Player: PhilGobatto

Character Full Name: Ragnor Haraldsson

Character In-Game Name: Ragnor

Nickname(s): ---

Association(s): Himself, the Argent Crusade.

Race: Vrykul (OOCly Human)

Class: Warrior

Skills and Abilities: ---

Age: Around 15,000 years old.

Sex: Male.

Hair: Brown.

Eyes: Green.

Scale/Height: .54

Usual Garments/Armor: Full plate armour, a fur cloak.

Other: Tattoos in runic shapes across his torso and arms. An axe, a shield, a horn and a throwing spear.

Personality: Ragnor may seem a very rough man at first, and earning his trust may take some effort. When his friendship is actually earned, though, he shows to be extremely loyal and protective. He is a man that believes in action rather than words, and that only through hard work one will be rewarded with improvement.

History: Since the dawn of his life, Ragnor was educated to be a warrior that would fight with pride in the name of his tribe, being trained in the use of weapons and shields. He would also worship the vrykul's pantheon of titanic watchers, growing especially admired by Tyr and his legends. So, it was with great shock that he received the news that Kind Ymiron had ordered all vrykul to abandon their faith when their sons started to be born weak and ugly.

He cursed Ymiron's name in silence and hated himself for not being able to act against such heresy. So he secretly remained loyal to his old faith, but for all others, his loyalty belonged to his clan and king. For a long time he continued to live in the company of his clan, feeling too impotent to put up any significant resistance against the new way of life that was adopted by the vrykul.

When the smaller races invaded Northrend in order to hunt down Ymiron's fake god of death, however, he saw a spark of hope in the darkness. So he left his village at night and roamed off towards the proximities of one of their settlements. As he observed them, he realized some were like the weak and ugly children they had spawned ages ago. He approached them, and, under the aim of their archers, he shouted out asking for peace and put down his weapons. A group of knights escorted him into the place, and he was given a chance to speak, always surrounded by heavily armed men. He spoke of Ymiron's heresy and that he wished to join the little ones' efforts to fight against the fake god of death, an offer which they accepted after a long talk between their leaders.

He spent a few days within the knights' settlement, trying to gain their confidence. This was when he learned that the order they belonged to was named the Argent Crusade, and, after hearing from a crusader about a place called "Tyr's Hand", that they knew the same legends about the titanic watcher as he did, something that made him grow even friendlier to his new companions.

Soon, though, he would have to prove his loyalty to the Crusade in the battlefield, and he did so with pride, as his might was able to break holes through lines of ghouls and hold off against their attacks. Thus, he earned the crusaders' respect.

After months of fighting, the invading armies were finally able to defeat the Lich King, as well as Ymiron. Ragnor was grateful, and saw in this a new hope for the vrykul, but they would not return to their old faith so easily. They still held in much anger against the ones who killed their king and their god, and trying to make them change would require much effort.

As he was still unable to return to his people, Ragnor headed off from Northrend with the crusaders. Now, he roams around the little races' lands, helping them fight the local threats, as a way to repay them for what they have done in Northrend, and dreaming if the vrykul society might ever return to what it once was.

Player: Mystriopolis

Character Full Name: Angeron

Character In-Game Name: Angeron

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): Twilight's Hammer, Firelands

Race: Elemental

Class: Flame Ascendant (OOC Mage)

Skills and Abilities: Mage Fire Spells

Age: Immortal

Sex: Male

Hair:

Eyes:

Scale/Height: 1.0

Usual Garments/Armor: Purple Garments and a Staff of Flame.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Personality: Insane, even somewhat maniacal, Angeron has lost all mortality within him and only wishes to see the world burn for his masters. He only obeys the whispers of his masters and the call of his Elemental Lord Ragnaros. Everyone else he see's beneath him, as to him he has risen to a higher plane of mortality.

