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  1. Orgog tossed the last corpse onto the pile that had amassed during the long day of fighting. Nearby peons were already sifting through the heap of mangled limbs and bodies. He had told them at the day’s start what he sought from them. The feckless runts tentatively cut ears and stripped bones from the dead. Satchels were filled with either the pointed elf ears or the clean bones found amongst the fallen. The ears would go to the Grim. A pair for each dead elf. One to prove the kill, and one for the crazed rouge to have. The bones, however, would be given to the great gladiator of the Frostwolves as a tribute. The gladiators would spread the word throughout the Horde that Orgog Strongaxe was the scourge of the Kaldorei. Five hundred night elves slain in one day. The Alliance would learn soon that the name Strongaxe means death for all. One of the peons gagged when a particularly rotten corpse fell apart in his hands. Orgog watched the pathetic scene for a few seconds. When it was clear the worker would not continue his task, Orgog made for him at a swift pace. The gagging neophyte looked up just as Orgog’s boot collided with his face, shattering his nose. The peon yelped and clutched his broken nose, writhing on the already blood-soaked ground. “On your knees, maggot. You have bodies to sift through,” Orgog said in a flat, disinterested tone. The sniveling whelp slowly picked himself off the ground and returned to work. The dishonorable runt worked diligently under Orgog’s red glare. The rest doubled the pace of their cutting and bagging. When the task was complete, Orgog had the bags put into two carts and dragged off, one to the Orgrimmar portal, and one to his wyvern, to fly back to Frostwall. When he was not a few minutes out at sea, a crossbow bolt buzzed past his wyvern, narrowly missing the beast. Orgog turned toward the origin of the bolt, and saw an Iron Horde vessel floating off the coast of the isle of Ashran. He grunted in mild exasperation and pushed his armored mount into a swift descent. Once he was within range of an easy shot, he dove off the wyvern and crashed onto an orc with a sickening crunch. The soldier’s neck snapped, and Orgog charged off to fight the rest. An arbalester. The crossbow never lifted from his hip before Orgog’s sword passed through his throat. A quick twist and a pull, then Orgog barreled down on his next target. And so it went for a few minutes of glorious slaughter. From topdeck to the lowest deck on the ship, the paragon of clan Strongaxe slathered the vessel with orc blood. An amusing distraction, but it was over as soon as it began. The Iron Horde was weaker than Orgog had ever imagined, and they were growing weaker. After rigging the ship’s engine to explode, Orgog turned to depart. He was stopped by the sound of a weak voice. “You…strange green orc…,” she said crawling from the corner, bloodied and broken, “You fight with honor…with purpose…yet you are not one of us…why did your kind side with others…over your own kin?” Orgog looked down on the dying orc with eyes lacking mercy. “You are not my kin,” he said, “You threatened my homeland, my entire world.” Orgog moved in front of the orc and crouched down. He grabbed her hair and tugged her head back so she would look him in the eyes. “No weakling may live to threaten me or my kind while I yet breathe. Take my words to the next life. I am Orgog Strongaxe, Stone Guard of the one true Horde, defender of Azeroth, slayer of dragons, and scourge of the Alliance. I will paint the world red with the blood of any fool enough to challenge me.” Then the snapped her neck.
  2. Full Name: Chinasu Strongaxe Nicknames: "Chi" Date of Birth: July 21 Age: 16 Race: Orc Gender: Female Hair: Purple, cut into a line of top-knots Skin: Light green, fair complexion Eyes: Ocean blue Height: 5' 9'' Weight: 145 lbs Place of residence: Orgrimmar, Valley of Strength Place of Birth: Hammerfall, Arathi Basin Known Relatives: Ogrian, her eldest brother. Orgog, her older brother. Salag, her father. Megami, her mother. Religion/Philosophy: Ancestor worship, shamanistic. Follows Thrall's philosophies. Occupation: Shaman in training. Group/Guild affiliation: Member of Sanctuary Guild Rank: Initiate Enemies: N/A Likes: The outdoors, animals, and working with her hands, (especially in brawls). Favorite Foods: Any kind of fish. Favorite Drinks: Moonberry Juice Favorite Colors: Red Weapons of Choice: Hands or axes Dislikes: Cramped spaces, pollution, and needless killing. Hobbies: Brawling, travelling, and trying new food. Physical Features: A young, stoic looking orcess. She wears her hair in a line of braids, and has only two earrings for jewelry. Her green skin is of fair complexion, marred only by dirt and mud from her time in the wilderness. Her eyes are brilliant ocean blue, and always gazing off at something far away. Her body is well-toned and developed into an athletic orc woman's build. Her hands are well-used and tough. They always seem ready to leap into action is need be. As strong as her body looks, it isn't half as powerful as her connection with the elements. Those who can sense spirits can tell she has spent much time communing with them. Her aura blazes like a wildfire, and the air crackles like ozone. Special Abilities: As a shaman, she has learned so far to channel each of the elements in a crude fashion, which bolsters her brawler fighting style. She is also able to mend wounds with the power of water. Her connection with the spirits and the elements is well-toned, even more so than her athletic body. With the elements on her side, she will make a great warrior someday. Positive Personality Traits: Always willing to help those in need, usually selfless, and has respect for nature and all that lives in it. She is accepting of all kinds and creeds, even those she finds less trustworthy. Negative Personality Traits: Impatient, easily annoyed, aggressive, and does act selfish in that she will ignore other’s needs if she can get in someone’s face that she doesn’t like. Can hold long grudges. Not a big fan of organization and structure, and can be disrespectful to superiors. A partial believer in might means right. Misc. Quirks: Doesn’t wash to get clean, so she us often dirty and smelly. Mocks people’s poses without thinking about it. Played by What Famous Person: Me. Duh. Theme Songs: “Firebender Training” from Legend of Korra History: Born in an internment camp and raised in a Horde ruled by Warchief Thrall. Chinasu learned shamanistic arts from her mother and the values of being a warrior from her father. Her brothers were distant a lot of the time, and she spent much of her childhood exploring the wilderness of Durotar and the Barrens. When she became older, her father and brothers were always out at war and her mother was busy tending the wounded, so she chose to attend speeches by philosophers among the tauren. The ideology of Thrall became her lifestyle. She respected life, and fought only to protect home and to help people in need. She believed in balance, rather than brutish war making. This is what eventually led her into trouble with the Kor’kron, the faction her brother Orgog was a soldier in. He left Garrosh’s service, but not because Garrosh had betrayed the Horde. He left because he though relying on the sha was a sign of weakness. Chinasu never understood her brother’s desire to slaughter humans. She did not know of the terrible things that happened in the camps when she was a baby. Eventually, her desire to help peace bloom led her to Sanctuary.