Name: Lodkar Heavythunder
Age: 132 (around 37 in human standards)
Race: Dwarf, Wildhammer.
Class: I'm a Windrider, gryphon rider, windwarrior or whatever pleases you most. I carry a shield, a stormhammer and ride a gryphon.
Personality: I'm a rude and sarcastic dwarf. However, I am a loyal friend and those of my trusted can be sure to have my aid in any moment. With my enemies, I'm merciless, unless they are in a severe disadvantage. Also, I can easily get drunk, but only if the one who pays isn't me.
Likes/Dislikes: I like my nephew, a female dwarf huntress near 59 years old. I also like Aerie Peak, my gryphon and adventures. I don't like massacres, although I get excited in a true battle. I really dislike being called shaman or priest, 'cuz I'm not a pansy cloth-wearer, light-wielder; nor a totem carrier. I like languages, and currently speak three: dwarven, human and orc.
History: I was born in Aerie Peak a few years after the war of Three Hammers. I grew as a warrior, but had a gift with gryphons. As time passed, I forged my own Stormhammer and became a windrider. I didn't participated in the First War, but am a veteran of the Second and Third Wars. Being part of one of the first expeditions to Outland after the Dark Portal reopened, I helped the construction of the Wildhammer Stronghold and teached younglings about the art of flying, but, as my brother died in an incursion in the Black Temple, I went back home in the Hinterlands. I sweared him in his tomb to protect his daughter until she could handle her own. After the death of Illidan, I left Manda (my nephew) in Aerie Peak, and travelled north to join the Alliance armies in Northrend. There, I barely survived the incident at Angrathar and had to recover in Hibergarde for a while. When I was completely healed, I saw the Citadel's siege and how the door to the final battle opened, and rejoined Varian's forces. I did not participated in Arthas' demise, but I battled next to Muradin against the Horde in an aerial struggle. Now, I'm searching for new objectives to accomplish, but even I can sense that something is changing. Sadilan, my gryphon, is more nervous each day. Something's gonna happen.