Megeda Dustrunner

Megeda Dustrunner (H)

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Full Name: Megeda Dustrunner

Date of Birth: Middle of winter around 17 years ago

Race: Shu’halo

Gender: Male

Hair: A mixture of grey and white

Skin: Yes, he has it

Eyes: Light Blue

Height: Approximately 9 feet tall

Weight: >1000 pounds

Place of Residence: Borrowed Time Garrison

Place of Birth: The Barrens

Known Relatives: Illois Dustrunner (Deceased) and Katawa Dustrunner (Deceased)

Occupation: Hunter and Mercenary

Group Affiliation: Borrowed Time, formerly Coldstar Merchant Co.

Known associates: Allies in Borrowed Time

Likes: Goblin gliding, field testing new technology, Leatherworking, Strawberries, and boisterous comrades who draw attention away from him.

Dislikes: Humans, (Most) death knights, Scourge, and mosquitoes

Positive traits: Loyal, dependable, good listener

Negative traits: Impulsive, naïve, violent, and doesn’t know when to clap

Physical appearance:

Megeda is a young tauren with a heavy build more suited towards heavy labor. His eyes are a light, piercing blue and his brows are almost always furrowed, giving his face a permanently analytical expression. His fur is grey and white, giving him a slightly aged appearance

History:

Megeda was still a child when the Tauren finally bested their enemies with the Horde’s help and settled in Mulgore. Born to a family of forward scouts he was raised in the nomadic style, learning to hunt, stalk, and scavenge so that nothing went to waste while his people roamed Kalimdor. When the tauren began laying down their roots in Mulgore, his father found a quiet patch of land and retired his bow in favor of tools to tend the land.

Up until his teens, Megeda worked with his father as a farmer to provide food and other supplies for the nearby village of Kaur’he. When he was of age, Megeda took his first trip outside of Kalimdor to use his skills for greater profit by joining the Coldstar Merchant Company and send his earnings back home. For a short time, the gold helped his father hire more help than his son could provide and his family’s farm prospered. Everything changed when a lone death knight suddenly appeared.

By the time Megeda returned home, he found a village filled with slaughtered and tainted guards awaiting their last rites, his father was one of the unfortunate souls that had been claimed. Wracked with grief and rage, Megeda was given no choice but to manage the farm in his father’s stead as the corpses were cleansed of the undead taint left behind. He visited the captured death knight where she was being held and to his horror, found that those who had been slain and corrupted with dark magic to serve as the knight’s thralls were merely a warning to an outside force known as the Grim. His people had been slain just to grab attention, his people were nothing but bait. Unable to comprehend the undead’s logic for the act; Megeda left her to her fate to carry on in his father’s stead.

When the death knight escaped her own execution, Megeda abandoned his father’s farm and set out to bring her back, only to find that he was far too late to confront her in Winterspring, and far too late to save the other tauren in pursuit. With the crushing disappointment came the grim realization that such a battle would have gotten him killed and resurrected just as the other fighters had in Kaur’he. Unable to live with sitting idle, Megeda began his training to avenge the fallen.

Megeda took as much as he could from the company, procuring weaponry, a vehicle and an edge to make up for his lack of experience. The stimulant known as Cram allowed for the rapid development of muscle memory, allowing Megeda to observe the feats of greater hunters and mimic them with a higher rate of success. He worked with the Argent Crusade and the Aldor of Shattrath to procure vital supplies for slaying unholy creatures be they demons or undead. Despite his actions, it was not enough to bridge the gap between himself and his quarry.

The haze that had hung over him for months began to lift and the young tauren began to realize his situation. The drug that had allowed such rapid development was now something he could not live without and in lieu of vengeance he had vented his anger on any human that crossed his path outside of Hearthglen. He realized he had hit rock bottom when the orc rogue, Karthok, identified his wretched state as something to be used and brought him into a plot to destroy the Mercenary guild known as Borrowed Time. Hearing way the orc’s joy when talking about murder and torture disgusted Megeda. Even being associated with such people brought on a fit of self-loathing that was only cured by confronting their target.

As fortune would have it, Megeda stumbled into the target of Karthok’s plot and in the chaos of a bar fight, allowed himself to be captured. The reappearance of Karthok made the explanation unnecessary but still earned him a measure of trust from the mercenary, Cobrak. That trust turned to much needed aid in helping Megeda remove his dependency on the drug and more importantly, tempering the hatred that had lead him to such desperate acts in the first place. Megeda still struggles with his loathing of the human race and his addictions, but has devoted more of his focus to Borrowed Time and the larger problems that plague the world still.

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The hunter smirks as he rolls his pipe in his mouth, "Damn kid, iffin 'e wuz an orc I'd think 'e wuz meself reincarnated...I kin think o' few who know wut tha pain 'e's got goin' on." Cobrak leans back, eye closing. "Heh, times like when I found that calf in tha Tavern, showin' 'im more than jus' revenge...makes me glad ta do wut I do."

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"Anyone who can bitch slap Cobrak and keep their hand afterwards should know that they have earned a respect greater then any medal. We have fought our fair share of battles together and he does not cease to surprise me. He hides the quick wit and even quicker trigger finger behind the exterior of such a gentle being. I did not know him or his problems before I met the tauren I know today but I find that having him around as a friend and companion is comforting. He is a part of this family Cobrak's got going after all." Faelenor nods before remembering something, eyes wide with excitement. "Then there's that nuke he has....I need it!"

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"Meggy? Oooooh, he is jus soooo cuuuute!" Paiyuna cackles, "Gonna makka sum lucky girl happy, I can tell!"

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"The strong silent type, from what I've seen. But trustworthy none the less, I know he has our backs in a fight. And anyone who can slap our leader and get away with it is pretty amazing, huh?" She smiles mischievously, waggling her eyebrows.

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"Ahhh, Meg!" The young orc laughs, tipping a beer back into his sweat-rimmed mouth, a towel hanging over his shoulders. "Hah, he's a right good guy, sort of the whole 'strong and silent' type....tends to borrow my inventions ithout askin'....but I don't mind none." His muscular shoulders upturn in a shrug, still smirking. "He uses 'em right an' what they're intended to be used for."

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((Then, everything changed when the death knight attacked!))

The death knight Brinnea would sit in silent contemplation. "Megeda is...," she would begin, "...He is myself. Everything that ever happened to me, all of the hate and violence, it has only been passed from one to another. He was a victim of a terrible crime. He was robbed of his family and home, as much as I was. It's a cycle of hatred, that's just the way life works. But I can't stop thinking about him. About what  did to him. I have become the very thing that robbed me of everything I loved." She would pause, looking off into the distance with a far-off look in her eyes. At last she would continue, "I know that nothing could ever make him truly happy again. There is a void in his heart that I caused. Killing me wouldn't make him feel any better. It would just be one more murder on his conscience. Yet...I feel that every day I live on is a day he has to live without closure for everything. He deserves his vengeance. And perhaps I should grant it to him. If only I could."

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