The Orcs of the Bloodfury

Kil'Gora Darkhowl
Warmistress of the Bloodfury Clan
Daughter of Dreadscar, Of the Warsong Clan

Daughter of a fierce warrior and a peaceful shaman, Kil'gora is a friendly, strong-minded, proud orc. She stands by her beliefs strongly, though, as Warmistress, she will sometimes act with diplomacy. To her friends, she is warm-hearted and kind; to her foes, she is ruthless and wicked. Though prejudiced, she sometimes lets people prove themselves in honor and strength, as it is her code. In battle, she is swift and deadly, stealthy, though prone to orcish battlecries. In spite of the warbound lifestyle she carries, she delights on the simpler pleasures in life and makes it a point not to forget what she fights for. She's an avid engineer, putting her wits to battle as much as her strength.

Kil'gora's particular features include her bright blue eyes, black fangs and teeth, and her bluish-black hair, cut short and falling lightly over her right eye. Her pointy ears are fully pierced, wearing gleaming gold earrings on each. Beneath the leather bindings and armor, her body stands out in voluptuous curves; an ample chest, wide hips, with toned muscles on her arms, abs and thighs. She will often wear the tabard of the Bloodfury Clan, deep red from spilling and wiping of blood.

Hanabii Xiti of the Warsong Clan

Hanabii is a young, strong orc with deep sea blue eyes. Her muscles are tight and corded and, to a normal hand, would feel steel-hard and heavier than normal muscle.
Hanabii has many scars over her body, and most prevalent on her forearms.
When Hanabii is in her Bloodrage, her eyes become a deep glowing red, like the orcs of the First War.
Despite her bloodraging nature, Hanabii carries herself with a Clan-like nobility and has a look of deep honor in her eyes.

Hanabii is brutish and thuggish in nature. Her temper isn't hard to spark and she keeps things simple when she can.
Hanabii holds to a strong and unyielding code of honor that she will never allow herself to break.
Hanabii is also a total Orc in her mannerism.
Hanabii is strong willed, brash and often comes off quite offensive, even if she doesn't mean to be.
Hanabii also takes things in life in a strangely mellow way, often seen as taking important things lightly, even though she does not.
Hanabii is a single-minded Orc, always focusing on one goal at a time, seeking total and absolute closure on what she is focusing on.
Her will is all but indomitable. She can be tortured and not be scarred. Direct harm to Hanabii never would harm her nor would something like getting raped break her. After all, they could have taken her life or worse.
She sees her warrior life in an almost calculated way, seeing herself as having given up her right to innocence from her first killing blow.

Shariof Bloodfang

Shariof has red hair and eyes. He has his elf name burned onto his right arm. He values all races of the Horde, and even though he is an orc, he values peace among all orcs rather than blind hate to the different clans/people. He is a calm, respecting orc, but will pick up his axe to any of his enemies at any given time. He carries a torch and an axe enchanted by frost to represent balance.

Mo'grish Rothur

He is an elderly-looking shaman, despite his black hair and beard. His skin is the average green of all Orcs. He is built like most Orcs, with his muscles quite defined. He is a friendly Orc, and always happy to help.

Torgal

A former grunt of the Warsong Clan, under Grom Hellscream during the 3rd War, Torgal served under Thrall's new Horde after his Chieftain's death. It was not until he met Gortak and Thorrok did he join Bloodfury Clan. Torgal has spent years at the forge and is a Master Axesmith.

Torgal is an orc supremist and, although loyal to his clan and Warmistress, looks down upon all other races as inferior beings. He is a furious berserker who frequently loses his self-control and goes into a maddening rage. His attacks are an offensive onslaught, in which he feels no pity or remorse and cannot be stopped unless killed. He brings with him a cleaving whirlwind of blood and rage.

Torgal is slightly bigger and thicker than other orcs, making him quite noticeable at the front lines, where he uses his titan-like strength to recklessly wield two massive axes. His face, arms, body covered with countless scars. His hair in a ponytail and his beard neatly kept in a thick braid, both the dark red color of blood. He normally has a look of disgust and fury on his face, always while wearing his battle armor and axes.

