is said he ripped it apart with nothing but his teeth; which earned him the title "Barefang". His partners in crime are his pet 'Hook', a giant wasp( offspring of the one he killed in omriggor) and a giant ravager 'Grins'. He used to lead a band of shock troopers, 'The Ravager-riders'. His unit acted as both scouts and assassins against the Lightbounds and other dangers to the Mag'har.
During the battle of Beastwatch, he made an unusual ally, a greenskinned warrior. During the evacuation, the warrior decided to stay behind with Grommash and asked him to find his comrades and tell them what he did there. Ryk decided to take the Warrior's place here who gave his life to save him and his family. He found that the warrior was from a nomadic group called 'The Red Blade'. Now he is searching for them around Orgrimmar.
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The Campfire / SOMEWHERE OUT THERE
August 05, 2018, 05:58:46 AM
He opened his eyes. His head was aching like hell. It was a small hut; probably at Crossroads or Razor Hill, he could not recognize. What am i doing here? What time is it? Heck I can't even tell which day it is, He murmured.
"Hmm, finally you woke up. And here I was thinking how am I going to dig such a big hole, drag your body and bury you."
He sneers. He knew him. Of all the healers in the world, why him? why this guy?
"How long have I been here?" he asked.
" First you should say Thank you." the priest grinned. But without lips, only his teeth shined like a set of knives.
His eyes flashed in rage for a moment. But finally he murmured "Thank you whatever"
"That's good enough. See you may be the most uncivilized even among the orcs, but here we try to be polite and respect courtesies." The priest sat on the chair beside his bed. " You have been unconscious for 2 weeks. You had multiple wounds, on head, shoulder, chest, legs. But the best thing was those dangling intestines. It was a miracle that your flappy lion brought you back in one piece."
"Grimwing! how is he?"
"Relax, that thing is fine. I had to rent a whole stable to keep that wyvern calm. Brightpurse will charge a large sum for that though. but you did bring the goods. So nothing to worry."
He can remember everything now. This wretched priest, Necrostrider, may be the worst even among the forsakens, but he definitely is a good healer. He was on a mission to bring something from Desolace.
"Ambereye basilisk tongues, wings of Carrion horror, beaks of Dread ripper, Thunder lizard hide. Damn, no wonder you returned as a meatbag. Ears of a Centaur! who buys all these? This may be where you got shredded."
" Nine pairs of centaur ears. Took a whole week to track and get those." He drinks the potion handed to him.
" Had I not stapled my jaws last week, they would drop on the floor now. Nine centaurs!"
" Where are my goods?"
" Well they are taken care of. Your contact came here earlier, paid in full. Even left some incentives for you." He pointed towards the big bags at the corner. "He could not wait for you to wake up. There is a war going on."
"War? what war? "
"Oh, our so great Queen Banshee, (hope she dies soon)
Burned down the World tree."
"Why do you think I am here taking care of you, leaving all the profit up there?"
Prachanda sighs. He knew Necrostrider. He is special, one of the few who can ignore her calling. But he is a survivor, he knows when to speak and when to obey. It is the same voice that troubles him helped Necrostrider keeping control over her grasp on him. If he is here instead of profiting from the war, then it must be bad. But he needs to go, he swore to follow his clan not long ago and they must be fighting in the war.
" Hey where do you think you are going?" The priest stopped him.
" Do not interfere puss-bag! I have my duties."
"DO NOT TEST ME." Prachanda felt his blood getting cold. The Priest got up straight, his eyes got purple, dark fumes coming from his mouth, his whole body got enveloped in a weird purple haze. "YOU WILL GO WHEN I SAY SO."
He sat down.
" You will join your clan soon. But you are no good to them like this. I had to perform fifteen surgeries on you. You must recover first. Also, 'HE' has some other task for you to do. Now drink this and have some rest." The priest left the hut.
Prachanda lies on the bed. It has been a long time since he left to work. Who knows when he can return. And who is this 'HE'? What tasks? Why him?
"Bah. I can't think that much." He closed his eyes.
[Sorry I can't come to RP for a long time due to IRL reasons. So I tried to write something to avoid the boot. My English is not good so please bear with me. Thanks
]
"Hmm, finally you woke up. And here I was thinking how am I going to dig such a big hole, drag your body and bury you."
He sneers. He knew him. Of all the healers in the world, why him? why this guy?
"How long have I been here?" he asked.
" First you should say Thank you." the priest grinned. But without lips, only his teeth shined like a set of knives.
His eyes flashed in rage for a moment. But finally he murmured "Thank you whatever"
"That's good enough. See you may be the most uncivilized even among the orcs, but here we try to be polite and respect courtesies." The priest sat on the chair beside his bed. " You have been unconscious for 2 weeks. You had multiple wounds, on head, shoulder, chest, legs. But the best thing was those dangling intestines. It was a miracle that your flappy lion brought you back in one piece."
