User:Ald/Horde Characters

List of my Horde-affiliated characters I use for Roleplaying.

= Ga'Crane =

Biography

 * "...Imagine mah parents, tryin' to make me a warrior or a shaman or a mage with little to no success. Dey are frustrated and only in da end to dey realise Ah joosed to make damn good cupcakes back when Ah was dis 'igh," Ga'Crane showed exactly how high he was as a five-year old, and continued, "So dey take me to an alchemist et voilà."

Ga'Crane was born to a well-off troll couple who wanted him to have a serene, respectable and maybe even luxurious lifestyle. At the age of nine they began to search for his place in life. After failing to discover a shaman's talent in him, and proceeding likewise with the paths of a warrior, a druid and an arcanist, his already desperate parents met a renown alchemist who agreed to teach him and was surprised to discover that his talent could only be out-matched by his laziness. Two decades later Ga'Crane became something of a prodigy among the Horde's alchemists, and even began to earn just enough money so as not to worry about it more than necessary. Although he spends a lot of time in his house-slash-laboratory-slash-store in Orgrimmar, Ga'Crane frequently wanders off to gather some reagents on his own, considering this his vacation, and that's when the majority of adventures happen to him - even if he does not want it.

Appearance

 * "Me? A slim - yet 'andsome, and don't joo deny it - troll intimidatin' joo?"

Ga'Crane is of a slim build, standing at 6'7" upright with his gorgeous - as he thinks - red hair adding at least 3" more, and weighing about 175 pounds. He prefers long-lasting, stain-proof clothes that are both somewhat stylish and practical. His facial markings bear no actual meaning and are just there for the looks. On his hips hang two enchanted satchels that are a lot bigger on the inside - he got them as a payment after brewing a cure from a most embarassing disease for a powerful Blood elf mage. Ga'Crane smiles frequently, partly because he wants to make friends with everyone he encounters.

Abilities

 * "Ah'm one of da best - if not da best - potion doc out dere, mon!"

Ga'Crane is rather frail, has had no combat training whatsoever and is not attuned to the arcane, either. He compensates all of the above relying heavily on various brews and concoctions, his weapon of last resort being a vial with extremely potent acid, capable of eating through organic tissue devastatingly fast. He also carries with him potions for almost all events one could think of, including several syringes with pain-numbing serum - the last one being rarely used, however. Despite the fact that Ga'Crane is not resilient to pain, and sometimes can be shut off even by a minor wound, he tries to restrain from pain-numbers, knowing that they are addictive.

Personality

 * "Troll's gotta do what a good troll's gotta do."

If anything, Ga'Crane is friendly, and through countless hours spent talking with people he took some points in charming, too. Having been through quite an amount of trouble in his life, and not possessing the qualities to deal with it head-on, he has learned to be creative, and utilise anything that comes handy - although, to be honest, it's mainly his various concoctions.

Ga'Crane firmly believes that he is one of the best Horde potion docs, if not the best, and when speaking about his job he rarely misses an opportunity to be boastful about it. When a problem arises, this troll tries to get rid of it ASAP, and that may characterise him as hot-headed. He is also very loyal - and secretly prides himself on that - and that backfires on him sometimes.

Although not as weird as the potion docs are widely believed to be, Ga'Crane sometimes talks to himself, particularly mocking his own mistakes. He also utilises his knowledge of High Zandali, swearing in it whenever he feels moody.

Quotes

 * "Calm down and let da doctor do da dirty job for joo! Da-doo-doo-da..."
 * "Yep, Ah'm dat good, so joo'd better watch out!"
 * "Ah'm gonna show joo mah voo-doo..."
 * "'ey, sup?" A common greeting.
 * "Joo 'ave no idea 'ow much it sucks to be me." When in depression.
 * "I dare you, Ga, I double dare you to mess this up!" To himself, thus without his usual accent.
 * "!!!"
 * "Tou--in'-che."

Trivia
Ga'Crane is the first troll character I've ever made, thus he possesses a thick accent that has become something of a trademark. His name is an anagram of Carnage, and that means... Absolutely nothing!

During one of the RPs Ga'Crane was possessed by a voidwalker and exposed to massive amount of shadow energy, which led to his hair and skin losing color forever - as well as granting him an affinity to shadow magic.



Associated Tropes

 * TIME KILLER ALERT! Do not follow any of the following links if you have something urgent to do in the nearest vicinity. You have been warned.