Juminar

Juminar's earliest memories were of his shamanistic mother and warlock father teaching him to read at an early age and teaching him about the links that all orcs share with wolves and the wilderness.

His learning process was cut short when a plague shipment hit his village and the Scourge took most of his village, including his parents. In the midst of the outbreak, he watched as his father and mother were struck down by the Scarlet Crusade battalion that rode in throug the town.

Escaping to the wilds, Juminar remembered his connection to the wolves and made his home among a pack in the woods. Following them and mimicing them for survival, he learned much and, as he grew, he was able to provide much meat for the pack.

Finally the day came for him to take his place among the orcs and with his friend Humpalot the wolf (whom had to leave before the alpha male killed for his indiscretions among the females), he made his way to town and saw the Bloodfury Clan and a place he might call home.

Juminar is of average height and weight for an orc, though his left arm is burned from the fires that took his village.

He has an intense hatred for all things not orc. But oddly, also doesn't feel at home among the orcs as he had to raise himself among the wilds. His social skills lacking, he tries to compesate with generosity and sharing.

((You dont have any pics of me by now? XD ))



Kilgora's reply: You haven't sent me any profiles Get to work!

Wor'thak Bloodfist


A simple, small clanned orc on a mission to seek inner strength to defeat the scourge as vengence of his father's MIA. He hails from Ashenvale. Aqenta, a lone druid watches over him, although she is outcasted from the Bloodfury, making Wor'thak seem weak on his own feet. She has kept a promise with his father to watch over him and will not break the strong trust between him and her.

Wor'thak has joined the Bloodfury to strengthen his skills in the beast lore and mastery.


A secret of his is the small trinket he keeps hidden away, passed down from his father when he went to Northrend. Nobody knows of what the trinket is, or looks like. Wor'thak keeps it in spite of the cruelty his father raised him under.

Dethich Scythegore

Plagued by his own insatiable ambition for power, Dethich had long since cast aside his beliefs in the spirits, and devout loyalty to the horde. His lone travels took him through every land of Azeroth, and even the shattered realm of Draenor. Where he befriended an Elf Paladin named Ergheiz, a Troll Priest known simply as Tabbu, and a heartless rogue who claimed to be called Blight. After witnessing the fall Illidan, he believed he found the power he long sought, Dethich grew idle, insistent on waging war with alliance to further his own needs.

Then the Plague struck, contaminated crates and undead crawling through every capital city. There was not a place that was safe from the vicious Scourge. And in the battles that ensued, his allies were swept up by the hordes of the undead. Taken to the fearfully whispered, Northrend. It seemed the power he had attained was nothing. With vengeance fueling his fury, he set off for the frozen north, riding on the first warship to burst onto its shores. The same Warsong Offensive led by Garrosh Hellscream.

Once the battles died down, and the Hold was created, Dethich began his search for his lost allies, but not before the fateful meeting with his master, Arioch Felfury, a hulking, former Chaos Orc. From him he learned what the Lich king has been doing to his captives, converting them into scourge. Dethich was taught of the rising power of the Fel, and the strengths of the scourge. And the lesson he took to heart, in order to defeat an enemy, you must used the very weapons that the opposition overwhelms you with. Arioch also spoke of his son, who long since sheltered himself in the Bloodfury Clan. Before Arioch disappeared into Icecrown Glacier he said, "If you truely seek power, find my son, find Bloodfury. You will understand."

He did not heed his masters final words however, instead he rushed back to the outlands to seek the power of the Fel, the ones untouched by the scourge. Driven again by a lust for power Dethich began to test various Fel elixers, tainting his blood with the accursed again. All for naught, the power was temporary, and far too addicting to continue with. With broken spirits, he traveled to Garadar, to learn from his ancestors, and perhaps become reaquainted with his forgotten heritage.

Before making it to Garadar, Dethich came across a squad of Bloodfury, led by their Warmistress. He remembered his masters words and sought audience with their leader Kilgora. She accepted, and after timely discussion he was accepted into the Bloodfury Clan. Perhaps he can understand what power truely is.
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Character Bio

He has a very darkened expression on his face at all times, not of anger, nor of sadness. But rather as if he is in deep thought. His right fang has the tip broken, and he has a myriad of scars across his body, from the countless battles he has fought. A fan of undead hairstyles, his is wildly spiked.