History: Karak Moltenfury was once an Orc Shaman of the Horde, born from the mighty Blackrock Clan. He was strong-willed and wielded the power of fire with ferociousness. Despite being a Shaman however, Karak was reckless. He fully understood the role of a Shaman but often abused it's powers, especially in battle. Karak didn't care for his elemental link, to him it was his power and he commanded it. However it would be sometime before the spirits began to leave him.

Karak grew up within the harshness of steel and warfare, under the Chieftain Blackhand the Destroyer. So when the chance arose to go to war, Karak was indefinitely ready and assisted using his mastery of the Fire Totem. He was a part of the First and Second War's on Azeroth, and retreated with his kind into the solitude of the Blackrock Spire after their defeat. There, Karak began to finally lose control of his power, the spirits began to realize him as a failure, and left him for good. This angered and upset Karak as he began to search for new ways to obtain the power he once had, craving for the strength that the spirits had once helped him wield. So it was no surprise upon finding the Twilight's Hammer, he began to find his answers.

Hearing the whispers of the Old Gods that beckoned him into their service, Karak Moltenfury began to see what he would call "the truth of the world". He put himself into service willingly for his new dark masters and in return, his master's gave him power. But Karak wanted more, his thirst for the newfound power began to drive him insane, as he craved for the very strength he had once had. His master's showed him how, and on the break of the coming Cataclysm, a dark ritual was performed. As Deathwing arose, so too did Karak into his new ascension.

He is Karak no longer, now adorning the name "Angeron", he has shed all mortal ties to the world, for he is now an Ascendant, an individual on a higher plane than all but his Lord and Masters. He's forgotten anything he knew about his former self, for he considers his former self weak and unworthy of remembering. Only Angeron is his true self now, and for his masters, he will burn away the impurities of the world.

Player: c0rzilla

Character Full Name: Zh'kruabhal

Character In-Game Name: Zhkruabhal

Nickname(s):

Association(s): The Old Gods

Race: Faceless One

Class: Warrior

Skills and Abilities: The brute strength of a being its size, coupled with a basic arsenal of mind-affecting magics. Zh'kruabhal's weapons are also enchanted with the magic of the Old Gods' corruption.

Age: ???

Sex: ???

Hair: None

Eyes: Non-existant

Weight:

Height:

Usual Garments/Armor: Mostly naked save for a loincloth, belt, and a few decorative bands, sewn and etched with the runes of its people.

Other: Its weapon is a polearm of saronite and other materials found in the old depths.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Personality: Zh'kruabhal is fairly silent and stoic, though facial expression is a foreign concept to its people. It can command with a glare of its vestigial eyes. It is devout to its Old God masters and its people, though would not mind sacrificing one of its own to further the Old Gods' glory. It's sure a fellow Faceless One wouldn't mind.

The people of Azeroth are skittering insects, one and all. Those of the Twilights Hammer are more useful ones, and not to be stepped on.

The draenei are a passing interest because they too have tentacles and are millenia old.

History: Zh'kruabhal was brought into existance—it's hard to say if a creature like it is ever born—in the depths below Azjol'nerub. For the centuries and millenia after it's waking it served the Old Gods in their eternal war—eternal until the Titans came and put a temporary halt on their glory. Once the Elemental Lords were shut away in their realms, and the Old Gods sealed in their Titanic prisons and depths, Zh'kruabhal tended to matters only its kind are aware of.

Azjol Nerub grew above it and its kind. They hardly paid it any heed, save when a Nerubian dug too far. Further time passed in the dark, Zh'kruabhal carrying out its masters' whispers, the passing of an undead knight and his Nerbuian ally barely a blip on its senses. There was also something about a tiny war that exterminated the spiderlings before that. There was some unrest when that dark knight claimed a throne, and eventually war raged in the cold north. Zh'kruabhal and its kind slithered out of their holes under Azjol Nerub in those years after the empire's fall to the Scourge, making their way to all corners of Azeroth to serve their masters. So did Zh'kruabhal, fighting where he may, paying little heed to Azeroth's conflicts between the Alliance and Horde.

