Lokyate
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| Guild | None |
| Race | Tauren |
| Class | Warrior |
| Faction | Horde, Thunder Bluff |
| Profession(s) | Soldier |
| Age | 24 |
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[edit] Physical Description
Lok'yate is abnormally taller then most tauren, usually by a foot or two. He's been big ever since he was a calf, and thus has gotten man nick-names for it. With fair brown fur and sea blue eyes, some have called him "Handsome." His long midnight black horns are sharpened to a deadly point, but it seems to mostly be for show. His eyes seem to be an opening to his being. They tell of wisdom, kindness...And an over-sized ego and even stupidity. His muscles are large, rippling even from many years as a soldier and simply working out. He is known to carry a large amount of weapons on his body. (If you really wish to read about those, check out my MRP)
[edit] History
Lok'yate was born into the Blackhorn tribe of tauren, who were always strong, independent, and spiritual tauren, not to mention old. They had been around since the War of the Ancients. Nearing the time of his birth, however, a series of disputes arose with the other tribes and the Blackhorn. Instead of choosing violence, they decided to simply move. On a caravan to the northern forests of Ashenvale, Lok'yate was born just before crossing the border between the forest and the Barrens. The tribe settled in the north-western part of the forest, secluded for some time. Soon enough, though, they had encounters with the night elves, but seeing as they had been allies in the past, somewhat of a friendship was struck with the two. The Blackhorns even began acknowledging the Kal'dorei's view of Elune, and constructed a moonwell in their small village.
For eighteen years the Blackhorn Tribe lived in peace with the forest, untill one night during Midsummer. Lok'yate was just coming back from a hunting trip around dusk. The night was abnormally dark and there was talk of strange shadows being seen. He settled down on the outskirts of the village to tend to the kill, when he suddenly saw smoke rising - thick smoke. Smoke unlike cooking fires. The village had been attacked, totally by surprise, by Furbolgs recently influenced by the Legion's presence. He managed to hide from the crazed beasts for a time, after which he simply ran. Ran into the forest, away from the slaughtered and decimated village and into the forest. He lived there for two years, with only his spear and crossbow, narrowly avoiding Legion and Scourge patrols throughout Ashenvale.
Once again the anniversary of his village's destruction was drawing near. He was walking along a ridge, near a newly formed road. He was watching a strange patrol of armed-green creatures. Orcs. After some time, the orcs ran headfirst into a group of Night elven sentinels, and battle broke out. Lok'yate watched all this with a loaded crossbow, silently deciding which side to assist. On one hand, these green creatures were new and alien. On the other, the night elves had begun showing a strange hostility towards him. As the orcs seemed almost defeated, a series of rapid and precise crossbow shots were fired, felling the kal'dorei attackers with deadly accuracy. The patrol was saved, and Lok'yate considered a hero...Once he got back to the Splintertree Post of course, where he met another tauren who was able to translate the new orcish language. From there he was taken to Orgrimmar and sworn in as a Ranger and Marksman.
(Due to Ingame events, he is now a warrior.)
