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Damian was a late child.. Youngest of the three. Damian’s parents had him when they were nearing their forties.. Which is not a common occurrence. Although Damian was the youngest, his two brothers never made life any easier.. They wished for him to taste the real world, and to learn through his own experiences. His father was a cruel but kind soul. On the outside he was a wall, with no emotions.. However, on the inside he loved all three of his children, and their prosperity was the most important thing for him. Damian is a born and raised Highlander, however, he never did dwell deep in to religion, to him, the most important seemed what is in the present. And he considered that the past should simply be a good story... Although, that does not mean that Damian did not know where he came from, and who his creators are. When Damian was young, his father would sit him and his two brothers around an old dusty fireplace, and would tell them stories of their peoples’ creator.. Horen. And of the stories when they fought for years upon years defending the very land they stand on today. Damian’s father lived up until his sixties and passed away in his sleep.. And his mother.. Well, a tough nut to crack.. It took her another fifteen years to follow her husband.. Both his father’s and mother’s death affected Damian, but deep down he knew that now they are on the Seven Skies as the he learned from his fathers’ stories.. And now, Damian is a thirty two year old man, living to serve his people and protect his city.

Born and raised in Krugmar he was just like any Orc, full of spirit and will to fight. Ever since young age he all way's challenged other Orc's, often older then him for a spar. As expected the older Orc's were ruthless to him during spar's this made Aslaar realize how cruel the world was, but it also allowed him to thicken his skin. His true passion in life was to become a fighter known by the whole world. To one day be head of Krugmar, but those were only dreams of a young little Orc. As he started growing up he realized there is more then fame and glory. He had to put food on the table for his mother and father. Since as they got older they couldn't work any more, or take care of their food. The only person helping him in keeping the household together was his brother. Aslaar and his brother were inseparable. Sometimes late at night his brother and him would sneak out and go to the training grounds to polish their skills. So now, the only person Aslaar can be thankful to is his brother, for helping him archive his goals of becoming a strong warrior. As year's went by his parent's got sick, deadly sick. The first to die was his mother, she died in peace, sleeping. But his father on the other side died in pain and agony, Aslaar remember's his fathers' last word's very well, he said "Latz bub'hozh mi kub." Aslaar was stunned by finally getting recognition from his father. As his father said those word's his body lifelessly just laid there. But Aslaar didn't cry, he turned all his sadness in to passion, a passion to make his childhood dream's come true! (( And this is where the story continues if my application is accepted :D )) PS: I have played another RolePlay server for 3 year's, so I am very experienced with roleplaying.