#arzog

Akirlia...

He was doing this for her. They had their fights {mostly consisting of Arzog losing himself to anger and bloodlust, and her crying as Aerleus held her closely} and too often did he find himself leaving, cooling off the only way he knew how: killing. The splatter of the warm blood of innocent creatures across his face soothed him, and the moment he had regained himself, he had known. He had known all along, since the first angered outburst. The troll had not been happy with the realization, but it was the only way Akirlia could truly be happy, even if it meant ripping his own heart out.

The man had thought himself a monster, and those thoughts caused his anger and guilt; Akirlia had been the most angelic creature he had ever laid eyes on, and to think that he had somehow won her heart and given him brief hope. But, no matter how much happiness he saw in her eyes, there was a sadness that he could only let haunt him. A sadness that he took her away from those she loved...because of who he was...because of what he was.

“We’ve arrived at Grom’gol Base Camp.” The words of the goblin captain were oddly muffled in the troll’s ears, his mind elsewhere, still upon the Draenei woman he had lost. Their mutual agreement to end the relationship had been on good terms; he had known that Aerleus had been madly in love with her from the beginning. His own best friend had made love to the one woman Arzog had truly loved, but he understood that Akirlia could no longer love the troll. He had asked Aerleus to take care of her, and in return, Akirlia had asked Arzog to see his mother again. It was something that had torn away at the troll since becoming free from the Lich King; Zen’jir, his mother, had not known that her only son was alive, and he did not want her to know he had become a monster. But Akirlia insisted he make amends with the only family he had.

Dismounting the zeppelin, Arzog’s Saronite Plate clanked together with each step he took, the hulking figure of the troll towering over almost everyone he had met. There were few taller than him, and those surrounding him stared with wide eyes. Lengthy tusks and vividly red hair were a sight to be held, and the swagger with which he walked had several taking steps out of his way to create a wide berth. Pale, glowing eye surveyed Grom’gol as he approached the center of the base, and he turned his head, raising his brows lazily.

“Alright, ya devils,” he called out, gaining the attention of the crowd that had began to congregate around him. Anxiety flashed across his features briefly, and he rolled his shoulders, playing it off nonchalantly. “Ah be lookin’ fer a lady here, ‘bout a foot shorter dan me, bright blue hair..ya might know h--”

“Arzog? Baby, be dat you?”

Silence ensued; a pindrop could be heard as the Death Knight’s eyes flickered to a tent, straight across the way from him. Those eyes were unmistakable, they were the very same as his own, save for the color. The woman’s were crimson, and tey were locked, unbelieving, onto his.

“Git yer sorry asses back t’ work!” she yelled, snarling at the crowd, who immediately returned to their stations, save for a child or two, staring at the odd-looking Death Knight, but the man and the woman paid no mind. Striking blue hair, split into three distinct crests with braids flowing down her back gave Arzog cause to know that this woman knew him.

“Yeah, ma, it be me...” His pale eyes found the ground, brow furrowing together. for once, his expression wavered, and an undeniable sadness overwhelmed him. “Ah...ahm sorry...”

He expected her to speak, to say anything, but what he didn’t expect was to be in her warm embrace...a mother’s embrace.

“Arzog, ya idiot, why didn’ ya come t’ me t’ let me know yer alive?” she murmured through choking sobs, the corners of her eyes prickling as tears welled up in her crimson orbs. “Yer cousins be sayin’ dat ya be dead...here ya are, alive.” She pulled away, her hands resting upon his face, thumbs rubbing against his high cheekbones, tracing a deep scar upon one of them. Her eyes bore into his, the scolding of a mother evident on her expression.

“Ah...Ah didn’ want ya t’ see me like...dis...” He paused, avoiding her gaze, shrugging his heavy shoulders. “Undead, a monster...Ah have t’ kill t’ survive...ma, Ah be so sorry...”

“Shut it, ya silly man. Ah still love ya, Ah always will,” Zen’jir replied, bringing her son into her embrace once again, running her hands through his braided hair. “Why don’ ya stay awhile, tell me what ya’ve been t’rough. An’ Ah won’ be takin’ no fer an answer.”

How'd they get it?: Kir gave it to him when they first met and to this day, she is the only one who calls him that

Age: 33

Date of Birth: August 21

Zodiac: Leo

Species: Troll

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

When did they realize this?: Since being able to know what sexuality was

Nationality: Zandali

Hometown: Stranglethorn Vale

Current Residence: Plaguelands

Occupation: Unholy Death Knight

For how long?: Since Arthas' reign

Do they like his/her job?: Nope, he wished he could be a rogue again

Salary: N/A

Abilities

If they had an element, what would it be?: Icy

Can they use it?: He is a Death Knight, so yes.

What animal best represents them?: Wolverine

Hand-to-Hand capability: Great

When did they start learning?: As a young boy, before choosing to become a rogue. The skill has stuck with him since.

