Gor'Thrak Frosthowl

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Character name: Gor'Thrak Frosthowl (Gorthrak)
Alias: Bloodaxe
Gender: Male
Age: 50+
Race: Orc
Class: Death Knight and Berserker

Birth region: Draenor
Specific area/town: On the move
Family: Bleeding Hollow Clan. Specific family members unknown to others.
Known friends or enemies: Warsong Clan (Friendly), specific persons unknown to others. Steamwheedle Cartel (Hated).

Description: Gor'Thrak is a broad and muscular Orc, standing two meters and twenty centimeters tall with a straight back.
There are many scars all over his body, some small some big, making it obvious that he has seen many a war.
His voice is deep, cold and usually quite angry.
Frost, ice and frostsmoke is normally covering his armor.


Personality: Honour and pride is held dear by him, and are what he care for the most. Those he deem dishonourable, cowardly or something along those lines are usually looked down upon by him.
He views his undeath as a curse and only restrains himself from commiting suicide out of pride. Having grown up in the middle of the Orcish race's most violent years the things that he know usually have something to do with warfare. He's easily angered and holds little tolerance towards things that he don't like unless his orders deny him from doing anything, being quick to draw his blade. Lately he has however become more calm and calculating.

History:
Young Days

In a Bleeding Hollow Clan caravan headed towards the great mountain of spirits in Nagrand roughly fifty five years ago Drygor Steelsong and Glorona Flameheart's first born son came to life.
They had stopped by the road so that he could be brought to life with more ease. The sun was shining bright down upon the still lush land of Draenor and the sky was clear, although the winds were silent and the heat high enough to steak an egg on the rocks. With a proud grin on his face Drygor lifted up the child, only to recieve a punch (If it could be called that) to the nose by the small one. The others around him laughed heartily as he looked perplexed at the tiny Orc who seemed quite content with himself, giggling.

As the first couple of years passed the little Orc under the name Gor'Thrak grew to become a little troublemaker, even for his young age. He could usually be found waving his little wooden axe around, which he had recieved from his father, trying to hit most that got close. The a bit older girls also seemed quite fond of him, constantly pulling him around to play games and sometimes even dress him up. Most of his toys seemed to get broken quite shortly after he recieved them though.
Now he also had a younger brother who was roughly two years younger than him, who went by the name Vralg. Vralg often got pulled around by Gor'Thrak even if he couldn't walk properly yet, and then Gor'Thrak would hand him his tiny wooden axe and point at something or someone. It didn't take the victims long to figure out who it was that always put him up to it though, and therefore Gor'Thrak often got scolded although he just responded to that with a simple 'hmph'.

Three years later, when Gor'Thrak was at an age of five and his little brother at an age of three, the Clan was called to attend a meeting between all the Orcish Clans. He understood little of this, but followed happily along with his father and the others. A while after they arrived he trotted along with the rest of the Bleeding Hollow Clan Orcs to a strange, green looking fountain. He could see the big, old man Kilrogg drink from it, and after a while he got to drink as well, a moment of joy for the small Orc. They even got to drink before most of the other Clans! As the others roared and cheered he as well started to jump and cheer before a strange feeling swept over him and anger rose inside.


The Corrupted Years

For the following years the Orcish race rained destruction down upon the Draenei, leaving nothing but ruins in their waste. But not only the Draenei had suffered losses, for so had the Orcs. Over and over again the young Gor'Thrak tried to convince his father to let him come along onto the battlefield, but the answer was always no. "There shall come a time when you can take up the axe and fight for the glory of your people, but that time is not now. You are still much too young."

As time passed and more battles were fought more and more fell to the tides of war, and as a result his anger and hate towards the Draenic race constantly rose. He spent more time with his axe now than ever before, always training and leaving less time over for his friends and family. Often he got into fights with the other Orcs as he was quick to react harshly at anything remotely offensive. When his father could find time for it he helped him train with sessions that lasted from dawn until sunset, only ever taking breaks to set up new dummies that were to be broken.

