Do you have a backstory for your character, whether you’re an RPer or not?
I do, but not much of one. I considered him to be a High Elf before becoming a Blood Elf, basically part of the Scourage attack and such, though he’s more or less an angry addict nowadays since he’s very much done playing hero, since it serves no purposes to him.
He rather feed off of magic than deal with Nagas.
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Survived the scourge attack at a very young age, found alone by a pandaren couple, was taken to the turtle where he then developed an appreciation for martial arts (and food)
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You know the scene in Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy where the whale is called into existence against all probability? My warrior is basically the whale; wondering ,“Why am I here? What is my purpose in life.”
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If my characters don’t have a backstory, I have a hardtime getting immersed in the character at all.
I RP Autai as a AU Draenei that left because she didn’t want her hatred of Orcs to possibly come between the two races coming together in peace on Draenor. So when she heard she could freely slay Orcs as a member of the Alliance, she was game.
I want to see a fat Blood Elf now.
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Just an idiot who found a sword and started hitting shít, people started thinking I was attacking monsters so they started paying me to hit shít, now ive killed dragons and titans, very forest gumpish
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Golldie quickly realized that she’s big, strong, and can certainly swing heavy objects effectively. She initially sought to get her name out there, with all the fame and fortune that comes with it. The next Goblin calendar is gonna be featuring her!
Witnessing full out warfare and how everyone, Alliance, Horde, the planet itself, is suffering and no one seems to be really winning much of anything, has changed her outlook on things.
So, she decided to heed the whispers of someone saying that they alone can prevent what is to come.
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I’ve lost everything - my family, my friends , my home. Alas, that these evil days should be mine. The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see those last days of my people.
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Me Mah noticed I’d be havin an easy time gettin along wit core hounds back home, so rather than I be sent to the mines like tha other low borns she sent me aways ta a dwarven hunter friend in High Mountain who refined me skill with befriendin beasties. An here I stand in tha sun wit me bestest beasties and me gun named Persuader.
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Not true backstory, but a sort of characterization aesthetic I keep in mind when mogging. I’ve played Shadow since vanilla (back when it was actual shadow magic instead of void tentacles and lunatics) and this character has always used it to help people. Since Teldrassil she’s now all aboard the murder train. I hope the N’zoth blessing goes somewhere because she slapped that puppy on day one and hasn’t even considered having it removed.
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I’ve never knew my parents ,don’t know if they’re live or dead ,was found in the old dalaran crater and raised by dreanei paladin.To this day ,I’m searching for them ,wondering if I’ll ever find out the truth of what lead me where i’m at.
Born Narsereg “Fireblood” in Shaz’gul Shadowmoon Valley on Draenor, 18 years old before the Dark Portal opened, Lorsaire aspired to be one of his Clan’s Void Axe Warriors He was a handsome Orc, heavily muscled, with black hair, deep yellow eyes, and his clans greyish skin. Full of Orcish vitality, he quickly honed his skills and became one of Ner’zhul’s Reavers practicing shamanistic void magic.
Narsereg was caught in the newly formed Horde’s tide. He accepted the fel magic of the Legion alongside his brethren, and succumbed to the blood fury that drove them to conquer Draenor. His skin turned green and his eyes red from the demonic corruption. One of the first Orcs through the Dark Portal, he joined the fray to conquer Azeroth, fighting fiercely during both the first and second wars. He rose up the ranks under the leadership of Ner’zhul, Blackhand, and eventually to the position of Slayer under Orgrim Doomhammer during the first war and second wars.
Captured and placed in the internment camp in Arathi at Hammerfall, Narsereg fell into the deep lethargy that affected so many Orcs during that time. He was freed after Thralls escape, and subsequent liberation of the camps, following the new Warchief to Kalimdor. There he fought at the Battle of Mount Hyjal against the Burning Legion and Scourge, and alongside his Horde allies helped found Orgrimmar.
At age 36, Narsereg finally settled down. With so much turmoil behind him, he finally found peace, and a younger mate, Rexxa, and had two children together a son and daughter.
Duty called and Narsereg answered with honor. The Horde was called to battle against the Legion again, this time in Outland. Narsereg helped to conquer the Black Temple and defeat Illidan. He marched with his Horde compatriots against Kael’thas and the Sunwell, ultimately helping to turn back Kil’jaeden’s attempt to enter Azeroth.
But as the demon was banished, rumors of a new threat, a Scourge Invasion of Orgrimmar began to flood the front lines. Narsereg rushed back to Durotar, but it was too late. Rexxa had died an honorable death, she fought to the last against the tides of undead, but ultimately succumbed to her wounds. As she rose again from the zombie infestation, she mindlessly slaughtered their children.
Narsereg found his family, and was devastated. He was forced to slay Rexxa’s risen corpse, and lay her and his children to rest. Despondent, he began to crave the final embrace of death. He left Orgrimmar and the Horde behind, and made his way to the Eastern Plaguelands where the Scourge infestation was most severe. He threw himself into battle against any and all undead he found, determined to exact vengeance against them for Rexxa and his young. A whirlwind of destruction, Narsereg slew untold hundreds of the undead, before finally being overwhelmed and dying gloriously on the field of battle.
But it was not the end…
Denied his heroic sacrifice he opened his eyes, and felt a strange biting chill through his body, his vision blurred briefly as a voice he was powerless to resist echoed in his head, “Rise my champion, and go forth. Slaughter all in your way.” It was an old voice he recalled well, Ner’zhul, now as the Lich King.
