#arzog

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original character aesthetics (3/?): arzog - unholy death knight

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Lovely piece of Akirlia & Arzog by @littleliongod! Thank you so much!

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Interview Meme

1. PICK ONE OF YOUR MUSES.

Arzog because the poor boy doesn’t get enough love from his momma.

2. FILL IN THE QUESTIONS/STATEMENTS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

3. TAG TEN PEOPLE TO DO THIS MEME: @shanbearsjournal @dragonofdark @levicopter @boilingheart @nnoitragilga @menethxl @remiists @asharinhun @wrathion & whoever else wants to do it!

TAGGED BY: @fluffynexu

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

“ Arzog. ”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

“ Just Arzog, mon. What d’ya want, some long an’ fancy title? Naw, Ah be jus’ Arzog. ”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

" Mah Ma named me fer ‘er father. ”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

" Single as fuck. ”

5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?

" Bein’ ahn Unholy Death Knight, Ah gotta bit, yeah. ”

6. STOP BEING A GARY STU.

" Stop bein’ ah piece o’ shit. ”

7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR?

" Dey were red when Ah was alive...but now dey be dis glowin’, icy blue. ”

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?

" Red, ya blind or somethin’? ”

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

" Ah’ve got me Ma, she be livin’ in Stranglethorn Vale. Ah’ve got a piece o’ shit deadbeat fer ah dad, and two ‘alf-siblin’s by ‘im. So yah, Ah’d say so. ”

10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS?

" Ah got Rascal, mah Alterac Brew Pup, loyal and cute as anythin’ can be. Den dere be mah Frostbrood Vanquisher, Icefang. She’s somethin’, lemme tell ya. ”

11. THAT’S COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

" Ah hate da Scourge, and anythin’ loyal t’ it. ”

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?

“ Eh, Ah s’pose Ah like killin’ Scourge. ”

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

“ Ya ain’t even ‘eard da beginnin’ of it. ”

14. EVER….KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?

" More like who ‘aven’t Ah killed? ”

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

“ Ah worg, Ah’d say. An’ ah vicious one, at dat. ”

16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS.

" Destroyin’ things when Ah get angry. ”

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?

" Ma mother, she be strong and a great leader. ”

18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?

" Ah like women. “

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

"Nah, Ah learned t’ read an’ write by my Ma, and Ah learned everythin’ else through trainin’. ”

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?

"Can’t ‘ave kids, dat’s a thin’ when ya be ah Death Knight. Ah wouldn’t mind sett

21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS?

" Do Ah ‘ave what? ”

22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

" Killin’. ”

23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

" Armor. Tends t’ keep people away. ”

24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

" Yeah. ”

25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF?

" Not since Ah was in diapers. ”

26. WELL, IT’S NOT OVER YET!

" Fer fuck’s sake. ”

27. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS)

" Ah don’ ‘ave a class. ”

28. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?¨

" Ah don’ even know anymore. ”

29. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?

" Ah love pie. If ya got it, Ah’ll eat it. ”

30. FAVOURITE DRINK?

" Mmm...prolly trollish ale. ”

31. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE?

“ Prolly in da mountains. Ah don’t care which, either. Any mountains. ”

32. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE~

“ ‘Aven’t stopped bein’ interested, t’ be honest. But Ah’m thinkin’ dere may be another. ”

33. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY?

“ Ah be proportional...fer an eight foot troll.”

34. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?

“ Ah lake. Ah don’ like oceans too much...too much uncertainty in ‘em. ”

35. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

“ Cute, powerful girls dat could kick mah ass if Ah needed it. ”

36. ANY FETISHES?

“ Like ya need t’ know. ”

37. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

“ ...dominant. ”

38. CAMPING OR INDOORS?

“ Campin’; Ah hate bein’ indoors fer too long. Feel...confined. ”

39. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END?

“ Yah, can’ imagine a worse thin’ t’ do t’ pass da time. ”

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   "So, what are you doing in Booty Bay? I mean...a troll Death Knight seems a bit out of place..."

   Arzog raised a brow, glancing at the female beside him. Having cooled off after the previous night's tussle, he and Kyana had found rest in an inn, before searching the shops the next day for rations and supplies to begin their travels. An amused huff escaped him as he studied a hunk of dried meat, nodding to the vendor that it was what they wanted.

