Darius Razorclaw

Name: Darius Razorclaw

Age: Adult

Class: Rogue

Race: Arugalian Worgen

Profession: Mercenary

Hobbies: Hunting in the forests, trapping and bringing back kills for the feast

Magic: None

Backstory (from his perspective):

“Okay. Where to start? I honestly do not recall much before I was turned, Arugal saw to that when he broke my mind. I vaguely recall family, the orders from Greymane (who I do not care for) to arrive up in the Hills, but as when I was still human it is a fog. It is probably better that way.”

“Under Argual, I was a scout and reconnaissance for his pack. Sent out into the forests to gather supplies and remove any hostiles that would interfere with his work. I became exceedingly efficient at it. I have lost count of the blood on blade and claw, all in forced service to a bastard who reveled in hearing of the misery. Failure was met with force, he enjoyed driving us to a feral state then back again, to show how much control he had over us and to him we were just beasts for the cause.”

“After we were free, I left and made a home in the Hills for myself. To recollect on what was done was painful. I still have remorse for those I slayed, but over time I have learned to live with it. I turned the stealthy skills into a trade and worked as a mercenary to find work. Transporting goods here, hunting to gather meat and carcasses there. Funny enough it became easier once other Worgens started coming through the alliance trade posts down in the Fjord. It was easy to blend in like another as I am sure they would not enjoy having a former Arugal pack member in their midst. I came across some Horde in time, but I kept away as they did not seem to care for worgen either. That has been my life for the past few years. It was not noble work, but it kept me busy and with some purpose for all this.”