He is a BAD MAMAJAMA… the end.
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Before death, Hella was a crazy psychopath who enjoyed killing all manner of things for the shiny quest rewards. After she died… she was still a crazy psychopath who enjoyed killing all manner of things for the shiny quest rewards.
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With Legion demons defeated, now the battle is living with herself, seeking the inner peace that is elusive because demon energy still courses within her.
Spending meditative time in Kun-Lai Summit helps. War still raging with the Horde does not.
Oh my god 
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I was nothing more than a nerd at Storm Wind University. Wouldn’t say I was anywhere near the end scales of popularity, no, those scales certainly didn’t tip in my favor.
I would constantly be berrated for my looks, I had a dorky aroma that filled the air whenever I walked into a room. Often described as the “quiet” type, I kept to myself & to my studies. I was just a girl in a frightening world on the hunt for knowledge, but what I’ve found was much greater.
At a young age, I’ve always found martial prowess peculiar, it was the one thing about me no one ever knew, besides Stacy. She was my best friend growing up, we’ve done everything together. From hanging out with Billy Maclure (before we realized his whole thing was to black mail people into making him Pork Belly Pie) all the way to semi-pro frisbee golf.
She found out about my calling in life, to wield the blade and cast me aside from everyone. Right in the middle of the court yard… right in front of… brad
Since that day, I swore to never befriend anyone of the likes who wouldn’t accept me for who I was. Never again I’ll pick up a book in favor of the blade. Never again, Stacy.
NEVER. AGAIN.
Crap… I meant to edit it and deleted it instead.
I did then I faction changed and server transferred. Now I have no idea what her story is. Except that Talanji is her Queen and not Sylvanas.
The tentacles were only part of the problem. Purple clashes with my mog
/ponytail flip
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The basics are:
- Orphaned during the War of the Ancients.
- Abandoned by her remaining family during the High Elf Exile. They wouldn’t take her with them.
- Joined the Sentinel Army.
- Trained in Druidry when the ranks opened to females.
- Currently a lone operator and exploring the world.
I was a young teen, the adopted niece of General Ranger Sylvanas. I was trained in combat, but when the scourge attacked, I was sent in the evacuation party; to protect those younger than myself. I took up the sword when I heard that she had been tainted by the scourge. When I came of age to depart New Silvermoon, I made it my life’s work to see that she either be restored to life or to put her down as mercifully as possible. In the meantime, I, along with a very small handful, still hold fast to the idea that she may one day be redeemed. Even if it does seem ever-fleeting.
There I was… minding my own business, grazing in the area now known as Eastern Plaguelands. Some war was going on between some humans and zombies. I wasn’t paying attention because I was hungry. Anyways, some dude in a bad mog killed me and the rest is history.
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He was a blood elf born to a lower class, and was never considered to amount to much. When the Lich King and his army invaded Quel’thalas his parents who did serve in the army, one as a priest and the other as a warrior were mercilessly cut down b the advancing scourge. He was almost of age when this happened.
With his mother’s training as a priest he also was devoted to the light, but yet was also informally trained by his father-warrior. He spent many months in anger and despair plotting his revenge on the Lich king. He fought with many of the other young boys who were also orphaned at the time, so much so, that he had to be removed from the orphanage and placed in a strict school of the light. There he happened to cross paths with Lady Liadrin who took notice of his rage and anger, but also his ability to wield the light with purpose and with skill.
She spoke with his charge and he was immediately placed into training to be one of the blood knights. There he harnessed the natural abilities that the light had given him and was able to understand what the term “retribution” really meant.
Thanks to lady Liadrin’s foresight into seeing more than the brokenness that the scourge had brought upon this young elfling, he has fought within her ranks and has become the blade of retribution to the scourge and to all that comes between him and his homeland.
Lightning struck a frozen drink left at a table on the beach side…suddenly I came into being.
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Stenchbone was a clerk named Nigel working in the Royal Excise Office of Lordaeron, tasked with spotting irregularities in tax ledgers, typically when dealing in trade with entities of neighboring Gilneas. Given the dishonest nature of Gilneans, he was indeed a busy man.
Not long after the plague spread through the Kingdom and the Scourge rose, he died with a letter opener in each hand, his throat torn out by a ghoul. Raised into undeath shortly after, the letter openers were still held in a death grip, and Nigel used them as makeshift weapons as he was sent around the Kingdom doing the business of the Scourge. Eventually the letter openers, and the battered claws of his hands, were ground blunt.
A pocket of living defenders managed to break him apart into immobility, and the wriggling remains of Nigel were tossed into an open grave with other destroyed Scourge. After a dreamless sleep of indeterminate length, Nigel woke up in a crypt in Deathknell, limbs wired and screwed back to a serviceable measure of mobility with a nice pair of somebody else’s hands sewn on at the wrist.
