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(OOC) Mc Name: shancker Discord Username: shancker#0392 Timezone: GMT-4 (Atlantic Time) Best time to contact you in game: Usually quite active in the evenings on weeknights. (RP) Rp Name: Yegoth Race: Goblin Gender: Male Age: 18 Relevant Experience: Though Blah is my first language, I understand the common-tongue (and can speak it with some difficulty). I can survive alone in the wilderness indefinitely, and possess the remarkable talent of pattern-recognition inherent to my kind. Please provide a brief statement in regards to who you are as a person: I am a young Goblin who is determined to prove their worth. While I am clanless, my mother belongs to the intellectually focused clan of Yar. She raised me in the library of San’Azkag, pushing her kub to pursue challenges of both mind and body. Working in this field can allow me to develop the skills needed to become Yar, while also providing aid to those in need. ((This theme would be a lot cooler with noir style revolvers, **** techlock!))
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Azhug’s father was not his mother’s lifemate; rather, he was a miserable whelp who came into her life as quickly as he had left. When Azhug was born, his mother, gazing upon an unimpressive cub, knew that her other mates would have him culled if he did not gain weight. Despite his mother’s best efforts, as the years passed, Azhug still didn’t meet the expectations of his peers. It was only a matter of time until something would have to be done about him, and so his mother decided to let the wilderness decide Azhug’s fate. When he was kicked out of his home, he knew that he would never again be able to rely on others to survive. Despite the odds, he eked out an existence in the wild. Willing to eat just about anything, and eager to prove himself, Azhug eventually realized what little potential he had. In 1513, at fourteen, he returned to the War Uzg to stay. Azhug found that his kin were far too busy in their war against the Dwarves to give much attention to him, and he easily rejoined their ranks by participating. The war was just coming to its end, and he earned his own sliver of glory by killing a young Dwarf. Almost as soon as Azhug had become a true Uruk in the eyes of his people, the world was accosted by a worm of unfathomable size. He did not join the others in their sorrow over the loss of their home, for his time in Athera was a miserable chapter he wished to forget about. As he set foot on the foreign soil of Vailor, Azhug felt excited to begin his life as an Uruk.
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Azhug’s father was not his mother’s lifemate; rather, he was a miserable whelp who came into her life as quickly as he had left. When Azhug was born, his mother, gazing upon an unimpressive cub, knew that her other mates would have him culled if he did not gain weight. Despite his mother’s best efforts, as the years passed, Azhug still didn’t meet the expectations of his peers. It was only a matter of time until something would have to be done about him, and so his mother decided to let the wilderness decide Azhug’s fate. When he was kicked out of his home, he knew that he would never again be able to rely on others to survive. Despite the odds, he eked out an existence in the wild. Willing to eat just about anything, and eager to prove himself, Azhug eventually realized what little potential he had. In 1513, at fourteen, he returned to the War Uzg to stay. Azhug found that his kin were far too busy in their war against the Dwarves to give much attention to him, and he easily rejoined their ranks by participating. The war was just coming to its end, and he earned his own sliver of glory by killing a young Dwarf. Almost as soon as Azhug had become a true Uruk in the eyes of his people, the world was accosted by a worm of unfathomable size. He did not join the others in their sorrow over the loss of their home, for his time in Athera was a miserable chapter he wished to forget about. As he set foot on the foreign soil of Vailor, Azhug felt excited to begin his life as an Uruk.