As an instrument of death incarnate, he helplessly began to carve out the Lich King’s will. Finally breaking free of the iron grip the Lich King held over his minions at Light’s Hope Chapel, he took stock of his situation. Everyone he loved or cared for most was dead. He himself was animated from death, never to experience the joys of living again. There was nothing left of him but a hollow shell.
Settling into gloom, he trudged back to Orgrimmar. But old comrades spit on him and called him a monster, for that was now what he was. Gaining a grudging acceptance back into the Horde, he knew his life as it had been before was gone forever.
Emotionally numb, he thought he should feel pain at the memory of Rexxa and his children, but there was nothing. It was as if the shadow and void had finally consumed his soul. The cognitive dissonance was unbearable, and he knew he had to leave his Orcish home.
No longer “Fireblood” but a cold methodical killing machine that spreads plague and death, he left his name behind with his family and embraced the shadow, calling himself simply: Lorsaire. Traveling to Undercity in the ruins of Lordaeron, he made his new home amongst the Forsaken he never truly trusted in life, but who were more accepting of his condition. He pledged himself to the Dark Lady Sylvanas, an emissary of the Knights of the Ebon Blade.
After the fall of Undercity to the Alliance and Sylvanas’ blight covering the remains, Lorsaire returned to his Ebon Blade compatriots and made his home in the frigid north of Icecrown in the Shadow Vault fortress. While he will never again be at peace, there is a cold sense of repose to be had among the Legions of undead that surround him.
OOC:
He was actually an Orc Warrior during classic & BC, and I RP’d his death in the Plaguelands during the Wrath Scourge invasion event. I moved Narsereg off to another server, and recreated him as a DK. And then after rejoining the Horde, at a later point renamed him to Lorsaire.
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I have an entire novel in my head.
Evacuated Stormwind at the age of 10 with his little brother, wasn’t room on the boat for their Mother so she stayed behind to be slaughtered, his Father died in the last ditch effort to hold the Horde at the Deadwind pass before they broke out into Stormwind’s heartland. (I had such a great head-canon for why it was called Deadwind pass and looked the way it did… and then Legion Offical Lore completely ruined that.)
Raised as a ward of the Church in Lordaeron for 6 years while the Northern Kingdoms prepared for the Second War. Worked as a Healer in a field hospital during the battle for Hillsbrad/Southshore.
After the battle, as Lothar split the Army he was assigned to a combat company with Lothar’s group as they hunted the Orcs and Amani trolls throughout the forests of the Hinterlands. Learned to fight, there, and was forced to kill throughout the many battles that occured. Events lead to him developing natural leadership talents and taking over the company after the CO’s death, and leading it throughout the rest of the war, fighting to reclaim Dun Modr and act as a distraction to hold the Horde’s focus further North in preparation for Lothar’s landing in the Wetlands at what became Menthil Harbor and the invasion of the South. Saw Lothar die at Blackrock, fought at the battle of the Dark Portal, helped to rebuild Stormwind.
etc. etc. etc. Adventures in the intervening years, fought the scourge, left for Kalimdor with Jaina, met Night Elves, held the line as long as possible as Hyjal…
Then just general adventures throughout the storylines in WoW itself.
Probably every other Paladin has a variation of this same story, but I like it. One of these days I may even write it all out in Novel format and post it somewhere as fan-fiction.
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I was a humble door to door magical broom sales man until I ate a plague tainted waffle and was raised into undead servitude to the Lich King. It was decent work and the perks were OK, but then I got a better office in middle management by joining Sylvanas and the Forsaken.
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Oh you want a story huh… big fella??? yeah you like that wouldnt you
Doggy Snizzlefacts was the LARGEST dog in his kennel back in gnomergon! Many we’re jelous of his severe girth that they hated him every chance they got! “Doggy!!! I’m so upset with you that I WILL punch you.” He looked backed at the offender, “rough raff” he responds… Now he is a warlock climbing aszharas fortress INTERESTED in her pajamies
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I do, actually. Not much but eh, maybe I’ll work on it while servers are down.
A Worgen Balance Druid who has some affinity for healing, she’s often seen with Tsinga and helps the Death Knight with her wounds or gathering herbs. Where Tsinga is loud and confident, Bay is usually soft-spoken and unsure of herself due to her Worgen curse. Tsinga often shows her it’s not what you look like, but what is on the inside that counts. They compliment each other very nicely.
Studied under Rommath in the ways of magic, has family who resisted the call after the Scourge but stayed with the new Blood Elves (along with is sister Aederia, my priest).
Watched more friends and family join the Alliance as Void Elves, seriously hates what Sylvanas has done to the Horde and wonders if he’s on the right side, can’t wait to shove a Glacial Spike through Nathanos and oust the crazy Banshee and vote for Rommath to lead the Horde.
Was dating a guy but he now has tentacles and fights for the other side so we’re on a break.
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She was born in Winterspring and spent her early years there. She’s very loyal to her people, and actually appreciates her alliance allies though no one would guess because she comes across as bitter and unfriendly towards most.
My character is a high elf exiled by blood elves when she refused to turn to fel magic. She then found open arms in the Alliance. She now works to further her people, the Quel’dorei, and aid the Alliance in future efforts.
It hurts like Hell! I was lifting gold sacks from a treasure chest and turned the wrong way. I felt something dreadfully wrong in the small of my back. Oh, man, did that hurt. I’ve been laid up now for about two weeks. Hot pad, muscle relaxants, back rubs from hot to trot Goblin babes…nothin’ works. This really sucks. How the devil am I ever going to reach my goal of one million gold?
Tell ya what guys, you can help me out here. I’ve set up a GoFundMe account. Just send all your surplus gold to #Yerizzlesback hurts like hell.