Who taught them?: His mother.

Weapons training: Excellent

When did they start learning?: As soon as he became a rogue, first with daggers then with two-handed weapons.

Who taught them?: His rogue trainer, as well as his mother, and then the Ebon Blade later.

Physical strength: Excellent, he is insanely strong.

Speed: A bit slower, due to his sheer size and weight of his armor.

Planning: He tends to dive headfirst into conflict than actually sit back and think about it. However, it typically works for him, being an 8 foot undead troll usually scares the piss out of anyone.

Powers: He has all the powers of an Unholy Death Knight, occasionally a Blood Death Knight when the situation calls for it. He also has the stealth of a rogue though he doesn't use it anymore.

Family

Any significant ancestors?: Not that he knows of.

Grandparents (describe relationship): His maternal grandfather's died years before his birth of a lung disease. His grandmother is still alive, but at a very venerable age and is close to her death. She is the leader of the Darkspear in Stranglethorn, the title to be passed on to her eldest daughter, Arzog's mother. He does not know his paternal grandparents.

Aunts/Uncles (describe relationship): His mother had two younger sisters, a druid with the Cenarion Circle and a warrior who's currently in the Malestrom. He had a very good relationship with them in life, and he could only hope he would as well in death.

Parents (describe relationship): His relationship with his father is nonexistent. Jax came and left, all in one night, and the Death Knight could not even point him out in a crowd. However, his mother tells him he's the spitting image of his father. Arzog and his mother have a great relationship, though since being raised, he has not seen her because he doesn't want her to think he's a monster.

Are they still together?: They never were together.

Birth order: Arzog is the eldest, followed but a younger half brother and sister, both with different mothers than his own.

Siblings (describe relationship): He doesn't know they exist.

Nieces/Nephews: None, as of now.

Children (describe relationship): He never wanted children, so none.

Are all children with the same partner?: He never had kids.

Is their relationship with their children important to character?: Nope, he never had them.

Grandchildren (describe relationship): N/A

What is the character's family life like: He's very alone.

What does their family love most about them?: His humor was always something his family adored.

Hate?: His moodiness.

Does the family have a specific set of values?: No.

What would their family be described like by another person?: Broken

Have they ever had any pets?: A brewpup named Rascal.

What happened to them?: He still has him.

Relationships

Are they a virgin?: No

How did they lose it?: He had sex.

Have they ever cheated on a partner?: Naw

Has a partner ever cheated on them?: Technically yes.

How did they react?: He wasn't upset because he was a giant ass and believed he deserved it.

Who was their first crush?: A Night Elf woman he met in Shattrath when he was youngee

First love?: Akirlia

Have they ever been married?: No.

Divorced?: No.

How many times have they been married/divorced?: None for either.

Are they in any kind of romantic relationship?: He's too busy working on himself to even find time for someone else.

How serious/relaxed is it?: Usually they're pretty relaxed when he's in a relationship.

Describe the relationship with their current partner: There isn't one.

How did they meet?: N/A

Who made the first move?:N/A

How does your character truly feel about their partner?: N/A

When did they realize this?: N/A

Who is your characters closest friend?: Aerleus Sunsorrow

How did they meet?: As Death Knights.

Why do they get along so well?: After breaking free, they stuck together and their somewhat different personalities kept them with each other.

Describe relationship with any other significant friends:

Favorites

Favorite foods: Raw meat.

Least favorite food: Broccoli

Favorite colors: dark reds and greens.

Least favorite color: Blue

Music: Troll music.

Literature: Horror

Smell: Akirlia's scent

Feeling: Being accepted

Season: Winter

Pets: Rascal the Brew Pup

Place: Zangarmarsh

Favorite sport(s): He doesn't like sports.

Favorite Sayings: "You don't know what you have until it's gone."

Possession this character values most: A stuffed worg Akirlia got him at the Darkmoon Faire.

Why is it so important to them?: He's not quite over her yet.

Physical Characteristics

Height: 8 foot

Weight: 300lb

Body build: Muscular

Eye Color: Pale blue

Glasses or contact lenses?: None

Hair Color: Bright red.

Type of hair: Long, with a slight wave to it.

Hairstyle: Dreads

Complexion and skin tone: Pale bluish-green

Any particular blemishes?: Hell of a lot of scarring. Particularly nasty scar across his chest from where he was cut down upon death.

Shape of Face: Long and pointed, sharp cheekbones and brow.

Scent: He doesn't really have one.

Voice: Very deep, with the reverb of death.

Mannerisms: He does what he does.

Health: He's dead.

Style: Dark and imposing.

How do they walk?: He walks with a swagger, slightly hunched because he's too tall for actual doors.

What are their Nervous Tics: Tongue chewing.

Usual Body Posture: Standing up straight when he can, hunched most of the time to fit inside buildings.

Do they have any disabilities?: None.