Then after more years the world broke, and the Old Gods' glory was brought anew to the world. Zh'kruabhal was sent to various locations to wage war and aid the tiny servants known as the Twilight's Hammer. The Hour of Twilight was at hand and Zh'kruabhal would see it through.

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Player: Ural

Character Full Name: Tikar Emberseer

Character In-Game Name: Tikar

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): Ragnaros, The Twilight Hammer

Race: Night Elf

Class: Druid of the flame

Skills and Abilities:

Cat Form – Shapeshifts into a blazing cat. Melee attacks add fire damage.

Kneel to the Flame! – A ranged fire spell that also causes the target to kneel.

Reckless Leap - Leaps at an enemy, inflicting fire damage and stunning everyone in a small area, including the caster.

Sunfire – Sears the target with fire and then continues to burn for a few seconds.

Searing Touch – Cauterizes an ally’s wounds.

Age: 3234

Gender: Male

Hair: Gray

Eyes: Blazing amber

Weight: 289 lbs.

Height: 7'6" or 1.07 scale

Usual Garments/Armor: Tikar’s raiment is designed with flames and magical fire to intimidate his foes. No longer does he rely on his fists to incapacitate his foes. He wields a fiery polearm to assault his foes. It also serves as a corrupting tool and spell focus.

Other: Tikar honed his physique throughout the years in his previous devotion to Ursoc. His shoulders aren't as wide as the character model. Being as tall as he is and all-around thin like his brother, Tikar looks like a plank. His skin has taken a reddish hue along with excessive scarring down both arms. Both hands have hardened and take the appearance of burnt wood.

Personality: Recent events have warped Tikar into an angry and passionate man. He’s frustrated with the treatment of his lifetime hero figure, Fandral Staghelm. He’s tired of the oppression of the Sisterhood of Elune and Sentinels over matters he feels they know nothing about. This is compounded with the arrival of the Gilneans. While he may agree with being responsible for their curse, he doesn’t believe they care enough to better themselves. He views them as necromantic witches using the cover of Druidism to get aid of the elves. The Druid also views the zealots of the Argent Crusade with extreme prejudice. Tikar scorns his kin and has mentally been on his own for a while now. The few he trusts will find him to be the same strong-willed companion he has always been, if not jaded.

History: Tikar was born to Sadil and Hercynian long before the Third War. He spent just a few years with his mother before being left to the community to be raised. As a typical male, Tikar was fed Druidism at every opportunity. Despite this he was a rowdy kid getting into all sorts of trouble. At least things were quieter when Tikar entered the Emerald Dream. Tikar met his father for the first time there, and was trained under him. He favored the teachings and examples of Ursoc and Ursol.

When news of a younger brother reached him, Tikar was estatic! To him, his devotion to Ursoc and Ursol had granted him the greatest gift he could imagine. He gladly offered to raise the child, as Sadil was always consumed with Sentinel duties. Tikar saw a lot of himself in the young Kantado, and usually found his antics hilarious. To their parents' dismay, Kantado was raised without a lick of discipline. Tikar saw his slacker brother as his opposite, comparable to Ursol.

As the Third War began, Tikar agreed that his younger brother should stay in the dream for his own protection. Tikar fought alongside his father against the Burning Legion. It was inspirational for Tikar as he thought perhaps this is what mother saw in Hercynian. But that would probably be pushing it. Tikar was outraged when the world tree was damaged. He thought the worst for his brother and traveled home. Kantado was found in Moonglade, safe. With his family taken care of Tikar was poised to take a much needed rest. Tikar thought it was ironic; He was slouching and his brother was training.

An exciting tale of a crash and aliens on Azeroth sparked Tikar's interest. He went with his brother to greet the Draenei and developed a sympathetic ear to their world's plight. When the brothers returned to Moonglade, Tikar desired to learn more. Hitting the books, scout logs and a supplies request, Tikar stumbled upon something called the Cenarion Expedition. It was a perfect fit for Tikar. With the bulk of the activity in Northrend, Tikar took to Outland. He spent the next few years in peaceful seclusion with the Expedition and mastered his drudic abilities.