After a brief explanation from the nice giver of hands, he was informed of his current status as a freed undead being and offered an opportunity to serve Lady Sylvanas, the liberator of Lordaeron and leader of the Forsaken, in effort to find the brat prince Arthas and make him pay for killing good King Terenas and dragging Lordaeron into shadow.
Sadly, he was unable to find his nice letter openers, but found a pair of daggers to replace them. With the combat experience he gained as a minion of the Scourge, he practiced the arts of stealth and poisons and found them to be much more satisfying than dealing with tax-dodging Gilneans. Nigel was dead and, after giving a good look-over of his body for the first time since he was gnawed by that ghoul (and… sniffing himself), he took the moniker Stenchbone.
He is fiercely and violently loyal to the Dark Lady for not only liberating his people and leading them to their vengeance against Arthas, but the times she personally saved him from a final death.
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Chachi was a wild child and would wander off (or run away) from the Darkspear territory and eventually wound up at Razor Hill.
Easily bored, she kept migrating north until she three toe’d it to the big city of Ogrimmar. No more palm trees and fishing, this was the capital of Orc culture.
Chachi finally found an elevator and was obsessed with the giant flying ships tethered to the Zep towers and sneaked (as any Rogue would do) onto one of the Zeps, stowing away to some distant, forbidden city, the Under City.
Mind you, this Rogue Troll (or Troll Rogue) was only level 3 or 4, gaining levels just by the epic migration from her home lands. She started working part time in Brill and around Under City, helping the Foresaken with their endless tasks, leveling up and growing toward adult-hood level 60 back in the “good old days” of Vanilla Azeroth.
It turns out level 60 was only teenage years after numerous expansions and she ended up migrating from one new hub city to the next, seeing Azeroth and other planets, never afraid to step through a portal, or hop on a boat, if treasure (and mayhem) was on the other end of the trip.
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Tyrandesaur was originally a Priestess of Elune, one of the lower priestesses who helped to manage the day to day affairs of the main temple to Elune.
Until the day Azshara betrayed Her people for power, and the Demons came.
Bad things happened, and Tyrandesaur swore an oath of vengeance, that She would not rest until every last Demon in existence had been wiped out.
She hunted and fought the Demons who had escaped justice after the War of the Ancients, and fought in the battle of Mt. Hyjal. Afterwards, She heard what befell Illidan, and that he was seeking to continue the fight against the Demons, and joined him. Already unstable after her experience during the War of the Ancients, she sacrificed the last of her Sanity to become one of the Illidari and the ultimate Demon-Killing Machine.
Short version…
Parents died in Tanaris while doing archeology (attacked by indigenous animals) , she grew up in Gadgetzan watching the goblins take advantage of everything and learned the ropes of being a petty thief there.
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OMG, I was in a bubble for, like, evar? And then I, like, learned kun-fu or whatever? It’s been, like, really hard.
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I headcanon a backstory for all of my characters that I put any significant time into playing, whether I RP on them or not. I have backstories for this Death Knight, my Druid, my Warlock, my Zandalari Shaman, and my Orc Warrior.
Tyberim was once a Warrior who traveled the world during the pre-TBC era, and eventually made his way to the Plaguelands. He joined a party of Argent Dawn soldiers and led an attack on Stratholme in order to weaken the Scourge forces there. Unfortunately, one of the Argent Dawn recruits was a bit too cowardly to be facing this many undead, and he fled for the exit, managing to attract the attention of hundreds of Scourge.
The cowardly recruit was slain, and Tyberim and the other Argent Dawn soldiers were fighting against impossible odds and overwhelming numbers of undead. Finally, it was only Tyberim himself left standing, covered in wounds and barely alive. He was swarmed by a group of Skeletons and finally slain, but had killed so many Undead before he fell that Baron Rivendare ordered his body set aside for reanimation as a Death Knight. Several weeks later, he awoke in Acherus, and his story went from there.
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These are all great backstories. Got one for my main, unfortunately not on my laptop so I’ll share this guy’s.
Ulfarn grew up hearing tales of dragonslaying and the struggle of the darkirons over the course of their dark history. Wanting to provide a good and noble example for his people, Ulfarn set out with his best friend and companion Kaedwyn into the wild.
Calling themselves “trenchknights” as a nod to adventuring and fighting against impossible odds, the two friends set out into Azeroth to battle monsters and dragons, and hoping to make friends along the way.
Gruumo was captured as a baby by blockrock orcs mistaken for a human child.
He worked in mines until his mid 20’s and was always harrassed and tortured by orcs and fellow slaves for his short gnome size.
He used his inherent intellect to hone his muscles when swinging the pick axe, and after many years developed enough strength to break free while guards were sleeping, and everyone in his way got completely massacred.
He is now forever an arms warrior who focuses his abilities on doing the most possible damage with every swing to assist the alliance.