 * Action Survivor
 * Right Man In The Wrong Place - how his adventures usually begin
 * Big Brother Instinct
 * The Combat Pragmatist
 * Cowardly Lion
 * Nice Guy - whom he always tries to be. When you push him too far, though...
 * Beware The Nice Ones
 * Sir Swearsalot - for the sake of your ears, don't get him upset.
 * Weak But Skilled

= Lucas Venomheart =

Lucas Venomheart is a former Arathi noble and a warrior in service of the forsaken, as well as a volunteering guinea pig for the Apothecary's experiments.

Appearance
Lucas is intimidatingly high for a forsaken, standing at 6'6". Paired with his formidable muscles that have somehow remained imposing post-mortem, one could mistake him for a short vrykul raised into undeath. His skin is sickly green, mirroring the general coloring of his battle gear, his tabard - the sign of his allegiance - and his eyes, which glow with an uncharacteristically acidic glow, the result of the apothecaries experimenting on him. His once blond and now greenish hair is still long and flowing, despite the decay. Venomheart's face bears minor traces of decay, most noticeable around his cheeks, through holes in which his teeth can be seen, despite all of the RAS' attempts to keep his rot at bay. At all times, Lucas can be found with a long, jagged two-handed sword that he wields with deadly skill.

Personality
Lucas is stubborn, arrogant, vengeful and uncaring. He only holds his own person dear, somehow having managed to quickly come over the fact he is now a loathsome undead. Despite that, his loyalty to the Horde so far has been unquestionable, and thus he is trusted and welcomed all around Horde-controlled territories - at least, as much as a forsaken can be welcomed and trusted.

Despite his shortcomings, Lucas can be calm, patient and focused when needed. Likewise, he expresses a friendly demeanor towards the troops he leads into battle - if only because that way is so much more efficient to command them.

Powers and abilities
Lucas was trained in sword combat by the finest masters he could hire in life. After getting raised into undeath and acquiring his heavy, nigh-invulnerable plate armor, he favors a furious, all-offensive style, and capitalizes on his tremendous physical strength to overwhelm opponents. His imposing size and strength serves to compliment his fighting style; his power attacks are able to knock his opponents back just through sheer kinetic force, throwing them off balance and leaving them vulnerable to further brute-force strikes and power blows that sought not just to penetrate his opponents' defense, but also to push them back and leave them unable to counter blows. Although sometimes he lacks mobility, Lucas compensates that with an ability to perform awe-inspiring vertical/horizontal leaps with impunity through harnessing the unholy power that binds all matter, similar to the infamous Death Grip.

Other than that, Lucas is known to practice other forms of telekinesis through unholy magic, it being the only branch of death knight powers he has so far proven to be any good at. Most notably, Venomheart will throw various objects at those he opposes, including, but not limited to, rocks, logs, furniture, sand, dirt and his own sword.

As a result of numerous experiments the Royal Apothecary Society has conducted on him, Lucas's body has been hardened, becoming - to various extents - resistant to acid, temperature and magic - but, (un)fortunately, not Holy Light.

= Ahanu Whitehorn =

Biography
Ahanu Whitehorn was born twenty years prior to the Third War. During his youth, Ahanu tended to be far more rash and ill-tempered then other tauren, as well as far more likely to seek fame, glory and - the last but not the least - treasure. When his tribe along many others joined Thrall's Horde, Ahanu gladly entered its military ranks. His formidable strength and agility - although some would call it brutality - earned him a recognition and a reputation of a Horde's exemplary warrior. During the War against the Lich King, however, Ahanu was ambushed by a large squad of undead, and were it not for a group of Argent Crusaders who saved him, the tauren would have certainly meet his demise. That battle cost him his right eye and most of his horns, and also made him change his ways.

Ahanu hung around the Argent Crusaders for some time, and from them telling him about the light grew his will to adopt a more pious lifestyle and turn to An'She - whom he now saw as the embodiment of all the things his saviors admired. Later, Ahanu participated in the Argent Tournament and it was there where he met Lisciel Dawnchaser. The two quickly became friends, and even participated in subduing of Icehowl.

Post-Cataclysm
When the Sunwalkers pledged their allegiance to the Horde, Ahanu did not hesitate to join them. More an adventurer than a conscripted soldier, he now shows no will to combat the Alliance, but will do so if need arises.

Appearance


Ahanu stands 9' tall, clad in battle-beaten armor that had been repaired countless times, with massive shoulderplates adorned with thick spikes adding to his intimidating appearance. His fair face is almost unscarred save for a long, jagged scar over his right eye-socket, the latter covered by a simple black patch. Stubs left of his white horns - the color not related to his tribe's name, given that only its chieftain's bloodline always had white horns - are crowned by golden disks. He usually wears Thunder Bluff tabard, justified by the fact that he single-handedly knocked several Tournament participants out of their saddles while under the Bluff's banner.