   "Ah could be askin' ya da same tin', girlie," he mused, rolling his shoulders. "Ah was born 'ere, and Ah wanted t' visit fer Ah time, before goin' out again. Didn' expect t' see mah dad...and Ah'm guessin' da others be mah siblings. Made a bit o' a mess, didn' I?" Though a smile rested upon his lips, there was a certain pain in his expression that was not lost on Kyana, and through curiosity bit at her, she let him be.

   "That makes sense," she responded, lifting a sack of potatoes effortlessly, placing them with the hunk of meat Arzog had chosen, fishing for gold in her cloak. "You might need to work on your temper a bit, but I know how hard that can be." She paused, nose wrinkling in thought, her lips pulling in a frown. "I had to get away from Ashenvale. Everywhere I walked, nasty looks followed. Night Elves aren't as accepting as some other races, and I just felt unwelcome. Even my daughter wasn't allowed near me. I needed to get far away from Night Elf lands...and Stranglethorn Vale seemed like the perfect place. So here I am, in Booty Bay."

   His features saddened a bit as he glanced at Kyana, her lips tugged in a frown as she continued to pick out food for the pair of them. He could relate, to a point; for the longest time, his mother thought him dead, and the Death Knight had been terrified to show her what he had become. Even before his untimely death, he had been married for a short while, and it was a relief to him that the woman...a Sin'dorei...had passed on rather than see what he had become. At the time, he had been distraught, but it was a blessing in disguise; just like Akirlia, Val'oraela did not deserve to be stuck with a monster.

   Paying for their wares, Arzog and Kyana left the vendor, shouldering their purchase as they made their way to their mounts. Kyana's Dawnsaber, the only creature who had accepted her in her undeath, pawed the ground nervously, her tail flicking from side to side as her ears lay flat on her head. It was unusual for Mal'ora to act in such a way, but given her company, the Night Elf could not blame her. Somehow tethered to the same pole as the cat, was an enormous Bloodbathed Vanquisher, her wings spreading to their full length, causing passers-by to look on wearily. Arzog's lips pulled into a smile; in life, she had been Jazigosa, now she was simply Jazzy, a skeletal creature perfectly matched for the troll. An obnoxious conglomeration of ice and bone, the Bloodbathed Frostbrood proudly carried the equally obnoxious troll wherever he wished; he had rescued her from eternal servitude. Their's was a bond which could not be broken.

   "Ya might wanna dismiss yer kitty," Arzog mused, quirking his brows at Kyana, who's gaze he met with matching icy hues. "Where we be goin', ya gonna need t' fly, an' Ah don't tink ya cat can do that."

   "And where, exactly, is that?" she responded, watching as the troll climbed onto the back of his dragon, calling for a skeletal gryphon as she spoke.

   He paused for a moment, a devilish grin lifting his features.

   "Icecrown."

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There's just so much God damned weight on my shoulders All I'm trying to do is live my motherfucking life Supposed to be happy, but I'm only getting colder Wear a smile on my face, but there's a demon inside

   Everyone I had ever cared about left me.

   I died at the hands of vyrkul, the blade of an axe embedded itself in my shoulder as I fought for the lives of my cousins. They were young and full of life. I couldn't have let them die. I would have never forgiven myself.

   Laughter filled my ears, the loud and drunken noises sending my irritation through the roof. Maybe Booty Bay wasn't the best place to try and forget my anger, the abandonment of the woman I once loved. Eh, I didnt give a shit anymore. I was far too good at pushing those who loved me away; my mother was the only soul who willingly stayed by my side. Akirlia was there for a while, and Aerleus, but my stubborn need to drive away any company had even driven them away.

Oh, yo, yo, there's a demon inside Oh, yo, yo, just like Jekyll and Hyde Oh, yo, yo, all this anger inside Oh, yo, yo, I feel like Jekyll and Hyde

   Akirlia. Damn her. I still loved her like the day that I had met her, and what the fuck did I do to her? I drove her away like the rest, but it was worse. That poor girl didn't deserve any of it, she just wanted to help...but she could have never understood. She was so damned beautiful, and I'm a monster, an undead perversion of what I once was. A hand wrapped around my tankard of ale, gripping tightly enough so that the wooden mug protested. It wouldn't have been the first time I had broken a cup out of anger; this pub had a special reserve of tankards, specifically for me because of it. It was a bit amusing, and as I released the mug, I ran my hand through my hair, wild and tousled expression thoughtful. I just needed to get put of this place, out of Azeroth, and away from Outland, where I met her. Maybe Pandaria... I had heard that the Pandaren were a peaceful people. Maybe they could help me with my anger.

