Finally, write a quick paragraph, describing your character doing something typical to them. (This is to help us get a feel for how you play, so make it something you might type in RP.): Arkoth was surrounded by a platoon of alliance soldiers,theyr commander was a a tall and bulky draenei in plate armor, the rest were humans and night elves. Draenei Commander: "Lay down your weapon,orc! We have you surrounded! There is no way you can get out of this one alive! Surrender and your death will be quick." Arkoth:"Huh, well that's hardly fair. A whole platoon versus The Juggernaut? You need at least a company of a hundred men just to keep things interesting." Draenei Commander:"Suit your self. Prepare to die mongrel!" Arkoth takes an unusual stance with his left arm extended in front of him and his right arm in the back holding his axe above his head. They all started laughing at him because of the silly stance. In a fraction of a second Arkoth throws his axe as fast as an arrow connecting with the large draenei chest. The axe cut deep past the plate of armor digging itself deep in the draenei's rib cage. He died instantly covering the few poor sods that were standing next to him in a shower of blood. Everyone looked terrified at the pile of flesh that used to be theyr commander. Before they realised what has happened Arkoth was already on the move, already starting to break bones,to tear apart,to rip off limbs bare handedly. It was a blood bath, members and guts flying everywhere. Arkoth....His eyes....His eyes were red, filled with rage...The night...Filled with screams.
A few hours later another patrol was passing through the same spot. The first thing they saw was an orc sitting on a pile of corpses sharpening his axe. " YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS YOU FILTHY ANIMAL!" screams the platoon's commander. Arkoth gets on his feet, and takes an unusual stance with his left arm extended in front of him and his right arm in the back holding his axe above his head, on his face, a blood thirsty grin.
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