Torgue Slagbeard

"Ye' get hurt. Hurt 'em back. Ye' die. Walk it off."

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= Personality = Drinking heavily and the thrill of battle. These are Torgue's two and most important virtues.While not at all above developing tactics for warfare and preparation, he does prefer the rush headlong into a fight. This undying passion of bloodshed and victory has cleared the way for him to earn the rank of Lieutenant.

His views upon the war effort are like any other; destroy the Legion at any cost. Working alongside other warriors of the skill set does not bother him in the slightest. His only motive and ideals reserve around the Legion and its destruction.

The Horde, however, are seen as barbaric in his eyes. Savage. Guided but weak. Having seen them develop since it was only the orcish Horde, Torgue still finds all of them a disgust and taint upon Azeroth. He witnessed the fall of not one, but two warchiefs, and sees their current one nothing but a mangled walking corpse. Unfit for life beyond the grave. If not for the Legion, the Horde would be dismantled. And Torgue would lead a charge to do so with Sylvannas's head on a pike.

= Physical Description = Built as strong as steel and tall as a mountain, Torgue is a solid brick wall. Over the hundreds of years, his body has grown larger the combination of harsh training and experience. Built more for becoming a practical bulwark than anything, his armor clings his body as if a second skin.

While not at all an ugly dwarf, Torgue still holds scarring from a multitude of battles. Two lines of scarring are most noticeable along his right eye, while a collection of others dot his form. With sunken in cheekbones, and permanent scarring; he's a masterpiece in someone's eyes. Grayed locks tangle about without a care, adorned with golden beard clasps and never shown with a helm about his head.

His weight is also quite remarkable as after landing from even the shortest distances, he will create a rather large indent. And if farther; a noticeable crater.

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