   "'Scuse me, sir," came the voice of the dwarf behind the counter, fear flashing in his eyes as my gaze reached him. I wasn't the friendliest guy to be around; my default expression was anger, and towering well above anyone who came my way left me an imposing threat to anyone. “That laddie over there come with you? He seems t’ be makin’ some trouble for that lassie over there.”  

   My pale eyes flashed to where the man pointed and I felt my entire body freeze. Skullslinger, my scourged companion, growled gutterally, his red eyes flashing dangerously. The man which was pointed out to me...how many times had my mother described him? Blazing red hair and tusks exactly like mine {albeit missing a good portion of one} mirrored my face in every sense of the word. He was accompanied by a pair of other trolls, siblings, but the looks of them, and rather unhappy with the man they had been with. 

   Without a second thought, my stool went flying, a deep growl tearing through my throat. That man...that bastard was the bastard that just fucked and left my mother, pregnant and alone to raise me. He hadn't noticed the Death Knight fast approaching him, but the other two {his children, by the look of them} did, and they tore out of my way, just in time, before I barreled through their table, knocking their drinks to the floor, toppling their chairs. The man {a sailor known as Jax} swore loudly, but not before I noticed a flash of fear run through his eyes. He knew who I was. And he knew that he was about to get his ass beaten.

There's just so much God damned weight on your shoulders That you can't just live your motherfucking life The story's getting old and my heart is getting colder I just wanna be Jekyll, but I'm always fighting Hyde

   "Ya fuckin' piece of shit!" My hands reached out, wrapping themselves around the collar of his shit, hoisting him easily into the air. Jax sputtered and coughed, groaning as I shoved him into the wooden wall, hearing the crack of wood as the troll collided. "Ya be a right nasty piece o' work, ya know that?! How dare ya leave her?! How dare ya break her heart like dat?!" I didn't even give him time to answer; I didn't fucking care what he had to say. All I knew is that he didn't deserve the time of day, and as I drew my fist back, it collided with his nose, the bone snapping beneath my fingers. Had I been able to cry, tears would have been stream g down my face; there were so many negative emotions regarding the man who sired me, anger, rage, hatred. I felt them all. He was a deadbeat piece of shit, and there was no way I'd let him go, unscathed, from my sight.

   "Someone get him off Jax!" I heard someone shout, but I was too much in a bloodthirsty rage to acknowledge them; it was the sickness, the hazy, red daze that I had been cursed with since the day I was risen from the dead.

   Mid-swing for the second blow, an icy blast hit the back of my head, temporarily stunning me for a moment, Jax sliding out of my grip, giving him enough time to be ushered away by who could only be my siblings, feeling myself being dragged away in the opposite direction. Whoever the hell was doing this was bound to be dead once I came to my senses, but as I found myself in the ally, feet frozen to the ground, I would not be going anywhere anytime soon. A roar escaped me as I summoned my unholy magic, but as a blade rested neatly against my throat, I froze, my eyes flickering to the woman who had been able to wrestle me away from the bar.

You've got rocks in your head, I can hear them rolling 'round You can say that you're above it, but you're always falling down Is there a method to your madness? Is it all about pride? Everyone I know, they've got a demon inside

   "You damned idiot," murmured the other, who I realized was a Death Knight as well, a Night Elf. "If you're trying to fix yourself, at least don't go make a fool of yourself in a pub. Do you even realize how many people were watching you attack your father?" I half expected her to yell, or look down on me, if anything, but her expression bore sadness and understanding. "You're not the only Death Knight that goes through this."

   "Ya?" I spat, clearly enraged by her calm demeanor, for whatever reason I didn't know. The sight of my father for the first time in years had put a foul taste in my mouth. "Dere ain't nothin' ya can say t' ease dis anger, girlie. Mah dad ain't da kind of guy dat's been around."

