Full Name: Ere'tos
Titles or Nicknames: Half-Breed, Weakling, Loser, Fallen
Age: Nineteen Summers
Race: Half-Orc
Gender: Male
Hair: Violet
Eyes: Violet
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 280 lbs
Notable Physical Features: As a mere half-breed Era'tos is one amongst a true rarity of the Horde. Taller than an orc, more heavy set then a troll, he's actually been misidentified as a Night Elf from a distance. His deep green skin is broken up by patches of violet on his back and shoulders, but he lacks the distinctive tusks of his trollkin. His body bares many scars and deformations from a childhood spent as an outsider in a place that already was hostile to orcs. But a feature truly unique to Ere'tos is the bright orange brands that mark his left hand like veins of molten lava, a symbol of the pact he made long ago.
Place of residence: A nomadic individual, the closest place to a home he possesses is the Grim Guild Hall, where he stops in once a week, and the mage city of Dalaran, where he gathers supplies and occasionally work.
Place of Birth: The Orc concentration camps
Known Relatives: Grog'thar Bloodaxe (father, deceased), Hi'Lou (mother, deceased)
Religion/Philosophy: Ere'tos observes most Horde traditions but lives his life by the morals he has defined for himself. Considered a 'Fallen' Shaman due to an event he remembers all too well he walks his path alone.
Occupation: Scout, Forerunner, Troubleshooter, Soldier, Minion
Guild Rank: Minion
Known Associates: None
Known Nemesis: None
Special Skills: Somewhat skilled with axe, mace, and dagger. He holds a pact with a Great Fire Spirit whose name he has never been spoken, both a boon and curse as only fire will respond to his totem. Learned much of the goblin sciences.
Positive Personality Traits: Independent, Determined, Strong Personal Code
Negative Personality Traits: Cruel, Reclusive, Blunt
History Before The Grim: Ere'tos is one of the few offspring born during the chaos at the end of the first war whom survived, and the only one born of a jungle troll. His forbearer was a particularly vicious orc whom earned his name by the copious amount of alliance he slaughtered in his berserker rages. The woman who carried him to term was one of the few female forest trolls whom followed Zul'jin into the first war against the alliance. Their coupling was nothing of love, and even in lust it would be an experience that held little pleasure. Indeed in an ironic sense the survival of the half-breed was allowed only because of the severe restrictions places on the Horde in the concentration camps.
Hi'Lou, his mother, survived the birthing process, but only barely, and she was weakened to the point of total subservience to local matriarch. When she passed in the second year of containment Ere'tos was taken in by the first daughter of the Matriarch out of a sense of duty to the agreement Zul’jin made with Ogrim Doomhammer. He was often hidden from the guards by being treated as little more than a wrapped bundle at times, but survival was a trait that almost seemed in his blood. It wasn't until he was almost six years old that he was discovered by his captors, the subsequent beating marks him to this day by way of a deformed cheek bone.
Upon his arrival at the 'proper' camp for male orcs he quickly became the focus for many bored and hostile young warriors. Already ostracized by his thinner frame and troll features for the first months of captivity he lacked the ability to communicate in orcish, making communication impossible. Still if nothing else cruelty made him adapt and strive for the strength to survive, if only to spite those who beat him daily
After six months in the camp he'd learned the hard and fast basics of survival. By a year he'd finally managed to harness the bloodlust in his bloodline, allowing a momentary reprisal until his assaulters ganged up on him.
By the end of the second year Ere'tos had become oddity but no longer an outsider.
Yet it was the event at the age of ten that began to define him for the individual he had become today.
In times long past the bloodlines of both his parental figures bore the distinct traits that had heralded the Spirit Talkers of their individual people. Though generations the spirits had guided his father’s line whether through direct action or subtle manipulation until they had been betrayed by the acceptance of the demon blood. From his mother’s side the shamanistic voodoo found much power in the hands of the ancestors, often drawing or manipulating the power of the Loa in many unique ways. Indeed the legacy he gained in the crossing of these lines almost guaranteed he would one day face the primal powers, but it was a legacy tainted by betrayal.
Time had little meaning for one growing in a camp of unwilling survivors, especially ones whom were slowly falling into lethargy. Yet coming of age, by the quirks of his legacy, was marked by a short period of time in which a young spirit-talker was opened quite suddenly to the reality of the spirit realm. In those short hours where the ancient tribes would surround and protect that catatonic individual, Ere’tos instead collapsed like a puppet without strings while being beaten near to death. When he awake days later in a pen with a few survivors he discovered the former camp had been burned to the ground and he bore his now distinct branding.
History In The Grim: Ere'tos has spent a while amongst the Grim now, though admittedly few know him on sight or the like. Upon his arrival he was assigned to an Inquisitor by the name of Agrovale but shortly thereafter the Death Knight disappeared into Icecrown and hasn't been seen since. This, combined with an extended scouting mission to a foreign desert, has left him in a kind of extended suspension amongst the Grim ranks.
Overall Ere'tos as found the Grim to be somewhat standoffish, and lacking anyone that knows how to use a Grind Stone, but it’s an agreeable arrangement for the anti-social half-orc.