Dethich Scythegore cares little for factions, and races. He only distinguishes who fought with him, and who fights against him. As a warrior, he is unloyal to the blade, using a weapon only long enough to find a suitable replacement. A habit shunned by many warriors across the lands. Furthermore, as a consequence of dabbling with Fel Elixers, he has fused his Fury with the Fel, and now when in a Felrage he is far too brutal, sparing near to nothing in battle, he's slain innocents as a result, and it continues to haunt him.

To curb his Felrage, Dethich has attempted to become indifferent to the events surrounding him. Also a heavy drinker and foe to the Steamwheedle Cartel. He still has a minor addiction to Fel Elixers, though he wills himself away from it.

Race - Orc
Name - Drekzar Bloodrage
Eyes - Blue
Hair - Blue-ish black
Skin - orc green



Bio:

Drekzar Bloodrage Taught in the way's of combat Dogrim Blood rage. Being young for his age Drekzar shown signs of being Blood crazed Orc showing signs of anger and furry on the practice dummy's not to mention the other orphans he challanged. Drekzar is a Proud Orc yet shows the upmost Respect for those who he feels are better then him, which is few and far between, Not one for many words he choose's to do most his talking with his axe and fighting skills then with simple diplomacy his way of looking at it is "If you don't have anyone to argue against you then your always right" and he sticks to that very well. He is not above making a fire and enjoying a well cooked meal for he trains constantly and knows he must keep his strength up so that he can continue to train. Drekzar's Blue eyes compliment his mo-hawk like hair and his rough stubbly beard. being of average size for a Orc he can pretty much blend in to a crowd for he is still young to most Orcs eyes being only the age of 23.

Clazul.

Physical Characteristics:

Black hair, in both a beard, and behind his head.
Brown eyes.
He is also rarely seen without his shoulder armor, or his might axe.

Clazul was found alone, in the Orcish town of Razor Hill. He has no knowledge of his parents, and was adopted by an elder Shaman.

Clazul took his fosters father's clan, The Frostwolf. He counts himself among them now. Refusing to take a last name, until he finds his lost family, Clazul has become a shaman, hoping that their ways may give him the answers, and a purpose that he has long looked for.

Clazul join the Bloodfury because he needed a purpose in life, something that will be left behind once he passes on.

He believes war with the Alliance is pointless, and grew disgusted with the Horde after he fought at Ahn'Qiraj, where more allies were killed then Scarabs. He has not fought against the Alliance since, and will not do such without just reason.

(( I'll need someone else to be awesome and take a screenshot, as I can't atm ))

Lugburtz, son of Treng, who was son of Kazra Skullsplitter
Future Champion of the Bloodfury Clan

I am He who watches They. I am the fist of retribution, that which does quell the recalcitrant. Dare you defy the Warmistress? Dare you face my merciless Judgment?

I am Horde. I am Bloodfury.

I was born to Treng, Blood Guard of the Warsong Outriders; and he was born to Kazra the Skullsplitter. Kazra's pentient for splitting skulls was known far and wide, and when Fizwhizzle became endebted to my great father, he made an axe worth its weight in gold. The axe was passed down from generation to generation. Now, I wield it. Woe to the enemies of the Bloodfury, for I will not rest. I'll drink your blood! Your skull will crumble beneath the Skullsplitter's weight.

Gol'Kosh!

Her name is Leppender Matrogain Esgeron. Until she was five she lived quite happily with her parents, and her twin brother Chander in a house south of Crossroads. One night a group of Human Warlocks burned down her home, killed her parents, and brought both her and Chander back to their coven within Stormwind. They told them that they needed specimens to test new spells on. For the next ten years she endured their torments silently, watching and learning the ways of the Warlock.
Finally her brother grew tired of their entrapment, and attempted to escape. Though she tried to defend him, he was killed, and she had exposed her own abilities to her captors. Enraged, the Humans transformed her into a Troll, and converted her powers into those of a priest. Three years later she used her holy powers to escape them without coming to harm.
She made her way to Orgrimaar, and after many months of grueling treatments the Warlocks in The Cleft Of Shadow managed to revert her to her true form, and class.
Though she escaped the Humans she was unable to kill any of them, and a burning desire for revenge burns deep within her soul. She lives only to become powerful enough to march back into Stormwind, and take revenge against the ones who stole her family and youth from her.