   "Trust me," she responded, her tone stern. "I know what it's like to have family abandon me. Do you think my priestess mother and warrior father welcomed me with open arms when I returned home from Northrend? I don't think so. They spurned me and reviled me. I'm an undead atrocity, and I've had to live with that every day." Her voice deadpanned, and my expression softened.

   "Heh," was my response, but I could not ignore her words. "Be seemin' like dere finally be someone t' relate to. My mate left me...she couldn't understand, and because of dat, Ah was a pile of shit t' her, and she didn't deserve it. She be leavin' with mah best friend...and dat really stung. Dey was made fer each otha. Ah was made fer destructuon."

If I wasn't so deranged, could I ever face the pain? If I ever were to change, would this song remain the same?

   The woman sighed, bowing her head, as the ice disappeared from my feet. "Again, I know how you feel. I'm Kyana Frostleaf, former Priests of Elune, turned Frost Death Knight." Her shining eyes met mine, so warm, despite the deadness within them. "If you'd like, perhaps we could travel together. I think we could both use the company."

   I watched her for a moment, wondering if she was playing me for a fool. Our races were mortal enemies, or so we were told, but really, a Death Knight was a Death Knight, hated by everyone. We had to stick together, else we'd lose our minds.

   "Ah be Arzog, rogue turned Unholy Death Knight," I murmured in reply, a weary grin crossing my lips. "And Ah tink Ah'd like dat."

Oh, yo, yo, there's a demon inside Oh, yo, yo, just like Jekyll and Hyde Oh, yo, yo, all this anger inside Oh, yo, yo, I feel like Jekyll and Hyde

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“...Eh...”

So accustomed to the snowy tundras of Northrend and the darkness of the Plaguelands, the bright sunlight and humid tempuratures of Stranglethorn Vale had sent an uncomfortable wave of nausea through the seasoned Death Knight, whose icy features were contorted in a mixture of sadness and anxiety. It was unusual to see such emotions cross Arzog’s expression; the troll had always been so stoic when it came to his own feelings that many often wondered if he even had any. But he did, and no one knew better than the love of his life...the love he had lost...

Akirlia...

He was doing this for her. They had their fights {mostly consisting of Arzog losing himself to anger and bloodlust, and her crying as Aerleus held her closely} and too often did he find himself leaving, cooling off the only way he knew how: killing. The splatter of the warm blood of innocent creatures across his face soothed him, and the moment he had regained himself, he had known. He had known all along, since the first angered outburst. The troll had not been happy with the realization, but it was the only way Akirlia could truly be happy, even if it meant ripping his own heart out.

The man had thought himself a monster, and those thoughts caused his anger and guilt; Akirlia had been the most angelic creature he had ever laid eyes on, and to think that he had somehow won her heart and given him brief hope. But, no matter how much happiness he saw in her eyes, there was a sadness that he could only let haunt him. A sadness that he took her away from those she loved...because of who he was...because of what he was.

“We’ve arrived at Grom’gol Base Camp.” The words of the goblin captain were oddly muffled in the troll’s ears, his mind elsewhere, still upon the Draenei woman he had lost. Their mutual agreement to end the relationship had been on good terms; he had known that Aerleus had been madly in love with her from the beginning. His own best friend had made love to the one woman Arzog had truly loved, but he understood that Akirlia could no longer love the troll. He had asked Aerleus to take care of her, and in return, Akirlia had asked Arzog to see his mother again. It was something that had torn away at the troll since becoming free from the Lich King; Zen’jir, his mother, had not known that her only son was alive, and he did not want her to know he had become a monster. But Akirlia insisted he make amends with the only family he had.

Dismounting the zeppelin, Arzog’s Saronite Plate clanked together with each step he took, the hulking figure of the troll towering over almost everyone he had met. There were few taller than him, and those surrounding him stared with wide eyes. Lengthy tusks and vividly red hair were a sight to be held, and the swagger with which he walked had several taking steps out of his way to create a wide berth. Pale, glowing eye surveyed Grom’gol as he approached the center of the base, and he turned his head, raising his brows lazily.

“Alright, ya devils,” he called out, gaining the attention of the crowd that had began to congregate around him. Anxiety flashed across his features briefly, and he rolled his shoulders, playing it off nonchalantly. “Ah be lookin’ fer a lady here, ‘bout a foot shorter dan me, bright blue hair..ya might know h--”

“Arzog? Baby, be dat you?”

