MXCoriginal

Marcus Xan Crug Originalus
Game Name	MXCoriginal
Race	Orc
Gender	Male
Class	Warrior
Professions	Mining Skinning
Guild	Alea Iacta Est

Mining Skinning

Physical Description

(Work in progress)

Personality

MXCoriginal is an awkward character. For starters, he has a constant fear of sneezing inside his helmet, to the point at which he refuses to wear helms, and stick with hats(preferably his Brown Brewfest Hat). He is also deftly afraid of mages.

He also has a bad reputation with the Blood Elves, which rivals his reputation concerning the Alliance, namely the gnomes. This may be due to several skirmishes with the high elves about 3-5 months before Sylvanas was killed.

A confrentation with a centaur clan left him without a sense of smell.

History

Marcus Xan Crug Originalus was born in a small orc village located in Dun Morogh. It was a peaceful village, who often traded with Dwarf merchants.

Childhood

As a child, Marcus's father taught him how to use an axe in the forest, to which he quickly mastered. He loved to wander about in the forest behind the village, and dreamed of one day venturing past the mountains he woke up to each morning. The Dwarves were what most facinated him, though. They were only slightly bigger than himself, and yet decades older. They were unlike anything he'd ever seen before. The dwarven translator always had a story to tell with the older members of the village, and young Marcus would sneak under the caravan every now and then to listen to their stories of faraway lands where you didn't need to wear a woolen shirt every day and places where the beasts grew to be bigger than a human!

Of course, eventually he learned of the constant fighting between the orcs and the humans, but his little village was in the middle of nowhere, and the thought of people hating each other to the point of murder confused his young mind.

Early teens

After his eleventh birthday, Marcus began to discuss his dreams of exploration with his father and the village elder. Of course, due to his age they were skeptical and sought out to protect him and the other children from the threats posed by the outside world. However, it was his mother who saw something in him. In his eyes was a longing to explore, not the eyes of a magician or a monk, or a merchant, but a warrior. They were the eyes of his grandfather, who once aided in the defence of his home town for three days from an entire clan of ogres, who fought without remorse. She saw those eyes in her son. Young Marcus was not destined for the village.

Although the dwarven traders begrudgingly refused to take a 14 year-old orc child with them on one of their treks north, after much bribery and a free chicken they eventually settled on dropping him off with a small, northern-borne troll caravan in Loch Modan to avoid and possible confrentation with humans, before being on their way. To this day, Marcus has never returned to his original home.

Late teens

(More to come)