Speech patterns: He speaks normally, sometimes with a hint of a purr, and a thick, trollish accent.

Preferred Clothing:

Underwear: None B) 

Shirts: He wears cloth shirts underneath his armor to prevent chafing.

Pants: Same as above.

Skirts: He doesn’t wear skirts.

Jackets: A thick fur cloak.

Shoes: None, his feet don’t require them.

Accessories: Some earrings along his ears, other piercings.

Formal wear: What is formal wear?

Sleeping wear: Nude B)

Swimming wear: Nude B)

Intellectual/Mental/Personality Attributes and Attitudes

Did they go to school?: If trolls have a school, he went to it. He also had rogue trainers.

Where?: Stranglethorn Vale

What did they learn?: The art of a Rogue

Did they complete the curriculum?: Yes he did.

What were their grades like?: He was hella good at it.

Native language: Zandali

Do they know any other languages?: Common, Akirlia taught him some Draenic and Aerleus taught some Thalassian.

How smart are they?: Smarter than average, he was always a clever man.

What is their strengths?:  Critical Thinking

Weaknesses?: Logical thinking, he tends to just go with what he’s feeling rather than using his brain.

Manner of Writing: He has messing, cramped writing that few can really read.

Any Mental Illnesses?: Minor depression.

Character's short-term goals in life: Finding himself.

Character's long-term goals in life: Settling down.

How does your Character see themselves?: It depends on the day, sometimes a monster, sometimes a good guy.

How does your Character believe they are perceived by others?: A monster by some, a cool guy by others.

How self-confident is your character?: He’s pretty confident for the most part.

What makes their self-confidence waver?: His depression.

What would embarrass your character the most?: When he loses control of his anger.

How does your character feel about love: It’s something he longs for, but something he doesn’t feel he deserves.

About crime: He’s forced to do it to satiate his bloodlust, so he doesn’t say much about crime.

Politics?: Fuck it.

People of a different sexuality?: He literally does not care, you do you.

Different nationality/race?: They’re all cool, for the most part, he’s weary of goblins and gnomes because he feels like he might accidentally step on one.

How does your character show affection/love?: He’s surprisingly snuggly and affectionate.

How does your character handle grief? He’s stoic, remains quiet.

What are they like when they cry?:  He can’t cry.

What can make them cry?: Animal death.

How does your character handle physical pain?: It doesn’t bother him, he just stitches himself right back up.

Emotional pain?: He’s stoic, like with grief.

Is your character typically a leader or a follower?: He’s a leader.

Are they 'big picture' or 'little details'?: He’s a ‘right here, right now’ kind of guy.

What kind of energy level does your character typically display?: He’s usually has high energy.

Describe their sense of humor:  Dry, dark, or sexual, depending on the person.

Hobbies: Drinking

Talents: Drinking a lot.

Extremely unskilled at: Sitting still.

If any, what musical instruments can they play?: He hasn’t played music since he was alive, usually stringed instruments.

Emotional Characteristics

How does character relate to others?: He has a hard time relating to others.

How does the character deal with anger?: He has violent outbursts.

With sadness?: He’s stoic.

With conflict?:  He tends to get angry.

With change?:  He accepts it.

With loss?:  He becomes very reclusive.

What does your character want out of life?: To find himself

What would your character like to change in his/her life?: To be actually alive.

What motivates your character?: Loved ones

What frightens your character?: Not much

Are they afraid of the Dark?:  Nope

Death?:  Nope

What makes your character happy?: Animals

Sad?: Loss of a loved one/close friend/pet.

Angry?: His own situation

Aroused?: Tugging at his tusks.

Annoyed?: Ignorance, especially toward him.

Guilty?: Killing to survive

Is your character judgmental of others?: Sometimes.

Is your character generous or stingy?: Mostly generous.

Is your character generally polite or rude?: He’s more or less a combination of both.

Optimistic or Pessimistic?: Pessimistic

Introvert or Extrovert?: Extrovert

Daredevil or Cautious?: Daredevil

Logical or Emotional?: Emotional

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: Disorderly and messy

Would they rather be working or relaxing?: Definitely relaxing.

How do they feel about animals?: He prefers their company to other beings.

They are most at ease when: Sitting at home alone with Rascal asleep on his lap.

Ill at ease when: Rascal has been gone longer than a day.

What is their best quality?: How much he cares.

What is their biggest flaw?: His anger.

Spiritual Characteristics

Do they consider themselves religious? No.

What religion?: He has none.

What God(s)/Goddess(s) do they believe in?: He’s an Atheist.

Why do they believe as they do?: Because if he would not have come back to life if a ‘god’ really cared to keep him.

How prominent is this in their life?

How far would they go in the name of their beliefs?: Not far.

How strictly do they follow the rules of their religion?: He has no religon.

Are there any things they do specifically they aren't suppose to?: Nah

Additional Notes on This Character: He’s a big grumpy baby.