Gah'Mak(Application)

Name (your characters full name as well as tribe they hail from): Gah'mak GrimBone ScalpBiter of BloodScalp Tribe

RP status (how often you RP: sometimes, casual, quite often, all the time): All the Time.

Character Description: Ga'mak is of larger than normal height for Troll, standing at a solid 7'7", he casts a rather large shadow on others around him. His purple-blue skin contrasts very sharply with his bright green hair, which stands on end with the aid of natural grease and oil along with a sticky paste he makes himself. He is often seen with war paint on, a light green-blue mix running down his forehead, nose and chin with white running down his cheeks in elaborate swirls and stripes. His tusks jut down and out away from his face at about six inches. Upon closer inspection, you can see tiny engravings all around both tusks, each one having different and unique designs and pictures engraved from beginning of his mouth to the end of there carefully sharpened tips.
His eyes are a fiery orange,though they are usually glazed over with pain or exhaustion. When put into a stressful situation, such as an argument or fight, they've been known to gleam as bright as a bon fire. He is usually seen in his dusty mud-colored armor which he had fashioned himself using the skulls of his prey, armor he would loot from Westfall armories, and other nick knacks he would find along the road in Stranglethorn. He carries on his back two large turquoise-colored war clubs, which he had made from the strong and limber tree's of Stranglethorn and an untapped Sapphire deposit. He tends to both clubs obsessively, cleaning them frequently while mumbling a small champ, letting out small whoops spontaneously.
Along with his clubs is his large raptor-hide pack. He keeps this pack with him at all times, for it holds both his trophies and his wards against evil spirits. If you were to take the chance of looking into the pack, you would find dozens of shrunken heads. The heads, which are attached to a long brown jungle vine, are of varying sizes and belonging to various races. Tied onto the outside of the pack are three pouches and an orange stone-made bowl.

Character History/story: Gah'mak had a normal childhood for a child of BloodScalp. His Father Ger'nakir would take him out every day and teach him the ways of the hunter and warrior, taking down small game and learning to strip them of their meat and hide for further use. His mother Shmi'la passed down the traditions of the tribe, ranging from voodoo ritual to cannibalism. His size and strength made him stand out to the tribe chieftains, choosing to let him take the rite of manhood a year early. Armed with bow, spear and shield, he was cast out into the jungle to fend for himself for one month.
The beginning week was uneventful as he would sleep in the tree's, start fires only to cook his killed game, and shadow oblivious hunter cats as they stalked there own pray. As the last week of his test to manhood came, he stumbled upon a chaotic scene. Troll bodies strewn everywhere. Bringing his spear out instinctively as he stumbled around the war zone, he stumbled upon a wounded survivor bearing the mask of the SkullSplitter Tribe. Without a moments thought he let out a loud war cry before plunging the spear into the enemy's mid-section.
With a victory whoop, he thrust the spear deeper so that it would hold before crouching down, gazing at his work with triumph. Grinning widely, he removed his victims mask, only to fall back, screaming in horror. For the face under the mask was none other than his own father. With a terror that coursed through his very being, his father's dead eyes slowly glared up towards him, mouthing a single word. "Cursed!". With another sudden pang of fear and terror, he quickly moved to cut his father's head off, attempting to ward off the curse.
He ran through the jungle, screeching all the while as he held up his father's glaring head before arriving at where he was staying the previous night. With shaky hands and watery eyes, he began the process of shrinking his fathers head, sowing its eyes mouth and nose shut quickly in the hopes that it would keep the curse and his father's spirit imprisoned in it. Fearing persecution for what he had done, he set out of his camp with his fathers head, away from his tribe. All the while twitching, muttering and praying that he would escape from the horrible deed he had done.

Character Goals: Through all this muttering, mumbling and outbursts, his true goal can be heard once filtered from the gibberish he would frequently spout. He is looking for a place in which he can avoid curses, hexes, and death altogether. He wishes to live out his days and forget the past.
Character Dislikes/Phobias: He is extremely superstitious, and that in doing certain things, one must perform some sort of ritual or be cursed or haunted for not doing so. He is deeply mistrustful with people he does not know, especially elves, for he has personally never seen one. He hates murlocs with a passion, for there loud gurgling troubles him deeply. He has been known to break off from a group to attack them, even when not provoked. He fears flying greatly. Whenever he boards a Zeppelin or Wind Rider, he hugs the floor of the ship or hangs onto the poor beast,squeezing at its neck with all his might. His greatest fear is returning to the village of his birth. He believes that the village somehow knows that he had killed his father, and would attack him without a moments thought.

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