Abilities
While displaying a big potential, Ahanu still has a lot to learn about being a Sunwalker, and as of yet he relies on his gargantuan battle-axe more than on anything else, charging into the fray and cleaving his enemies to bloody shreds. Nevertheless, he is able to call upon the Light to heal minor wounds, as well as forming a protective shield around himself or his allies. Where Ahanu's abilities shine most, however, is fighting against the spawns of evil, for he had learnt surprisingly fast how to channel the Light through his weapon to exorcise - or even, in case of lesser demons and undead, banish - his enemies.

Personality
As of Cataclysm, Ahanu is mostly level-headed, calm and thoughtful - that is, whenever he is out of battle. Even though his old blood-thirsty rage returns to him every so often, he manages to keep it under control and make it useful. Ahanu has no problem with interacting with almost anyone save for outright malefic people, but finds it hard to form lasting bonds. When he does, though, he may be rightfully called a loyal friend to rely upon.

Sometime after the Scourge ambush Ahanu gained a rather annoying habit of emphasising a single word in every sentence he says. Even though the Sunwalker himself is not aware of it, this tendency weakens when he speaks to his superiors.

Quotes

 * The eternal sun shines upon us all - only some bask and some are scorched in its golden rays.
 * Great An'she guides my blade. Sometimes, his benevolent presence is clouded by my fury. You do not want to witness it.
 * Each day that we live, we learn.
 * The wicked do not deserve to live.
 * For the warchief and the tribes!

= Lisciel Dawnchaser =

Biography



 * "Born roughly one hundred years ago, showed significant affinity to arcane magic somewhere through adolescence. Was sent to Kirin Tor for further learning, picked up evocation and abjuration as my specialisations, focusing on frost and arcane. Achieved the rank of archmage two months before the fall of Dalaran, survived the battle - well, duh. Hung out with prince Kael'thas before being sent back to Quel'Thalas with magister Rommath. Joined the Sunreavers shortly after, and relocated to Northrend shortly after Dalaran was transported to the Crystalsong forest. Participated in the Argent Tournament, met Ahanu there. With him and several other enthusiasts subdued a giant yeti Icehowl."
 * -Lisciel telling his story

Appearance
Lisciel is slightly taller than an average human, and frail by their standarts, although there are quite a lot elves thinner than him. His long blonde hair is most of the time in unnaturally perfect order that takes him at least quarter of an hour each morning to achieve. The usual for blood elves green glow that his eyes emanate is weak enough for irises and pupils to be seen without too much trouble. An arrowhead beard that Lisciel sports is carefully cultivated, for his facial hair grows slowly even for an elf. Lisciel is usually dressed in full archmage garments, both to boost his ego and to intimidate and impress those around him.

Abilities
Although he is trained in all aspects of magedom, Lisciel prefers pure arcane and frost-based spells over fire. He will often weave complicated incantation patterns to counter the enemies that exceed him in raw power. His favorite tricks include conjuring an orb of water over one's nose and mouth, preventing them from breathing, a focused arcane explosion under one's feet that sends them flying into the air, freezing one's limbs and then shattering them with a precise blast and many, many others.

Personality

 * Ahanu Whitehorn:"...may be an arrogant jerk, may be a lecherous creep, may be an annoying flamboyant attention seeker..."

While one would expect a mage of Kirin Tor to be more collected and rational, it is safe to say that Lisciel is a Red Oni to Ahanu's Blue Oni, being easy-going, sometimes rash, quick-witted and overall babbling constantly. On the downside, for those unfamiliar with Lisciel's manner of behaving the elf may seem to be an arrogant self-centered jerk - a fact that Lisciel himself partly justifies, although always adds that his friends occupy a significant place in his heart.

Quotes

 * (Closes his fist, extends the middle finger, kisses its tip and drives the hand forward) Right here, buddy.
 * You certainly look like one who could use some proper education.
 * Time to melt some faces.
 * We are the good guys, does anyone doubt that? Excellent, because good does not mean nice.
 * (Scowls) Damn, forgot a book in the Legerdemain Lounge again... What? Yes, I can pronounce that properly.
 * Warlocks? (Sound of the air crackling with arcane energies) Where?
 * Blink. Mage Ward. Slow Fall. Presence of Mind. FLAMESTRIKE.
 * I'll bludgeon you to death with my staff. Now that's humilitating.

