Nickname or Title | Acolyte of the Sevenfold Flame |
Character Name | Shaijoku |
Gender | Male |
Race | Mag'har Orc |
Class | Blademaster |
Personality | A complex individual, Shaijoku’s psychology is shaped heavily by the events of his lifetime. Though young and proud, with a strong sense of purpose, as a Mag’har on Azeroth, there is a strong sense of disconnect; and thrust into a global political scene, while once accustomed to a small existence, has left him in doubt of many of his formerly strong-held beliefs, and questioning his own deep sense of honor. Though accustomed to loss, as any warrior rightfully should, there are strong themes of abandonment; coupled with being an outsider, he resorts to a policy of internalizing his own complicated feelings. Thus, to most, he appears callous, however soft-spoken; a good leader and decisive, though his process of thought is often inconsistent and his values as an individual seem malleable. To many of his kind, his mind is an odd structure; an unrelatable saga, as his own path is torn between the two timelines. Many nights, he feels he does not belong in either. With strict visions of masculinity, however, complimented by his own inclination to stay quiet, these are largely bottled, and almost solely expressed through either outburt or in combat. He pursues battle, and relishes the opportunity the channel his rage, or despair, into his purpose: the sole constant, which he has pursued since childhood - the only thing which, he is certain, can never change nor vanish. To become a Blademaster, one must be disciplined, and that he is, though perhaps wrongly-so; in battle, his blade’s precision slacks, and his blows before frenzied. Outside of battle, the only roles he can master are militaristic; without the structure of authority, without the respect of power, he would quickly crumple. He is unconnected, his insecurities lost in a torrent of frustration directed in a brief firestorm of anger only to die out, dull, and be quickly forgotten. Meaningful relationships are scoffed at, the idea of a mate is laughable; his troops and his Horde, however loved, are impossible to focus. He refuses to acknowledge his own deep-rooted frustrations, his guilt, and has built a life on the run from his own sense of disappointment, of inadequacy. He shouts louder than the rest, he strives to get bigger, to become stronger than the others; he compensates for what he refuses to understand he lacks. There are little redeeming qualities about Shaijoku, besides his willingness to commit, and his senses of loyalty and duty. But when that hardened exterior breaks through, on rare occasions, he often stuns with a deep insight and, sometimes, a powerful sense of inspiration and purpose. TL;DR • Bottles up his more complicated or vulnerable feelings due to an inability to confront himself and to maintain the appearance of a strong orc warrior. • These feelings often explode as anger, either in verbal altercations or violence; a popular vent for him is battle, but it can quickly undermine his own combat ability. • He often remains focused on his goal of becoming a Blademaster, which makes meaningful connection with others difficult. • He only knows how to play the role he chose; however, when this persona breaks, he is often deeply insightful or even inspirational, and generally down-to-earth. |
Aesthetic Description | A massive specimen of orcish strength, Shaijoku’s body is born from consistent, brutal training from an early age; even among fellow orcs he stands out, his body wrapped in taut musculature and dense, powerful definitions of bulging muscle. Every inch of his body has been built with the intent of absolutely control over strength and agility, both flexible and sturdy; each movement powered with complete precision. When he moves, he appears to windwalk; each light step punishing the earth with enough strength to kick up dense clouds of dust and shatter stones. His entire lower body is covered in a thick web of tattoos - relentlessly unfolding in aggressive, jagged lines that race over his legs and compound up into his groin. Along these glyphic decorations are boldly-etched runes, orcish, that depict the many names of fire, or the technique of motion: on each body part, the push or pull of that particular muscle it is etched upon it, listing the motions in thin scripture alongside these titles of which these muscles are capable of moving. In short, they acted almost as a walking dictionary to this particular representative of orcish anatomy. Though not a common site among the Burning Blade, it was common among his own extended family to decorate portions of their body of which they have completely mastered its use; those whose bodies were entirely inked often mastered the self-discipline to wield their bodies as a weapon, not unlike one of Azeroth’s monks. Besides a thick, bound topknot, his body is almost entirely hairless, cleanly shaved so the details of his tattoos, or his many scars, show through with clear transparency, both details worn with incredible pride. One such scar decorates his lower lip, only nicking the under his right nostril, leaving a rough, pink splotch. Like many orcs, his face is squashed, almost piggish; a heavy, black brow hangs thick over beady, auburn eyes that stare with acute intensity. His large nose, graced by a single spike through the short columella leers high above a wide, grinning maw, filled with sharp, ivory tusks, the leftmost braided by twin rings of engraved iron, each emblazoned with empty sockets, where gems once resided - both of which once graced the toes of ogre aristocrats (see: Ogre Toe Rings). Each ear, long and pointed, is nicked by black beads which hang low from his lobes; among them hang a variety of trinkets: a young goren tooth, draenei knuckles, the tip of a talbuk horn. While young, the variety of detail earned through his experiences already paints him as a veteran; and within the days to come, he eagerly looks forward to expanding his collection of scars and trophies, and continuing the dense scriptures of body lore; his body is a story, which shall continue to change until he worthy of his own legend. TL;DR • Strong SMORC. |
Eyes | Auburn |
Hair | Black |
Age | Adult |
Height | Average |
Weight | Average |
Lineage | The Burning Blade |
Locations | Draenor |
Home | Stonecrag Gorge, Nagrand |
Birthplace | Hallvalor, Nagrand |
Looking For Guild | No |
Notes | I'm a big fan of all role-play, provided the context is appropriate to the setting. I'm strictly lore-abiding. I've recently come back from a big break and am just now returning to role-play, so I'm always looking for new contacts. |
Categories | Action, Adventure, Comedy, Criminal, Drama, Dungeon Crawling, Exploration, Family, Freeform, Horror, Mature, Mercenary, Merchant, Military, Mystery, Nobility, Philosophical, Political, Primal, Religious, Romance, Social, Storytelling, Tavern, War, Other |
Setting | Public, Private, Group, Forum |
Combat | Emote, Dice, Duel, Other |
Storytelling | Yes |
Lore | Yes |
Game Handle | Blacktower |
Region | NA |
Game Faction—World of Warcraft | Horde |
Game Race—World of Warcraft | Orc |
Game Class—World of Warcraft | Warrior |