Duntuk

Fearless.

Unrelenting.

Brutal.

Duntuk Icegore represents the wrath of the Horde in every aspect, from his brutish demeanor, to his zero-tolerance attitude towards any form of crime within the Horde - regardless of race, or setting. In life he served the wicked Horde of the First War, and with his free will restored, he serves and polices the Horde in the name of the Warchief. Although he bears the shame of formerly being a juggernaut of the Scourge and a soulless killing machine, he now defends his people and faction...

And he intends on defending them until he is one with the earth below is feet; for not even death has stopped his servitude to the Warchief, nor the path of terror he has mangled and tore for the past one-hundred years of his life.

Personality
Duntuk can be regarded as cold, hateful, and fearsome in demeanor to those whom he is not familiar with. He prefers to keep an image of respect and authority - oftentimes considered one of loathing and hate, but respect and authority, nonetheless. He is savage and abominable when threatened or insulted. Duntuk indeed prefers to reduce those who challenge him in any manner to a pile of bloody limbs, than to have his integrity insulted. To those which he would regard as familiars he can be found to be somewhat humorous, friendly, and in very rare cases, kind and compassionate.

Duntuk is not racist by any means. He sees a friend in those who display might, and a foe/lesser being in those who cower and show weakness. Be it elf, tauren, undead, or troll - those with great inner and physical strength will find a staunch ally in Duntuk Icegore.

Appearance
Bulging, scarred muscle seems to be constricted under dark-gray, frostbitten skin, long-unused, swollen and still veins pushed and constricted between the two. He is a fine physical specimen. Not an ounce of fat can be seen on his body, and his body is well preserved, despite being 'dead' for a number of years. Numerous scars streak across his skin, ground into his body like the tracks of a Scourge meat wagon. Although he does not require the need to eat or exercise now, his cyclopean frame and gruesome scars tell the story of his life, a life of war and chaos.

His facial features have been well preserved, alabaster cheekbones and a bit of decay around his lips being the only exception. He typically keeps what hair he has left pulled back into a topknot, and sports a pair muttonchops, frozen in time from his last moments alive.

Typically, Duntuk can be seen sporting worn, well-crafted plate armor, adorned with spikes and trinkets such as a mess of human skulls, large and small - tied to his belt. When not buried under heaps of cold steel, he tends to wear a more traditional outfit, such as a sarong, paired with obsidian war beads wrapped around his massive forearms and a fearsome set of ritualist horns, or a lupine cowl.

Combat
Duntuk is a fearsome opponent, always wielding some sort of barbaric weapon, brute strength, and the abilities of a death knight in battle. He is also well trained in mag'hari grappling and hand-to-hand combat, making him a dangerous opponent in close quarters. He possesses an uncanny talent for manipulating the cold, having spent many years trapped in ice. Such things pale in comparison, however, to his expertise with weapons. Although typically seen using an axe, he is also known for wielding clubs, swords, and spears with deadly efficiency. Although he refuses to teach other races his hand-to-hand combat techniques, he does not mind instructing and training others upon request, in hopes of creating a new generation of deadly combatants for the Horde.

Early Life
Born into a clanless, roving band of bandits and raiders, Duntuk had everything bestowed upon his keen mind, from a mastery in small-scale, skirmish battle tactics, to a rather vast knowledge of warfare and combat, by his father. Surviving amongst his father's war band required such, as opposing the clans at that time - opposing orcs such as Blackhand while weathering the assaults and skirmishes between ogres and themselves, more specifically, required something other than brute strength.

His mother was a kind hearted, caring seer, and the matron of their mock "clan". The title 'matron' did not hold much meaning or salt to them, however, for the spirits held no sway over the bloodthirsty, marauding gang of orcs. This, however, would be their downfall, as at the young age of twenty, Duntuk was forced to watch his father and brother be executed, and was only spared after submitting to the might of the Sythegore Arm. It was here he would further his prowess in battle, and his tactical knowledge.

Mannoroth's Offer
Many years later, Duntuk had matured into a mighty, fearsome raider. It was at his peak that the tragic events which led to the orcs' damnation took place, and the blood of Mannoroth was offered to the clans and their chieftans by Grom Hellscream. While some of the orcs questioned such things before consuming the blood, Duntuk imbibed the cursed blood, cementing him as a member of the Old Horde. After ravaging and sacking draenei cities and settlements, his mind hazed with demonic bloodlust, he followed his fellow orcs to Azeroth.

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