One day he awoke to the drums of war, and got up in a rush to grab his axe and get out of the tent that he had been resting in. As he looked around he saw tents burning, blood colouring the ground red and corpses piling up. A group of Draenei had prepared a counter attack to give their families and friends some cover to escape from their village which was under siege by a part of the Bleeding Hollow Clan. The ten years old Orc charged out and in a frenzied rage leapt onto the first Draenei that he saw, crashing into his chest with force so that he fell and became vulnerable to the axe which was soon enough tearing him up, causing blood and gore to sprout everywhere. After having killed the Draenei and mutilated the corpse some more his eyes shot about, looking for a new opponent. But in the distance he could see his mother standing alone against seven Draenei led by a Vindicator. In fear of his mother's life he began charging towards them, but got knocked to the ground by his father. "I'll help your mother, go and get your brother!"

He found his younger brother cornered by a large Draenei, and in a rush of anger he sprinted forth to aid him. Many blows were exchanged and the three fought for a good while. Being older and more developed the Draenei held a clear advantage, and several times knocked either of the young Orcs down, but by covering up for eachother and working together they managed to kill the fierce Draenei. A slash to break the Draenei's foot and an axe to the forehead to settle it all.

The battle was calming and the Draenei slain, but many had died, both young and old. The two brothers made their way through the camp, but on their way there they saw two faces in the pile of corpses, just where he had left them. Their parents were dead.

Invasion coming soon

Things you may know about this character: Something more common to know about him is that he was in the Orcs of the Red Blade until he had finished all the tasks needed for his oath, for then to leave with the reasoning being that he had realised a Death Knight like him could never truly belong in a Tribe again (As well as some disagreements he had to their rules). For a long time he went around raiding Alliance encampments and soldiers along with his fallen and raised brethren and sisters from the Bleeding Hollow Clan that had served under him in life as well, in total a group consisting of 50 Death Knights at its' peak. They went out of their way to fight to their fullest and took up great challenges in order to meet opponents capable of ending their lives in an honourable way.

After a long time Gor'Thrak was the only one still standing, and so he sought out the Shatterskull Marauders to join their ranks. He swore an oath to them and fought alongside them, hoping to bring down as much Alliance filth as he possibly could before eventually dying to the sword one beautiful day. After a few months he gained the rank of Stormseer in the Hammer regiment.
He also won the Marauders' championship, and thus earned the title of Champion as well as the right to carry the warband's banner into battle. To this day he's still undefeated, but due to leaving the Marauders he no longer carries their banner or title.
In the start of the rebellion against Garrosh & the Kor'kron he won a tournament, earning the right to carry the banner and the title of "Champion of the Horde". However, as he secretly was disgusted by the majority of the northern rebellion he turned it down, letting the one that came on second place carry it instead, seeming amused when the one that came second in fact accepted it, while he himself viewed doing so as dishonourable and cowardly.

As Grim returned from Alliance captivity and rioted due to the rebellion's treaty with the Alliance Gor'Thrak joined his Warcaller, choosing to aid him rather than to retain his rank within a group that he was disgusted by. They broke free from the Northern Rebellion and formed the Blood Wolf Clan together with others of similar opinion. They've been steadily growing, gaining numbers, power and influence while putting sticks into the Alliance's wheels. Gor'Thrak is currently second in command to Grim, being the High Warlord of the Clan and the leader of tactics.

Recently the Blood Wolves found their Warlord encased in an unbreakable block of ice with numerous Kor'kron corpses around, and he is believed to be dead.

Things you may not know about this character:
He has studied Blood, Unholy/necrotic and Frost magic as well as the more common and pure arcane more extensively so that he may channel them without his runeblade, should it be needed. His reasoning is that he'd be too vulnerable without his runeblade if he didn't.
While in Human captivity he was forced into slaying his own kin in gladiatorial battles in the arena. One of his opponents was his own brother who ended up dead after their battle.
Possible crime record: Butchering a group of Goblin tradesmen from the Steamwheedle Cartel, due to an attempted swindle.

Updated with background story and general information.