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"A noble death or an eternity in exile, an easy choice."
âFull Nameâ
Thokhal Drakhan
âNicknamesâ
Exotin or 'Exile' in the common tongue.
âAgeâ
28
âGenderâ
Male
âSpeciesâ
Human
âNationalityâ
Once of the To'Ras Avvar Clan.
âAppearanceâ
Like most Avvar men, Thokhal is large in both height and width. While far from the largest among his own people, he does tend to stand out in crowds being 6'3 with very broad shoulders and chest. He often makes his large body the butt of his own jest as it is far from easy to navigate the undergrowth when they only come up to his knees. His long blond hair cascades down the sides of his face, but it is far from clean or well kept. His hair is wild, parts of it darkened with dirt or mud, and occasionally, a stick likes to find its way into the knots. It is not that he prefers it to be that way, as once upon a time, he preferred to have it braided and out of the way, but he has not had the time to take care of it, and even if he did, it would quickly return to its wild nature as he doesn't have the luxury of bathing everyday or even a simple brush.
Sharp crystal blue eyes are constantly on the look out for tiny details in his environment and seem to catch everything from underneath his thin dark eyebrows. His strong, pointed chin is covered in a small beard that is tied into a small point at the tip of his chin. His cheeks do have a very small layer of blond hair as it is hard to completely shave when all he has at hand is a wet knife to drag across his skin. His skin is tanned and leathery from years of being exposed to the environment and the harsh winters of the mountains. His body is not clear from scars either, a few stretch down his limbs, on his chest, as well as a large scar that runs down the right side of his nose towards his cheek. A tattoo stretches from underneath his left eye and wraps around his left eyebrow. He strokes it when in thought or lost. His smile is large and bright, but if he were to open his mouth fully, two missing molars in the back of his mouth would flash. Just like his smile, his laugh is large and loud. His deep, rumbling voice carrying over the air only broken by the occasional growls he lets out to show his frustration or annoyance in things and others.
Overall, Thokhal is attractive enough, for a barbarian, but he could use a bath. And a comb. And soap.
"I drink not to forget the past, the past is a part of us, remembered or not, but drinking does make it easier to bear."
âPersonalityâ
"Bearing the burdens of the weak does not make them stronger. They stand or they die. "
âSkillsâ
âĸ Hunter || A very skilled hunter who has survived off the harsh lands of the Frostback Mountains, Thokhal is well versed in tracking prey, setting traps, and learning the habits and manners of creatures, sentient or not.
âĸ Survivalist || He has spent nine years surviving in the mountains alone, hunting and forging for what he needs and trading it for what he cannot make himself. A single injury could lead to his death, a single misstep could cost him his life, but it hasn't. Thokhal has become a survivor, able to survive with only the barest essentials.
âĸ Avvar Warrior || Before his Exotin, he was a proud, if not young, Avvar warrior with a long military tradition. His years of scrounging and fighting for his life in the wilds have sharpened his senses. He is not the match of a fellow Avvar warrior as he has not had much reason to use his blade or one of those 'chevalier' from the south lands in a fair fight, but only a fool fights fair.
âLikesâ
⤠Beer|| Particularly dwarven beer, a luxury and vice he often dips into.
⤠Dwarves|| The 'Sons and Daughters of Korth', Orgrimmar is his destination of trade and his supplier of tools and beer. He likes the dwarves even if the are a crafty bunch, and Thokhal gets along far better with dwarves then he does humans and is far more inclined to trust them before he would trust a human of elf... Dwarven merchants notwithstanding.
⤠Birds|| He has a particularly fondness for birds and will often watch them in his free time or feed him if he can spare the supplies.
⤠Shaman|| Or 'Magic Users', Shaman, for the Avvar, are wise men and women with the power to communicate with the spirits as such they are afford a certain level of respect and admiration. While Thokhal doesn't believe the men and women of the lowlands known as 'mages' are as wise as the Shaman of the Avvar, he still treats them with respect and enjoys their company when the rare chance presents itself.
⤠Baked Goods|| Thokhal loves baked sweets from cookies to pie. It is a very rare luxury that he doesn't often get to enjoy, but when he does, he tends to hoard it and gorge himself until his stomach is loathing him.
⤠Learning|| He has always had a large love of learning and exploring. He enjoys his trips to Orgrimmar and his, very, occasional visits to Ferelden. He adores stories, real or conjured, and will stop to ask someone who is more 'learned' then he the names of things or their purpose.
â Dislikesâ
â Words|| Thokhal cannot read, and it frustrates him when he sees a book or sign and has to ask someone what it says. Because of this, he is not used to many of the more... sophisticated words that people enjoy to use and knows no other languages besides what he refers to as the 'common tongue'.
â Prisons|| No being is meant to be in a cage. Death is preferable.
â The Chantry|| On his few visits to Ferelden, he is often targeted by Chantry members due to his difference in religion and beliefs. He finds them both arrogant and annoying.
â Cities|| They smell. Orgrimmar is the exception.
â Most Lowlanders|| He does not enjoy the way they eye him or turn their noses up at him.
â Gold|| Far too many people destroy themselves over some shiny metal. He understands its value, but he is not fond of what it also brings.
"Gold is of little use to me. I prefer the system of barter. I have this, you have that. I can do this. You need this. Simple. Clean."
âHistoryâ
"My crime is my own, it is my weight to bear. My curse to atone for."