With the Northrend war over and his wanderlust sated, Tikar returned to Ashenvale. He met up with some like-minded defenders of the forest in The Ash Wardens. However, at the start the great elemental unrest Tikar left their ranks to find out what was happening. He was a staunch follower of Fandral and was looking for his guidance. Unfortunately his childhood hero had been corrupted and subsequently jailed in a Hyjal barrow den. Tikar traveled there and joined with a group of druids both trying to tend and defend the great world tree. Tikar was a natural defender so he took to the front lines and faced the fiery threat. It was only after the inital attack had been defeated that an uneasy stalemate set in. Realizing even he might need some allies, Tikar withdrew from active duty.

The Argent Crusade requested the Cenarion Circle’s aid to cleanse the Plaguelands. Tikar took to that in the hopes of recruiting the Crusade for their return aid to Hyjal. Things did not go as planned. He followed the Argents to put down Scourge who were making the Plague of Undeath and spreading it around. The Druid heard how the Crusade had hoped to capture a sample; and he wasn’t going to have any of that. Using his mighty dire bear form along with some vines, Tikar pulled over a broiling cauldron of Plague. It washed over his ursine form and disrupted that spell. The druid was kicked out of his form and was not able to return to it again for safety. Tikar knew he had to complete a pilgrimage to regain it, but there was no time to. The Argents were successful in securing a sample of the dreaded Plague. Despite living in a corrupt land, they plotted to infect two pure animals in the name of science. All of his previous protests had fallen on deaf ears so Tikar resolved to stop this experiment himself. The Crusade and all their supporters gathered into a small barn. There was even a Cenarion Botanist, but Tikar did not care. He attacked the lab and leader of the diabolical perversion of nature before they began. He was quickly overwhelmed and subdued. He woke up in a prison cell with a multitude of injuries. Tikar was informed that the experiment was carried out and that the two animals had to be put down at the end of agonizing torture. The Druid was furious at being so helpless along with being imprisoned. When he was release, rage had passed into resounding defeat. He did not make any difference nor did he recruit any allies.

Not willing to return home empty-handed, Tikar began looking to various Kaldorei outposts for aid. This also exposed him to more Gilnean culture than he was expecting. Often he would argue about their poor manners or customs. One particular item kept popping up in the Druid’s face. It seemed to him that every Gilnean Druid preferred to be called a witch instead. He stereotyped them all as worshippers of the dead because of the skulls they carried around in plain sight. Tikar was verbally abusing a Gilnean in Darnassus when a priestess came to the aid of the human. Equally stunned and appalled, Tikar left the capital with an even worse view on the Sisterhood of Elune. However this paled in comparison to what happened next. Tikar was tracking a particular witch that had made herself known during his tour with the Argent Crusade. He found out along with his father that Kantado had been gravely injured, and was under her care. It was the work of a pair of Death Knights. Tikar immediately assumed the deathly witch had attracted the cursed beings. He saw her bone-staff along the wall and threw it into the fireplace. Not only did the witch have an episode about it, his brother and even his father condemned his actions. Upset that his own family would take the side of a stranger, Tikar stormed out and returned to Darkshire. It was there he heard a tip about some meeting that promised to purge the impurities of the world. He traveled to the abandoned church where it was held. He empathized with the speaker and joined the others fed up with the nations and factions of the world.

Already known to be a druid, Tikar was sent to the Molten Front claim the power to correct all the wrongs in his life. He received a Flame Druid Idol and his skin was scarred and scorched to prove his loyalty to his new masters. The ritual hardened his hands like burnt wood and turned his hair a bright gray. Tikar’s eyes shone like the blazing embers of the Firelord. Revived with a new passion and power, Tikar has committed to bring about a wave of cleansing to the world.

Player: Thoradin

Character Full Name: Ursal Vark of the Barkskin

Character In-Game Name: Ursal

Nickname(s): None

Association(s): The Night Elves, Cenarion Circle, Defenders of Hyjal, Uncorrupted Furbolgs

Race: Furbolg

Class: Ursa Totemic (Warrior OOC)

Skills and Abilities:

Swipe- Ursal has a long reach and sharp claws, leading to him being able to throw wide swipes at his enemies.