= Kareithel Arroval =

Biography
Hailing from an ancient and rich elven family, Kareithel - or simply Kareth, as his friends call him, - himself was never a talented arcanist, nor a gifted ranger. Therefore, there was nothing outstanding in his life before the Third War. The Scourge has burnt down his family manor and taken the lives of all his relatives, with his mother and sisters ending up as banshees and his younger brother Talagant as a blood prince. Desperate and seeking vengeance Kareithel has gladly joined the ranks of the new-formed Blood Knight Order and it was there and then where his potential was revealed in its fullest - his fervor, willpower and relentlessness allowed him to quickly rise through the ranks of the Order.

Many days have passed since. Kareithel tracked down and put all his relatives - with an exception of his brother - to rest, reclaimed most of his family's fortune and somewhat matured. With the Sunwell restored - in which he has almost personally took part, having fought in the front lines of the Shattered Sun Offensive - and immediate threat driven off the kingdom's borders, Kareithel dedicated himself to restoring his motherland's former glory. He soon found himself to be a talented administrator and a canny manipulator. With the Order backing him in his endeavours, Kareithel will stop at nothing on his quest to help Quel'Thalas achieve greatness.

Appearance
6'2" tall, brawny and broad-shouldered by elven standarts. Sports a goatee, style of which is changed from time to time, according to his mood. Whenever without his large horned helmet, his glorious mane can be seen, along with completely opaque glasses that he wears so that he can look into his interlocutor's eyes, while the latter is stripped of such a possibility. Has sunken cheeks and deep-set eyes, hinting of sleepless nights. Unless he controls them, his brows are constantly clouded.

To say that he prefers black and red clothes would be an understatement - Kareithel even dyes his hair and his goatee so that only his veridian eyes do not fall into the color scheme.

Abilities
While somewhat lacking in the healing and protecting aspects of paladinhood, Kareithel compensates for that with his ability to show his enemies the vengeful side of the Light. Just as his heavy claymore - which he wields with ease, partly because its weight has been re-adjusted by Sin'dori enchanters, meaning that, while the sword's wielder feels only one third of its weight, those on whom the sword falls will experience its full potency - rends their flesh, the blinding Light burns their very essence, finding out the darkest aspects of Kareithel's enemy's personality and bringing them to the surface to sear them out.

Personality
Some not-savvy-enough to see through his mask will easily mistake Kareithel for an easy, outgoing person - and that is not surprising, given his good (if only somewhat sophisticated) sense of humor and his sleight-of-mouth. However, such appearance has been achieved through determined self-training, not given by nature. On the inside, he is still recovering from the wounds left by the Scourge, and only truely cares for other blood elves. And, while he will certainly help a fellow sin'dorei if such a need arises, Kareithel firmly believes that some just don't know the right from wrong, while he - and his order - on the other hand, know it. Kareithel despises chaos, and thinks that any problem save for those of cataclysmic scale can be dealt with when approached methodically.

Quotes

 * Quel'Thalas first, everything else later.
 * Order above else.
 * Even if I die, another one will take my place. But I will not die - I am just that good.
 * Some do not know what is best for them... And some are there to teach the former the right way - our way.
 * Ever tried my distant cousin's cookies? Delicious.

Known Associates
For reasons unknown, many sinister characters pledge allegiance to the Blood Lord's cause, who in turn shows no hesitation to use their questionable, to say the least, methods if it means furthering his goal, and is not above caring for them while they are useful. So far, two of such cases were uncovered - a felblood warlock Cyrus and a death knight Hardcore Jaws (true name, if existing at all, unknown).

= Cyrus =

Prior to the Sunwell's re-ignition, Cyrus used to be a prominent member of the Shadowsword and through sheer luck managed to survive the Shattered Sun Offensive's raid on the Plateau. When he was finally found and was about to be executed by a squad of Blood Knights, their leader - then not a Blood Lord yet, but a mere Knight - none other than Kareithel himself offered him a simple choice, a life of service to the Order or immediate death. Cyrus agreed immediately, and through a complicated ritual got rid of his horns and rudimentary wings, taking up the guise of a blood elven warlock. He has ever since served as Kareithel's bodyguard, butler and pet arcanist, and proved himself to be of invaluable usefulness. Cyrus's face is at all times covered by a mask with raven-like bony features, and the black feathers on his amice serve as a mockery of what he used to be.

Personality
Cyrus is utterly cruel, sadistic and amoral. He holds no regard to others' lives or well-being, and only cares about himself and fulfilling his master's wishes. He is also known to show tendencies of masochism, although whether he truly enjoys the pain or only rants about it to scare his enemies remains to be seen.

= Hardcore Jaws =

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