"Grimwing! how is he?"
"Relax, that thing is fine. I had to rent a whole stable to keep that wyvern calm. Brightpurse will charge a large sum for that though. but you did bring the goods. So nothing to worry."
He can remember everything now. This wretched priest, Necrostrider, may be the worst even among the forsakens, but he definitely is a good healer. He was on a mission to bring something from Desolace.
"Ambereye basilisk tongues, wings of Carrion horror, beaks of Dread ripper, Thunder lizard hide. Damn, no wonder you returned as a meatbag. Ears of a Centaur! who buys all these? This may be where you got shredded."
" Nine pairs of centaur ears. Took a whole week to track and get those." He drinks the potion handed to him.
" Had I not stapled my jaws last week, they would drop on the floor now. Nine centaurs!"
" Where are my goods?"
" Well they are taken care of. Your contact came here earlier, paid in full. Even left some incentives for you." He pointed towards the big bags at the corner. "He could not wait for you to wake up. There is a war going on."
"War? what war? "
"Oh, our so great Queen Banshee, (hope she dies soon)
Burned down the World tree."
"Why do you think I am here taking care of you, leaving all the profit up there?"
Prachanda sighs. He knew Necrostrider. He is special, one of the few who can ignore her calling. But he is a survivor, he knows when to speak and when to obey. It is the same voice that troubles him helped Necrostrider keeping control over her grasp on him. If he is here instead of profiting from the war, then it must be bad. But he needs to go, he swore to follow his clan not long ago and they must be fighting in the war.
" Hey where do you think you are going?" The priest stopped him.
" Do not interfere puss-bag! I have my duties."
"DO NOT TEST ME." Prachanda felt his blood getting cold. The Priest got up straight, his eyes got purple, dark fumes coming from his mouth, his whole body got enveloped in a weird purple haze. "YOU WILL GO WHEN I SAY SO."
He sat down.
" You will join your clan soon. But you are no good to them like this. I had to perform fifteen surgeries on you. You must recover first. Also, 'HE' has some other task for you to do. Now drink this and have some rest." The priest left the hut.
Prachanda lies on the bed. It has been a long time since he left to work. Who knows when he can return. And who is this 'HE'? What tasks? Why him?
"Bah. I can't think that much." He closed his eyes.
[Sorry I can't come to RP for a long time due to IRL reasons. So I tried to write something to avoid the boot. My English is not good so please bear with me. Thanks
]
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The Campfire / The Betrayer
March 23, 2018, 04:39:28 PM
"Get up clanless!" The orc was going to kick him, but stopped midway...it is better not to engage with that lunatic.
He woke up nonetheless, it has been days he is suffering from all that buzzing and nightmares. The days are also not good either. Tension looming in the hot air of Orgrimmar with the rumor of a rebellion. The Warchief and his underlings all are in the drag, preparing for something. It is these wretched Dark Shamans that are ruling the surface. No, he does not like them at all, shamans should be honorable, but these! they brag about honor, but cower behind their element prisoners. He spits on the ground, " What is it now?"
"The Prisoners; it is time clanless" The Kor'kron sneers.
" You know someday I might pull that tongue of yours out all the way and wipe my boots with it...how will your clan save you then?"
"What!!!" rage flared in his eyes...
" Leave him, he is nothing but a clanless lunatic" a voice came from behind..."After today, we all will be the true horde"
Shamans...he murmurs in disgust..for last few days he is not in his best mood...the voice, its keeping him up all night..."Kill them, kill him" it says all day long...but kill who? it does not answer.
" It is time Scarskull" Shaman grins, " The Warcheif wants to execute the prisoners and throw their bodies on the streets to make an....example."
"Example?"
" The Darkspear filth are coming to fight us, along with all those cowards and honorless bastards. We need to show them what the TRUE HORDE is, we need to make their worst nightmare true."
"KILL THEM, KILL HIM"....the voice started again.
He looked at the prisoners. Most of them are just kids and old people; families of the envoys and traders, every non orc that could not leave the city in time. There are some dangerous one too, like that hunter sitting at the back.
"They are not fighters, and even if they are I don't have enough time to fight them all one by one."
"To hell with your special code of execution!..this is Warchief's order" The Shaman growled.
"KILL HIM KILL THEM"....ahh that voice again.
The Warhorn howled....They are at the gate...The Iron Juggernaut is engaged...screamed the lookout...
"there is no time...finish them"
"KILL THEM KILL THEM KILL THEM"....he screamed as his head was going to burst...."Kill who?"
"The enemy of Orgrimmar"....finally the voice answered....
Suddenly the Shaman found he can see his body moving ahead...no no it was his head...severed and flung at the same time...
"CLANLESS!!!!" the guards roared..." we will shred you into pieces BETRAYER!"
He just grinned...murmured.."Kill the enemy of Orgrimmar"
The gate was breached...they found an orc, knee deep in blood and entrails, hiding and huffing at a corner, holding a tongue in his hand.
