Full Name: Durrosh Skyshatter
Titles or Nicknames: -
Age: 26 Summers
Race: Orc
Gender: Male
Hair: Jet black, always in a Top-Knot.
Eyes: Bi-colored, with brown around the pupil and blue circling the brown. (Central Heterochromia)
Height: 6' 2''
Weight: 185 lbs
Notable Physical Features: Durrosh is a very tall orc, but more althetic than bulky. He has light green skin that has a few mottles of brown. He has scars all over his body, but he never shows the huge pale scars on his back.
Place of residence: Orgrimmar
Place of Birth: Unknown
Known Relatives: none
Religion/Philosophy: Though he is not a shaman, Durrosh believes in the Spirit of the Wilds.
Occupation: Engineer
Guild Rank: Supplicant
Known Associates: Dragonmaw clan, Horde, Mag'har, Earthen Ring, Frostwolf clan.
Known Nemesis: Alliance, Wildhammer, Burning Legion.
Special Skills: Able to track and slay beasts efficiently, set traps, tame beasts, and survive in the wilds.
Positive Personality Traits: Independent, persistent, rational, honorable.
Negative Personality Traits: Poor social skills, vindictive, self-centered, not-so-orcish orc.
History Before The Grim: Durrosh had a very rocky start, if a start at all. The farthest event he can remember is waking up in a forest surrounded by trees. For eleven summers he ran through the wilds of Terokkar like an animal. He had learned to create tools; snares and weapons to take down his prey, and to be agile, stealthy, and cautious when stalking his prey. When Durrosh was only 15 summers, he was captured by a Fel Orc named Skyshatter and taken to Shadowmoon Valley. There he was enslaved and forced to take care of their Netherdrakes, which he befriended and learned to speak a small amount of Draconic. When he was 22 summers he had enough. He had been plotting to overthrow his masters ever since he had been enslaved, and he decided it was time to end it. He had been poisoning the Fel Orc Peons who were working to mine precious minerals. The loss of peons frusterated and distracted his masters while he was setting up his plan. One day, when the Orcs were about to go at each others throats from the struggles, he set free all of the drakes from their cages, pens, and fetters. The distraction and mass confusion allowed him, a Drake named Nazag, and the rest of the drakes to escape. Nazag swore his service as a mount to Durrosh for freeing him, and they ventured to the Dark Portal that he heard the fel orcs speaking about.
After traveling through the portal he landed in a desolate wasteland that was crawling with demons and beasts. Durrosh and Nazag flew northwards to escape the place, and the fear of going from one wasteland to another. After a long and tedious travel they landed in a wetland with tall grasses, crocolisks, and dragons. He gathered dry grasses and a few dry limbs from dead trees which he made a fire with using flint and tinder. The next morning he woke to the sound of a roaring. Durrosh opened his eyes to find several figures standing over his body. His vision still blurred by sleep, he went to stand, only to be kicked in the side and have several nooses thrown around his neck and feet. While he lay there on the ground, he looked over to where the roaring was coming from, only to see Nazag bound in ropes and held tightly to the ground. One of the figures ordered him to sit up, which he did, and asked who he was. The figure was an Orc, but not like the fel orcs he had seen, they were more like him in shape but were a dark grey instead of light green. Durrosh sat up and told him where he came from, the struggles he had been through, and why he was where he was. The Orc looked apon him with pity and unfastened the nooses, and made him come with them. Durrosh followed, trying to forget his worry about what they were going to do with Nazag. Once they arrived at the Hold, which was not far from where he camped, the orc told him he had a place in Dragonmaw, and he was a true Dragonmaw orc, even though he did not look the part. The Orc ordered the leatherworker to craft Durrosh armor that would be able to withstand the strikes from swords and penetration of arrows. The orc told Durrosh he was going to Twilight Highlands, where he would battle the Wildhammer for the Dragonmaw. A month after arriving at the small encampment, he went outside to Nazag who was bound to a pole that not even a Gronn could rip from the ground. He told Nazag of all that happened, and Nazag let him know that he understood. He removed the fetters from Nazag, once again, and flew to Twilight Highlands where he was met with chaos.
Durrosh and Nazag landed in the fortress and were greeted with orcs with green skin and blood red tabards, slaying orcs with grey skin and black tabards. He dismounted and rushed towards the main building, which he entered, only to encounter he previous master Overlord Mor'ghor. Durrosh readied his bow and another Dragonmaw ran in by the name of Zaela. Mor'ghor charged at Zaela, knocking Durrosh back. Durrosh stood up, immune to pain from the intense bloodlust created by the hatred of Mor'ghor. He readied his bow again and released the string. The arrow flew towards Mor'ghor and glanced off his armor, which caused the fel orc to shift his gaze towards him. Durrosh then quickly knocked another arrow and drew the bow back, Mor'ghor stood up and eyed the Orc, remembering him. Durrosh still had his bow drawn, waiting for the perfect moment. Mor'ghor grinned and spat, "Why, look at you. You are that little whelp that I had as a pet. I remember when Skyshatter found you as a pup, scrambling around like a frightened animal. To bad he didn't slay you and feed your flesh to his drake." An even wider grin, that revealed Mor'ghor's chipped tusks, spread across his lips, "When you ran away like a coward, I was actually wondering what Skyshatter would test his new whips with." Mor'ghor then opened his mouth and let a sinister laugh, bellow from his throat. Durrosh then drew the sting back further and released the arrow. The arrow, set free from the oppression apon the string, traveled at a tremendous speed towards Mor'ghor. It flew directly into his open maw, penetrating his black throat and passing through his vertebrae, severing his spinal cord. Mor'ghor fell forward into his knees, the grin leaving his face and staining it with agony. Blood spilled from his lips like a river breaking through a dam. The other Dragonmaw orc looked over and said, "It is done." Durrosh nodded and whispered, "It is finally over."
The other orc led him outside, "I assume you are from the Horde?" Durrosh shook his head, "No, I do not even know what the Horde is." She looked in suspicion at him and said, "Well, you look like them. If you aren't Horde then who are you?" Durrosh closed his eyes, and took deep breath, "I don't even know..." Outside, Zaela met up with a behemoth of an orc, who's skin was brown as mud. "He is dead Garrosh, thanks to this orc." Zaela spoke. Garrosh looked at Durrosh with a bit of suspicion and curiosity, "Where is your tabard?" Durrosh shook his head with confusion, "What tabard?" Zaela and Garrosh exchanged looks and then looked back at Durrosh. "Well go get a tabard from the quartermaster, the Dragonmaw are Horde, and even if you aren't Dragonmaw, I don't care what you are, you are Horde now!" Garrosh yelled. Durrosh called over Nazag from the skies, and they flew by Zepplin, to Orgrimmar. There he learned what it is like to be Horde, and an Orc.
History In The Grim: Durrosh has been with the Grim for a short time, he is still a newblood. But he is learning about what it takes to be Grim, and has had more chances to battle with the Alliance.
Durrosh
Re: Durrosh
This orc had the brass to follow my lead back through time and brave the Black Temple. He's either incredibly brave to do this, or inconceivably stupid. Whatever. He survived and that's all I need to know.
