Name: Luitger Dunstan
Talents: Cooking, Fishing, First Aid, Blacksmithing, Mining
Skills: Improved Heroic Strike, Improved Rend, Improved Charge, Improved Overpower, Impale, Sword Specialization, Two-Handed Weapon Specialization, Sweeping Strikes, Weapon Mastery, Trauma, Second Wind, (Improved) Mortal Strike, Juggernaut, Unrelenting Assault, Sudden Death, Endless Rage, Blood Frenzy, Wrecking Crew, Bladestorm, Armored to the Teeth, Cruelty, Unbridled Wrath, Improved Execute
Secondary Factions: League of Arathor, Stormwind Guard
Titles: Orc's Reckoning, The Hundred Orc Slayer, Man-Orc, Orc Slayer, The Blade Wind, The Scythe
Status within your hometown: Honored
Appearance: Under his mask, he is a relatively clean-face man with dark hair and blue eyes. He has some scars on his chin and cheeks from training which is one reason he wears a mask on his helmet.
History: Few imagine that the man known as The Blade Wind, was only a few years ago just an ordinary home grown slacker. He had lived in Redridge through his childhood, adolescense, and young adult years with nary a care. He helped out with the farms and the herds, but otherwise kept to himself and did not commit to anything. Life was too short to work hard was his credo.
Than in his 26th year, the greenskins returned. He and his father were out hunting when one of the first Horde raiding parties entered their lands. He and his father had hidden away in the grass separately along a known game trail. He watched in awe as the Horde party appeared. Three Orcs had come looking for easy prey. His awe turned to horror as they found his father and pulled him off the ground by his collar. He had attempted to remain hidden, but not well enough. They laughed as he struggled to free himself, while making what sounded like jokes in their crude language. For them, this was sport.
What they did not know was that his father was a veteran of both the First and Second Wars and would not take this lightly. He pulled out his hunting knife and quickly stabbed his captor in the eye. Luitger was able to take out the other. The third, who had been the largest was enraged and lunged at him. "Father!" Luitger yelled. "Get going, boy! Warn the town!" he yelled back. "But!" "I said GO!" Luitger did as his father commanded, crying tears at his father's fate and his own 'cowardice'. It had taken his own father's example to make him act like a man.
However, it was in vain. Larger raiding parties of Orcs, Trolls, Tauren, and Forsaken had raided the town as well. By the time he arrived, they had already left. Supplies had been taken or burnt. Many people men, women, and children lay dead. Many had been ritually impaled or eviscerated as a reminder that the Horde had returned. His horror was multiplied to see his own mother impaled on a stake. He ran to her, only to have her touch his face one last time before the light left her eyes.
He silently helped bury the dead and begin to rebuild, but soon he was gone. His father never returned. He had changed completely in less than a day and knew he could not let this stand. He left to find his father's comrade in arms during the Second War. He had retired to the mountains and was known as renowned swordsman. He took the young man in and trained him brutally, thinking him a disgrace to his father's memory. Luitger would not give up. Soft flesh was molded into hard muscle. Happy go lucky eyes were changed to those of a grim resolve. From dawn to dusk, in all weather, he trained almost to the point of dying on some occasions. But still, he learned.
Three years later, he was released and told to carry out his goal: revenge. Although other races had torn apart his life, that Orc who took his father's life stuck out the most. He swore to kill every Orc he saw. No notions of compassion, mercy, or forgiveness would enter his mind. He entered his first battle in a raid in the Barrens. He and his unit of sellswords were in the first wave. Few were expected to live, but few counted on him. Where his comrades fell, he triumphed. As the charge began, he fell the Orcs in great sweeps of his bastard sword. His brutal training had allowed him to wield the weapon with far greater speed and strength than most men. When all was said and done, only he and a few others survived. However, all the Orcs lay dead. He went on to raid the Outposts and make the green skinned filth feel the pain he had. He would not rest until every last one lay dead at his feet. Male, female, and child alike fell to his wrath.
The tale of his cleansing of the Barrens was told far and wide through mercenary circles. Though he never picked a fight with anyone, many mercenaries chose to avoid him. His infamy spread far and wide as his blood bath continued. Enterprising commanders would sometimes pay as much for him as they would for 10 lower quality mercenaries, making him a decent living. However, the money is just a means to an end for him in his crusade of Orc Genocide.
Personality: He is reserved but capable of being happy. The trauma of his family's death made him seek justice against Orcs, which has now turned darker, some say sadistic. An Orcish opponent can turn his already brutal fighting style into a rage. He cooperates as best as he can any companions he has. He picks no fights, but does not shy from them. When in battle, he rarely speaks or even grunts loudly, a psychological tactic he uses on all his opponents. This silent destruction inflicts true fear on his enemies.
Armor: He wears dark gray/black armor with many brutal spikes all over it. He also wears a faceless mask over his helmet for protection. His armor's appearance is geared towards intimidation as much as protection.
Guild/Team: Open to the possibility
Weapons: Orc's Reckoning (Bastard Sword) and Orc's Bane (Long Sword). Both magical blades were commissioned as an alternative form of payment by a grateful Alliance commander. They enhance his speed, strength, and stamina, though some say they have been soaked in so much Orc blood that their dying rage has begun to effect their wielder, contributing to the name Man-Orc. Regardless of the truth, Luitger continues to use them. If the rumor is true, it is difficult to say if he would care.
Mount of Choice: War Horse
Hearthstone Location: Stormwind
Sexual Experience: Limited
Preferences: Solo or Group; Female Human, Female Night Elf, Female Draenei, Female Trolls, Female Blood Elves are what he finds attractive.
Turn Offs: Orcs, Undead, Taurens; No Vore, Scat, Watersports, or Mutiliation
Racial Hatred: Orcs