Silence ensued; a pindrop could be heard as the Death Knight’s eyes flickered to a tent, straight across the way from him. Those eyes were unmistakable, they were the very same as his own, save for the color. The woman’s were crimson, and tey were locked, unbelieving, onto his.

“Git yer sorry asses back t’ work!” she yelled, snarling at the crowd, who immediately returned to their stations, save for a child or two, staring at the odd-looking Death Knight, but the man and the woman paid no mind. Striking blue hair, split into three distinct crests with braids flowing down her back gave Arzog cause to know that this woman knew him.

“Yeah, ma, it be me...” His pale eyes found the ground, brow furrowing together. for once, his expression wavered, and an undeniable sadness overwhelmed him. “Ah...ahm sorry...”

He expected her to speak, to say anything, but what he didn’t expect was to be in her warm embrace...a mother’s embrace.

“Arzog, ya idiot, why didn’ ya come t’ me t’ let me know yer alive?” she murmured through choking sobs, the corners of her eyes prickling as tears welled up in her crimson orbs. “Yer cousins be sayin’ dat ya be dead...here ya are, alive.” She pulled away, her hands resting upon his face, thumbs rubbing against his high cheekbones, tracing a deep scar upon one of them. Her eyes bore into his, the scolding of a mother evident on her expression.

“Ah...Ah didn’ want ya t’ see me like...dis...” He paused, avoiding her gaze, shrugging his heavy shoulders. “Undead, a monster...Ah have t’ kill t’ survive...ma, Ah be so sorry...”

“Shut it, ya silly man. Ah still love ya, Ah always will,” Zen’jir replied, bringing her son into her embrace once again, running her hands through his braided hair. “Why don’ ya stay awhile, tell me what ya’ve been t’rough. An’ Ah won’ be takin’ no fer an answer.”

A halfhearted chuckle escaped his lips as he nodded his head sadly. “Alright, ma...ya got me...Ah’ll stay fer a while...”

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Basic Statistics

Full Name: Arzog

Reason or meaning of name: It was his maternal grandfather's name

Nickname: Angry Troll Man

How'd they get it?: Kir gave it to him when they first met and to this day, she is the only one who calls him that

Age: 33

Date of Birth: August 21

Zodiac: Leo

Species: Troll

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

When did they realize this?: Since being able to know what sexuality was

Nationality: Zandali

Hometown: Stranglethorn Vale

Current Residence: Plaguelands

Occupation: Unholy Death Knight

For how long?: Since Arthas' reign

Do they like his/her job?: Nope, he wished he could be a rogue again

Salary: N/A

Abilities

If they had an element, what would it be?: Icy

Can they use it?: He is a Death Knight, so yes.

What animal best represents them?: Wolverine

Hand-to-Hand capability: Great

When did they start learning?: As a young boy, before choosing to become a rogue. The skill has stuck with him since.

Who taught them?: His mother.

Weapons training: Excellent

When did they start learning?: As soon as he became a rogue, first with daggers then with two-handed weapons.

Who taught them?: His rogue trainer, as well as his mother, and then the Ebon Blade later.

Physical strength: Excellent, he is insanely strong.

Speed: A bit slower, due to his sheer size and weight of his armor.

Planning: He tends to dive headfirst into conflict than actually sit back and think about it. However, it typically works for him, being an 8 foot undead troll usually scares the piss out of anyone.

Powers: He has all the powers of an Unholy Death Knight, occasionally a Blood Death Knight when the situation calls for it. He also has the stealth of a rogue though he doesn't use it anymore.

Family

Any significant ancestors?: Not that he knows of.

Grandparents (describe relationship): His maternal grandfather's died years before his birth of a lung disease. His grandmother is still alive, but at a very venerable age and is close to her death. She is the leader of the Darkspear in Stranglethorn, the title to be passed on to her eldest daughter, Arzog's mother. He does not know his paternal grandparents.

Aunts/Uncles (describe relationship): His mother had two younger sisters, a druid with the Cenarion Circle and a warrior who's currently in the Malestrom. He had a very good relationship with them in life, and he could only hope he would as well in death.

