Nerrok

Basic Information

 * subject_name=Nerrok Ironclaw
 * guild=Grey Tiger Tong
 * title=Tiger Master, General
 * nicknames=Papa Nerrok, Boss
 * game_name=Nerrok
 * class=Hunter
 * race=Orc
 * gender=Male
 * age=25
 * height=6'0"
 * weight=240
 * hair=Black
 * eyes=Red
 * skin=Green
 * alignment=Neutral

=Physical Description= When hunting or on a mission of some sort, he is usually found in gear/armor that is camoflaged, depending on what area he is operating in at the time. He's often found shirtless when in the wild or in town, onlookers easily able to see how years of roughing it in the wilderness has honed his body into peak physical condition. His head is always adorned with a long, black bandana, the tail of which hangs down past his waist. When clothes are absolutely a must, Nerrok is usually adorned in cloth and leather, most of which are dull and earthy in color...Browns, greens, etc. When attempting to remain obscure, he likes to wear an old, wide-brimmed hat pulled low over his eyes.

=Skills= Tracking, wilderness survival, navigation, espionage, long range/close quarter combat, smuggling, black ops in general.

=History= Even Nerrok himself knows little of his younger life, and how he came to be in the care of the elders of Thunder Bluff. His caretakers refused to tell him much, other than Fate and The Earthmother would show him what he needed to now...That, and how he was found; an infant orc wrapped in the hides of various beasts, abandoned and alone in the wilds of Feralas. A small patrol of Tauren scouts from Camp Mojache happened to stumble upon the hapless creature which was he, soon after the outpost was created.

Upon the next caravan to Mulgore he was sent, the fledgling outpost not having the time or the resources to commit to a newborn addittion. He was, as a result, taken in by the Tauren community, an adoption that left him under the care of the various Elders and Huntsmen of Thunder Bluff.

The powers of The Earthmother were evident in this green-skinned child, that much the Bluffwatchers were certain. At an extremely young age Nerrok began to show a powerful affinity with animals and nature in general: feral plains wolves and the wiley boars under the control of the Pigmen to the east would submit to him and obey his will, even before he was fully trained to harness such techniques. The areas upon which he would play with the other young tauren would often be flocked to by birds, insects and other creatures, somehow drawn to him for some unexplained reason. Grass would grow shades greener, and various flora that had long since been absent from Mulgore would sprout from the ground in places where he frequented.

The Elders silently observed these strange happenings, and were baffled. Some of them even suggested that he be trained in the ways of the Druid, though that idea was quickly dismissed due to the demonic influence the Orcs had only recently been liberated from. It was then decided that he should be trained and conditioned fully in the ways of The Wild, and when he was of age he came under the direct tutelage of the Tauren in charge of The Hunter's Rise. Here he was instructed in the ways tracking, beast lore and the like, as well as the ability to hunt with both blade and bow. His natural talents drew him to the study of herbalism and alchemy, a valuable skill to have when located untold miles away from civilization.

He took to the training brilliantly, as everyone expected him to. Though as the years progressed and Nerrok began the transition from boy to young man, he began to develop a dislike of civilization in general, and would often times remain gone and unaccounted for for extended periods of time during his assigned hunts and wilderness trials. While he held nothing but love and admiration for his adopted Tauren brethren and his teachers, he could feel something stirring inside of his blood. Something dark...Something unexplained. That something, whatever it was, scared him to the deepest core of his being. He could tell it was growing stronger, too, as time passed. He was becoming more...Aggressive...Feral, even, which went against the teachings that he had been indoctrinated with. The Elders had noticed this as well, and after going to see them to speak of his experiences upon returning from one of his wilderness trials, it was decided that the best thing for him to do would be to leave...To quench this unexplainable, perhaps dangerous thirst for knowledge, about the world and himself.

This decision sent him to the far corners of Azeroth, to the various cities that he was allowed to enter, and even to some that he shouldn't have been in to begin with. He learned more of the feud between the Alliance and The Horde, how it began, and how it has evolved over the years. He learned of the history of his people of origin, the Orcs, and how they had once been enslaved by demonic forces called The Burning Legion. He learned things in these travels that he couldn't be taught upon the ridges of Thunder Bluff...Things like the kindness of true strangers, and the inhumanities that all races and genders were capable of. Last but certainly not least, he learned that...He still had much to learn.

It was also during these travels that he heard of an organization of secretive operators...Those that were connected to various information networks, that did things that mostly went unheard of and unspoken. People that delved into the darker side of Azeroth, an underworld where there were no laws, and no regulations...Only it's own. A brand new Wild to explore, in his eyes. And it just so happened, as Fate would allow...This organization was looking for people with skills very similar to his own. Could this be the big break he was looking for? A break that could possibley lead him to more clues about his past, his identity? Perhaps.

Either way. He still had much to learn.