He woke up nonetheless, it has been days he is suffering from all that buzzing and nightmares. The days are also not good either. Tension looming in the hot air of Orgrimmar with the rumor of a rebellion. The Warchief and his underlings all are in the drag, preparing for something. It is these wretched Dark Shamans that are ruling the surface. No, he does not like them at all, shamans should be honorable, but these! they brag about honor, but cower behind their element prisoners. He spits on the ground, " What is it now?"
"The Prisoners; it is time clanless" The Kor'kron sneers.
" You know someday I might pull that tongue of yours out all the way and wipe my boots with it...how will your clan save you then?"
"What!!!" rage flared in his eyes...
" Leave him, he is nothing but a clanless lunatic" a voice came from behind..."After today, we all will be the true horde"
Shamans...he murmurs in disgust..for last few days he is not in his best mood...the voice, its keeping him up all night..."Kill them, kill him" it says all day long...but kill who? it does not answer.
" It is time Scarskull" Shaman grins, " The Warcheif wants to execute the prisoners and throw their bodies on the streets to make an....example."
"Example?"
" The Darkspear filth are coming to fight us, along with all those cowards and honorless bastards. We need to show them what the TRUE HORDE is, we need to make their worst nightmare true."
"KILL THEM, KILL HIM"....the voice started again.
He looked at the prisoners. Most of them are just kids and old people; families of the envoys and traders, every non orc that could not leave the city in time. There are some dangerous one too, like that hunter sitting at the back.
"They are not fighters, and even if they are I don't have enough time to fight them all one by one."
"To hell with your special code of execution!..this is Warchief's order" The Shaman growled.
"KILL HIM KILL THEM"....ahh that voice again.
The Warhorn howled....They are at the gate...The Iron Juggernaut is engaged...screamed the lookout...
"there is no time...finish them"
"KILL THEM KILL THEM KILL THEM"....he screamed as his head was going to burst...."Kill who?"
"The enemy of Orgrimmar"....finally the voice answered....
Suddenly the Shaman found he can see his body moving ahead...no no it was his head...severed and flung at the same time...
"CLANLESS!!!!" the guards roared..." we will shred you into pieces BETRAYER!"
He just grinned...murmured.."Kill the enemy of Orgrimmar"
The gate was breached...they found an orc, knee deep in blood and entrails, hiding and huffing at a corner, holding a tongue in his hand.
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Applications / Re: Application
January 27, 2018, 09:35:17 AM
What time is generally suitable to approach?
#11
Applications / Application
January 26, 2018, 01:05:34 PM
Name: Prachanda Scarskull
Level: 36 nad slowly growing
Tell us something about your (role)playing experience: Casual player and roleplayer because of paucity of gameplay time; have some experience in Moonguard as a Draenei but not much as an orc or Horde; basically like to read stories of others and interaction
And finally, please write a short story and/or (IC) introduction about your character:
Adoring a butterfly while knee deep in blood..that's how they describe Prachanda, the lunatic. It is unclear who he really was or which clan he belonged; may be a clanless orc or someone born in human slave camps. But one thing is clear, never to cross his path. Because unlike others, this one can chop a hand or two while grinning without any provocation. This made him an worthy executioner of Kor'kron. But during rebellion he killed his own compatriots and joined the rebels. Later he was spared but decommissioned due to insanity. Currently he is working as a mercenary but his unpredictable actions are still causing troubles.
There is a voice in his head that tries to anchor his sanity to a purpose. It is now asking him, forcing him to seek acceptance and guidance from the 'Honored and Experienced'. So he is here, with humble(as far as he can manage) offering of his service.
(The story exceeds his present level but I am trying my best to level him up. Sorry for my inefficiency, English is not my native language.
Level: 36 nad slowly growing
Tell us something about your (role)playing experience: Casual player and roleplayer because of paucity of gameplay time; have some experience in Moonguard as a Draenei but not much as an orc or Horde; basically like to read stories of others and interaction
And finally, please write a short story and/or (IC) introduction about your character:
Adoring a butterfly while knee deep in blood..that's how they describe Prachanda, the lunatic. It is unclear who he really was or which clan he belonged; may be a clanless orc or someone born in human slave camps. But one thing is clear, never to cross his path. Because unlike others, this one can chop a hand or two while grinning without any provocation. This made him an worthy executioner of Kor'kron. But during rebellion he killed his own compatriots and joined the rebels. Later he was spared but decommissioned due to insanity. Currently he is working as a mercenary but his unpredictable actions are still causing troubles.
There is a voice in his head that tries to anchor his sanity to a purpose. It is now asking him, forcing him to seek acceptance and guidance from the 'Honored and Experienced'. So he is here, with humble(as far as he can manage) offering of his service.
(The story exceeds his present level but I am trying my best to level him up. Sorry for my inefficiency, English is not my native language.
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