Parents (describe relationship): His relationship with his father is nonexistent. Jax came and left, all in one night, and the Death Knight could not even point him out in a crowd. However, his mother tells him he's the spitting image of his father. Arzog and his mother have a great relationship, though since being raised, he has not seen her because he doesn't want her to think he's a monster.

Are they still together?: They never were together.

Birth order: Arzog is the eldest, followed but a younger half brother and sister, both with different mothers than his own.

Siblings (describe relationship): He doesn't know they exist.

Nieces/Nephews: None, as of now.

Children (describe relationship): He never wanted children, so none.

Are all children with the same partner?: He never had kids.

Is their relationship with their children important to character?: Nope, he never had them.

Grandchildren (describe relationship): N/A

What is the character's family life like: He's very alone.

What does their family love most about them?: His humor was always something his family adored.

Hate?: His moodiness.

Does the family have a specific set of values?: No.

What would their family be described like by another person?: Broken

Have they ever had any pets?: A brewpup named Rascal.

What happened to them?: He still has him.

Relationships

Are they a virgin?: No

How did they lose it?: He had sex.

Have they ever cheated on a partner?: Naw

Has a partner ever cheated on them?: Technically yes.

How did they react?: He wasn't upset because he was a giant ass and believed he deserved it.

Who was their first crush?: A Night Elf woman he met in Shattrath when he was youngee

First love?: Akirlia

Have they ever been married?: No.

Divorced?: No.

How many times have they been married/divorced?: None for either.

Are they in any kind of romantic relationship?: He's too busy working on himself to even find time for someone else.

How serious/relaxed is it?: Usually they're pretty relaxed when he's in a relationship.

Describe the relationship with their current partner: There isn't one.

How did they meet?: N/A

Who made the first move?:N/A

How does your character truly feel about their partner?: N/A

When did they realize this?: N/A

Who is your characters closest friend?: Aerleus Sunsorrow

How did they meet?: As Death Knights.

Why do they get along so well?: After breaking free, they stuck together and their somewhat different personalities kept them with each other.

Describe relationship with any other significant friends:

Favorites

Favorite foods: Raw meat.

Least favorite food: Broccoli

Favorite colors: dark reds and greens.

Least favorite color: Blue

Music: Troll music.

Literature: Horror

Smell: Akirlia's scent

Feeling: Being accepted

Season: Winter

Pets: Rascal the Brew Pup

Place: Zangarmarsh

Favorite sport(s): He doesn't like sports.

Favorite Sayings: "You don't know what you have until it's gone."

Possession this character values most: A stuffed worg Akirlia got him at the Darkmoon Faire.

Why is it so important to them?: He's not quite over her yet.

Physical Characteristics

Height: 8 foot

Weight: 300lb

Body build: Muscular

Eye Color: Pale blue

Glasses or contact lenses?: None

Hair Color: Bright red.

Type of hair: Long, with a slight wave to it.

Hairstyle: Dreads

Complexion and skin tone: Pale bluish-green

Any particular blemishes?: Hell of a lot of scarring. Particularly nasty scar across his chest from where he was cut down upon death.

Shape of Face: Long and pointed, sharp cheekbones and brow.

Scent: He doesn't really have one.

Voice: Very deep, with the reverb of death.

Mannerisms: He does what he does.

Health: He's dead.

Style: Dark and imposing.

How do they walk?: He walks with a swagger, slightly hunched because he's too tall for actual doors.

What are their Nervous Tics: Tongue chewing.

Usual Body Posture: Standing up straight when he can, hunched most of the time to fit inside buildings.

Do they have any disabilities?: None.

Speech patterns: He speaks normally, sometimes with a hint of a purr, and a thick, trollish accent.

Preferred Clothing:

Underwear: None B) 

Shirts: He wears cloth shirts underneath his armor to prevent chafing.

Pants: Same as above.

Skirts: He doesn’t wear skirts.

Jackets: A thick fur cloak.

Shoes: None, his feet don’t require them.

Accessories: Some earrings along his ears, other piercings.

Formal wear: What is formal wear?

Sleeping wear: Nude B)

Swimming wear: Nude B)

Intellectual/Mental/Personality Attributes and Attitudes

Did they go to school?: If trolls have a school, he went to it. He also had rogue trainers.

