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Revision as of 07:02, 18 March 2009

MXCoriginal.jpg
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

(More coming soon)