Sadok Sharptongue

Character name: Sadok Sharptongue
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Race: Orc
Class: Mage

Birth region: Lordaeron
Specific area/town: Lordamere Internment Camp, Alterac Mountains.
Family: Wrakks (father), Iswer (mother), Vashnarz (mate), Igurg (daughter).
Known friends or enemies: Friends: Red Blade tribe, Horde Arcane Conclave, Arcane Enclave of Orgrimmar; Enemies: Drustai, the Strongbrews, Delidah Fizzlecrack.

Description:
Sadok is an orc of rigid, formal posture. His pockmarked face, punctuated by a patchy unkempt beard, bears a hostile stare and menacing snarl. His voice, raspy and firm, speaks in a peculiar heavily-stilted fashion. Sharptongue's teal robes, lined with dull pelts, are reinforced with metal plating, particularly on his bracers and pauldrons. Three large ochre fangs adorn his belt; he wields a serrated spellblade and an ornamental scepter.

Personality:
Sadok exudes an abrasive obnoxiousness, drowning out conversation with cringeworthy puns, salacious double entendres and banal, esoteric observations. When under perceived threat, he often turns hostile, quick to insult and tease whilst narcissistically proclaiming himself ‘an honest orc’, superior in both intellect and morality to all others. This harsh obloquy often mellows whenever in the company of senior figures within the tribe, replaced with coy sycophancy.

Those that have come to know the mage on more than a superficial basis might find that his vain ego-driven solipsism is partly a disguise for his own neurotic self-doubts - one might posit that he has adopted a superiority complex to hide his inferiority complex.

History:
Born in Lordamere Internment Camp, a young Sadok saw the lethargy take hold on the adults in the camp, including his father. Stories of past glories stirred his imagination, but they were impossible to reconcile with the withered warriors telling them, long ago defeated in body and mind.

When the camp was sacked by the New Horde several years later, Sadok experienced freedom for the first time. In time, the orc would accompany the Horde across the sea, but his scrawniness and impatience would see him consigned to menial work, assisting grunts in the Founding of Durotar. Around the campfire one night in Durotar, he would become captivated by a story of the mystical 'shaman', long-lost spiritualists whose power derived not from physical strength but through strength of will. Eventually tracking down one of these reclusive figures, he was deemed unworthy to train as shaman due to his impatience and burgeoning delusions of grandeur.

With the path of shaman closed to him, and deeply frustrated with his former duties, the petulant orc chose to barter passage back across the Great Sea. Returning to the ruins of Lordamere Internment Camp, the only true home he had known, he felt a lack of belonging or of purpose - until he was dazzled by a spectacular sight. The blazing beacon of Dalaran's protective dome was impregnable to him, but he felt compelled to find answers as to what it was - first to the Frostwolf, who knew little; and finally to the Forsaken, newly-allied to the Horde.

Finding a Forsaken mage, the orc begged for understanding. This supplication amused the undead, who ran experiments as to whether a 'crude beast' like an orc could be capable of harnessing the eldritch arts. In time, Sadok was begrudgingly permitted amongst the acrid fumes and dizzying scents of the Magic Quarter - he was ignored by many of the Forsaken, but he craved not social attention but the knowledge within the arcane texts. In time, he had learned to read these tomes; many months later he would begin to apply their techniques.

After five years within the Magic Quarter's libraries, Sadok had become an arcanist of limited talent but grand ambition; dressing in shadow-weave robes and peppering his speech with nonsensical vernacular found within some of the texts he had read, he was indeed somewhat changed. He would return to Kalimdor after hearing news of the Arcane Enclave's foundation within the Cleft of Shadow - continuing his studies there, he would begin to immerse himself amongst his people once more.

Repulsed by the seedy Orgrimmar taverns, brothels and gambling-houses, the initial thrill of rejoining his people was short-lived. The ambitious orc's mind turned to the political, as he sought to extend his influence and carve a legacy for himself. In time, he sought out the Red Blade tribe, a small but well-regarded pack. His ambitions were thwarted time and time again by his own breaches of decorum and by his morose mentor.

In time, his priorities began to change, however. He made steadfast friends, brothers and sisters amongst this tribe - orcs that would die for him without hesitation. He slowly began to view the tribe's continued strength as an extension of his own self-interest. In turn, this new perspective rewarded him with advancement within the tribe, as he was called forward to take his Oath of Blood, perform the rites of Gosh'kar, and in time become Thur'ruk of the tribe.

With personal ambition supplanted by a ruthless desire to benefit his tribe no matter the cost, Sadok is both the same and much-changed.

Things you may know about this character: Sadok is a scheming politician who chairs the Horde Arcane Conclave and occupies a prominent position in the Red Blade tribe as its most senior spiritualist, despite what some would view as a lack of aptitude for either role. He is a rigid supporter of Garrosh Hellscream and of weaponising the arcane, but will often resort to traditional methods before employing magic.

Things you may not know about this character: Sadok writes poetry that varies between old moral fables and insufferably angsty self-exploration. He has been taken captive on every single continent of Azeroth and has had to be rescued far too many times.

Other information: Red Blade Wiki entry: http://www.orcsoftheredblade.co.uk/wiki/index.php?title=Sadok_Sharptongue

Sadok wrote:He has been taken captive on every single continent of Azeroth and has had to be rescued far too many times.

I lol'ed.