She can be quite brazen and arrogant toward those who are of an equal or lower skill level to her, but shows reverence toward those who are stronger than her, or in command of her. She is completely fearless, to the point of being reckless. Despite all she has been through, she carries a very pure heart, and a strong sense of honor. She faces each challenge with determination, and refuses to give up, even if the odds are against her. Though she loves her abilities for how powerful she can become, she hates being a Warlock, because she will always associate her skills with those who imprisoned her.

Caedence Thundercleave

Born into a life of a peon, Caedence grew up uneducated and without discipline. She began her warlock training much later in life than the norm. She spent two years learning the arts from her grandfather up until his demise. After the death of her grandfather she made the decision to leave home and continue her training. In her travels she met a young, but powerful warlock named Tits’ukra, who brought her into the Bloodfury Clan to oversee the rest of her training.

Caedence never stopped resenting her family for their lowly status, or her mother for naming her after a word in Common. In her travels she has grown arrogant of her abilities, and is eager to obtain more power. She has no qualms about using others to accomplish her goals.

Her body is lean, and muscled, and her hands are calloused from years of hard labor as a peon. Beneath her cowl she has a sharp, angular face and bright, violet eyes. She wears long, brown hair in a braid.

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Tentan was born to Lurtz and Gwah Swiftfury. He grew up in a primative but peaceful village in the southern end of Durotar. Early in life he showed little skill with bow and arrow thus he was looked down upon by the rest of his mainly hunter tribe who prided themselves on hunting their own food from the abundant wild life. While hunting one day he met a young troll rogue whom he befriended and who taught him the art of hiding in the shadows and using sneak attacks. Thus he became a reknowned hunter within his tribe and found favor with the Chieftans daughter whom he married. His father was called to the war in the Outlands. When the Warchiefs men came looking for Tentan to recruit him he hid out of fear. The Chief shamed him for not doing his orcish duty but agreed at his daughters request not to turn him in. Not a month later Tentan received word that his fathers squad had been wiped out by a Felreaver. It was then that Tentan felt the Orcish rage and hate building inside of him. Had it not been for his then pregnant wife he would have left to seek revenge. A couple months later his wife bore him twin children.. a boy and a girl which he name Groush and Mischa. It was during this time that there was a shortage of game and the village was suffering. Tentan left at the request of the chief to find more game and bring hom food for his starving village. Upon return he found his village in flames and Scourge every where. Hiding in the shadows and rushing to his hut he found nothing but a burned down building.. .and the skeletons of two grown up and one child orc. His attention was suddenly drawn to the crying of his baby son who was being carried away by a ghoul. At this Tentan was overcome with a rage and charged blindly ahead to try to save his son but was knocked out when a burning building fell on top of him. He awoke to find his village nothing more than smoldering ashes and the scourge gone with his son. It was then that he set off to avenge the death of his wife and daughter.. and to try to find his son. After many months of wandering alone he was introduced to the Warmistress of Bloof Fury Clan. After listening to his story, he was offered a chance to join and be part of a new family. Being intrigued by the beauty of the Warmistress, whose compassion reminded him of his wife's when she was alive, he eargly agreed.

Tentan has grayish blue eyes, dark blue hair and the stubble of a goatie. Having grown up in a primative village he is not the brightest bulb in the bunch and is often confused and irritated with "big words" as he doesn't understand them. He has little patience for elves because of this. He still remembers his rogue Troll friend and as such has a fondness for trolls. Although he has little skill with ranged weapons, Tentan considers himself a hunter and will happily prove his skill at killing beasts using his cunning and agility. He prefers a pair of daggers to a sword and delights in hiding in the shadows to patiently wait for his prey to walk by before springing on them and gutting them before they realize who or what's atatcking them. He is most often found looking out to the ocean as if searching for something he lost.