Big Ol' Bear Hug- Ursal can crush most enemies by picking them up and squeezing them to death!

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Hair: Brown-red shaggy fur that covers most of his body.

Eyes: Brown

Scale/Height: 10' 3" (Not quite sure what the scale would be for that.)

Weight: 850lbs

Usual Garments/Armor: Loincloth and arm straps.

Other: A necklace made of troll and orc bones.

Alignment: Neutral Good

Personality:

Ursal Vark is a gentle giant, born with a large heart and compassion for his homeland of Hyjal. He enjoys the company of the Elves and Cenarius' Children, as well as the other natives of North Kalimdor. Though, when the need arises, Ursal will harness the rage of the Bear Twins to destroy his enemies.

He despises the Dark Trolls, though respects them for their actions during the battle for Hyjal in the Third War.

History:

Ursal was born in a small village near the peak of Mount Hyjal to the Barkskin Tribe. His birth was rejoiced, as he was very large, killing his mother in the process. He grew fast, the Elder Shaman decreeing that he become an Ursa Totemic to champion the Tribe and the Bear Twins.

His life was simple, he trained to be a great fighter and lover of nature. He grew to be respectful of the paths he walked, due to his size, and hunted only as he needed. On occasion he had fought with a few members of the Dark Troll Shadowtooth Tribe on the mountain, leading to a fair bit of animosity. He even studied Darnassian from a priestess who was visiting the Tree.

When the Legion attacked, however, Ursal was quick to lend his aid to the Elves and their alien allies. He fought off many undead before he was forced to retreat under ground with the remainder of his tribe. What few had survived the apocalyptic end of Archimonde began to feel sick from the demon's magic. Ursal grew saddened at the loss of his tribesmen, he eventually left when his group passed from the sickness or died at his hand from their own madness. He took the surname Vark, meaning "Justice" in Ursine, as a promise to avenge his Tribe.

He's since been exploring Northern Kalimdor, seeking to lend his aid to the Night Elves in their fight against the Horde, Demons, and Cultists alike.

Player: Maarten777

Character Full Name: Timmy

Character In-Game Name: Timmy

Nickname(s): Tim

Association(s): Ebon Blade, Ray

Race: Geist (OOC Worgen)

Class: Ghoul (OOC Death Knight)

Age: current 23, died at 20.

Sex: Male

Hair: None

Eyes: One eye in the center

Scale/Height: scale 1.04, 180CM if he were to ever stand up right.

Usual Garments/Armor: Simple blue leather gear with the rope of the moment of his hanging still around his neck.

Personality: Timmy is... A simple ghoul, only living to serve his master. He doesn't give a single damn about his own un-life or the life of others except for his master. His vocabulary is very simple. His state has left him with a very short attention span, prone to outbursts of anger.

History: Timmy was born in Lordaeron City, his family was poor. When he was five, both his parents died and he saw no choice but to turn to crime in order to survive. When he was thirteen, the Scourge attacked his home and he fled away, barely alive he arrived in a small Alliance camp where he was clothed and fed.

After the Third War, he found the Scarlet Crusade in what is now the Eastern Plaguelands. Trying to join them, he was allowed to help them in the stables and where he was needed. Hard work for limited to no payment. Again, he saw no other option but to steal from his new allies. A week before the Scourge attacked their outpost, he was caught stealing an apple from one of the men and was sentenced to death.

Almost a week past and Timmy was gagged and moved to the gallows. Unknown to him what would happen, he felt the executioner put a rope around his neck and knew it was his end. The trapdoor below him opened and he felt the rope pulling tightly around his neck and he passed out and died. Alas, he didn't find peace in death and he was raised by one of the Scourge Death Knights, Ray, to serve him.

Now Timmy does whatever Ray asks of him to do, his life a simple servant, nothing more, nothing less.