Character Information
- Character Name
- Crescenthorn Spirithoof
- Class
- Shaman
- Talent Specialization
- Enhancement
- Race
- Tauren
- Sex
- Male
- Age
- 158
- Physical Description
Physical/personality Description:
Now gray with age, his fur contains only a few splotches of black, and even those are swiftly changing color. He harbors identical scars, four across his face diagonally. His eyes are glazed over with white and he is blind, horns that resemble a crescent moon adorning his head, hence the name. The Spirit Champion(http://www.wowwiki.com/Spirit_Champion) has large muscles from training with the spirits and, despite his blindness, has a great aim. He is seemingly always excited and happy in some way and has tendencies to find trouble. Quite stubborn. He slowly warms to strangers and can seem depressed and uncaring for those who don’t know who he truly is. He is honorable, trustworthy, respectful and loyal-when appropriate.
Reason for his blind eye:
After the siege on Stromgarde Keep he blamed himself for a fellow warrior's death. He knew that the soldier was hurt but chose to ignore it. For this, he punished himself, while in the form of a wolf, raking his claws across his face, accidently stabbing the sight from his left eye.- Character History
History:
Raised by the large tribe of Shaman, the Spirithoof, Crescenthorn has become someone well worth trust, someone honorable, respectful and loyal. His Tribe was accused of abusing the elements 50 years before his birth. They were exiled from the lands of Mulgore and the Tribe began to make its way South. One day, when they were near where Silthus is today, they decided to set up a camp and rest for a day. It was a mistake. During that night a tremendous explosion shook the land of Kalimdor, striking fear into the hearts of the Tribe. The next day they continued south, only to find their path to exile gone, and mountains at their back. With no where else to go, they settled on the coasts, building a large camp, even extending beneath mountains. Some unseen force kept them from venturing into the oceans and they took it as a sign for their protection. One day as they carved deeper into the crust of Azeroth using elementals they forced to their will they either unleashed a great beast chained within the ground or the elementals turned on them, though that is speculated. What is known is hundreds of the tribe was killed, not even their most powerful shaman could stop them. The Chieftain of the Spirithoof Tribe, Crescenthorn's grandfather, made a decision. The tribe would return to Mulgore. Crescenthorn and his older brother got along great, though they fought often. Sadly Snowfur Spirithoof did not make the journey. A few years after Crescenthorn's tribe settled on top of what is now Spirit Rise, Crescenthorn (now fourteen) left on a journey, but he himself knew not why. He was stumbling one night and he passed out in a meadow. He dreamt of his father and mother, there were others too; all the voices spoke in unison. They spoke to him of extremely powerful warriors, warriors that were shaman before. This so called “spirit champion” had become Crescenthorn’s aspiration. He was training for fifteen years, alone, secluded in the wilds of Kalimdor and Eastern Kingdoms. At one point, he journeyed to Draenor, or Outlands. He stayed there for a long time, though not of his own will. He was part of a group sent to kill a very powerful demonic Sorceress, he transformed into a ghostly wolf to get to her faster, but she only smiled, cursing him to spend eternity in that form. 120 years later she was killed and the curse was lifted. Days after his freedom, he received a note, saying all able bodied members of the Horde are to report to Northrend. He gasped. Gleaming with hope, he departed to these lands post haste, finding horrifying undead creatures no man, or Tauren should ever have seen. He hoped he may find his brother here, for the Lich King could reach far, and his brother may be among these lands. Convinced his brother was gone forever, he, nevertheless, did not let that stop him from living his life like his brother would have wanted him to. As far as Crescenthorn knew, he was the last of his tribe. Another day, while looking for a suitable place to rest, he rode his wolf into Stonard. There, he came upon a recruitment notice for the Blacktooth Grin. He recognized the name at once, though he only heard of it in whispers. He was convinced his Great Journey had ended. He had found what the spirits had sent him to find. Bouncing with anticipation, he ran off to join the Army of the Grin. He thought his journey was over. But he was wrong. This was just the beginning. Ever since joining the Grin he has begun to see visions of the future, none of them good. Hopefully these will help the Grin in their quest for conquest.- Alts
- Lake, Brazk
History
- Member for
- 1 year 28 weeks