Where?: Stranglethorn Vale

What did they learn?: The art of a Rogue

Did they complete the curriculum?: Yes he did.

What were their grades like?: He was hella good at it.

Native language: Zandali

Do they know any other languages?: Common, Akirlia taught him some Draenic and Aerleus taught some Thalassian.

How smart are they?: Smarter than average, he was always a clever man.

What is their strengths?:  Critical Thinking

Weaknesses?: Logical thinking, he tends to just go with what he’s feeling rather than using his brain.

Manner of Writing: He has messing, cramped writing that few can really read.

Any Mental Illnesses?: Minor depression.

Character's short-term goals in life: Finding himself.

Character's long-term goals in life: Settling down.

How does your Character see themselves?: It depends on the day, sometimes a monster, sometimes a good guy.

How does your Character believe they are perceived by others?: A monster by some, a cool guy by others.

How self-confident is your character?: He’s pretty confident for the most part.

What makes their self-confidence waver?: His depression.

What would embarrass your character the most?: When he loses control of his anger.

How does your character feel about love: It’s something he longs for, but something he doesn’t feel he deserves.

About crime: He’s forced to do it to satiate his bloodlust, so he doesn’t say much about crime.

Politics?: Fuck it.

People of a different sexuality?: He literally does not care, you do you.

Different nationality/race?: They’re all cool, for the most part, he’s weary of goblins and gnomes because he feels like he might accidentally step on one.

How does your character show affection/love?: He’s surprisingly snuggly and affectionate.

How does your character handle grief? He’s stoic, remains quiet.

What are they like when they cry?:  He can’t cry.

What can make them cry?: Animal death.

How does your character handle physical pain?: It doesn’t bother him, he just stitches himself right back up.

Emotional pain?: He’s stoic, like with grief.

Is your character typically a leader or a follower?: He’s a leader.

Are they 'big picture' or 'little details'?: He’s a ‘right here, right now’ kind of guy.

What kind of energy level does your character typically display?: He’s usually has high energy.

Describe their sense of humor:  Dry, dark, or sexual, depending on the person.

Hobbies: Drinking

Talents: Drinking a lot.

Extremely unskilled at: Sitting still.

If any, what musical instruments can they play?: He hasn’t played music since he was alive, usually stringed instruments.

Emotional Characteristics

How does character relate to others?: He has a hard time relating to others.

How does the character deal with anger?: He has violent outbursts.

With sadness?: He’s stoic.

With conflict?:  He tends to get angry.

With change?:  He accepts it.

With loss?:  He becomes very reclusive.

What does your character want out of life?: To find himself

What would your character like to change in his/her life?: To be actually alive.

What motivates your character?: Loved ones

What frightens your character?: Not much

Are they afraid of the Dark?:  Nope

Death?:  Nope

What makes your character happy?: Animals

Sad?: Loss of a loved one/close friend/pet.

Angry?: His own situation

Aroused?: Tugging at his tusks.

Annoyed?: Ignorance, especially toward him.

Guilty?: Killing to survive

Is your character judgmental of others?: Sometimes.

Is your character generous or stingy?: Mostly generous.

Is your character generally polite or rude?: He’s more or less a combination of both.

Optimistic or Pessimistic?: Pessimistic

Introvert or Extrovert?: Extrovert

Daredevil or Cautious?: Daredevil

Logical or Emotional?: Emotional

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: Disorderly and messy

Would they rather be working or relaxing?: Definitely relaxing.

How do they feel about animals?: He prefers their company to other beings.

They are most at ease when: Sitting at home alone with Rascal asleep on his lap.

Ill at ease when: Rascal has been gone longer than a day.

What is their best quality?: How much he cares.

What is their biggest flaw?: His anger.

Spiritual Characteristics

Do they consider themselves religious? No.

What religion?: He has none.

What God(s)/Goddess(s) do they believe in?: He’s an Atheist.

Why do they believe as they do?: Because if he would not have come back to life if a ‘god’ really cared to keep him.

How prominent is this in their life?

How far would they go in the name of their beliefs?: Not far.

How strictly do they follow the rules of their religion?: He has no religon.

Are there any things they do specifically they aren't suppose to?: Nah

Additional Notes on This Character: He’s a big grumpy baby.

Theme Song: 45 by Shinedown

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