For Rend Fate (RP intro)

I posted the following on my Guild's website, but I think I'd make one here too.

Name: Orkwar

Race: Orc

Clan: Warsong

Class: Warrior

Professions: Mining/ Skinning

Current Home: His Armor.

Age: 26 years

Brief Physical Description: Armor is always immaculate. It is not unused, as it is worn but it is pristine condition from care. He has many scars and red eyes. It is his Armor that is his real appearance.

Brief Personality Description: Loud and brash, sometimes bordering on rude. This is not from his lack of caring but more from his single-mindedness. When he makes a vow or is determined, he won't be stopped and it is just better, generally, to let the snake bite him or the fire burn him for him to figure out. He can be playful - kinda like a gorilla with an expensive china doll playful - so be mindful.

Goals and motivation: Instinctively, and because of his upbringing, Orkwar knows about fighting and that's it. He does not care of the why. If someone says they are his friend, they are. If he is told by someone he trusts that there is an enemy, there is. Deep down, however, there is a thirst for knowledge at wanting to know MORE about the WHYS of things and not just follow blindly. Since his journey to Outland, Orkwar has begun broadening his mind as well by joining with the Aldor because their cause felt right.

Are you passionate about the war?: Orkwar views his life through war. Each time he survives, he grows. If he is defeated, he learns and comes back for the next round. He is on one side, his friends with him and the opponents are everyone else. He will lead the charge and direct blunt force trauma where needed.

-On the Alliance: He understands the need for "peaceful negotiation." For him, it can mean talking to an understandable conclusion or using blunt instruments instead of pointy ones. However, being of the Warsong clan, he harbors ill-will towards Night Elves.

-On the Tauren and Troll: He sees them as brothers. They are his equals.

-On the Forsaken: In the beginning, Orkwar saw them as Scourge. He did not know of the difference until he was told by announcement from Thrall, after which, he viewed them as brothers. He harbors no ill-will towards Forsaken.

-On the Blood Elves: He knows little of them. He understands they are single-minded but that in itself is not bad. He has been to their city. He has seen the Naaru there. He believes Blood Elves to be misguided in their treatment of the Naaru, especially after learning more from the Naaru in Shattrath, A’dal. To Orkwar, Blood Elves are like an especially dangerous and meticulously designed dagger, except that the hilt is a blade as well.

Story: Orkwar has seen 9,500 sunrises. Watching his newest one he smiles inwardly to himself as he stares at the Outland sky.

That number is going to increase much faster with two suns, he thinks to himself.

He gazes across the plains of Hellfire Peninsula and breathes in the air. It smells of brimstone, sulphur, magic and grass. He still has not figured out where the last comes from as there is no grass in Hellfire.

It must blow in from Shattrath though it does not smell of jungle. Soon enough, I’ll see more. Soon enough.

As the first of the sun’s rays (the smaller sun) appear in the sky, Orkwar stands. The plains of Hellfire are alive, as barren as they seem from when he stepped through the Dark Portal.

“The boars must eat fire,” Orkwar chuckles to himself.

He stands atop the Citadel, his shield on his back and his axe at his side. The crushed bodies of the Fel Orcs who guard the entrance to the Ramparts are behind him. Their blood still glows from their partaking of Mannoroth’s venom as it runs down the side of the Citadel walls.

Banee shifts from his cat form and says, “Today will be a good day, Orkwar. A good day. I thank you for your assistance. May the Earthmother guide you.”

“You deserve the thanks, my friend,” Orkwar responds.

“One of these days I’ll discover your penchant for watching sunrises,” Banee says. “Until then, stay safe.”

Orkwar looks at the druid, “Aka’Magosh.”

With that, Banee’s skin distorts again and he becomes a cheetah. He sprints up the walkway, past the stone and towards Thrallmar looking for his next adventure.

Orkwar smiles inwardly. The sun represented the Horde’s rebirth. He did not remember much of the time before coming to Durotar, it was as if a fog was constantly on his memory. But always, through that fog, the strands of sunlight from each sunrise pierced his mind and told him to watch – as if something magical was happening.

He was raised by Orcs, he remembered that. He remembers their viciousness, the wars with the humans, the loss, and the camps. He remembers all of those things but they mean nothing to him. They only gave him scars on his physical body.

He was born anew with the rising of the Horde. Thrall had given them all, Taurens, Trolls, Forsaken and even Blood Elf, something more to fight for. He had given them hope that they could experience another sunrise.