[Bio] Samuel Rageclaw

[Nonfictionless]

Name: Samuel Rageclaw
Age: 25
Race: Worgen
Gender: Male

Appearance: Simple cloth leggings and shirt that fit loosely on him in either form but less so in his worgen form. He has long ragged hair and beard and deep sunken eyes of a blue-greenish color, standing 6' as a human and 7' as a worgen. Even in his human form he appears to be a beast. While in his worgen form he has deep black fur and his claws have a redish tinge to them. He carries no weapons and only one small bag.

Personality: Ruthless would sum him up nicely. Samuel fully embraced his feral side and relishs in it. He only works to accomplish his own goals and does not care for those who stand in his way. He is often unpredicatable as he doesn't actually share with anyone, atleast not anything important. He loves being with his own kind and if not with them then with a large group of people, the pack mentality was branded into him by the ones who turned him.

Languages: Common and Worgen. Either form his voice is rough and harsh and he tends to speak simply.

Class: A warrior with a bit of stleath in his worgen form.

Likes/Dislikes: Loves the blood of others, combat and the thrill of the hunt. He strives to get these daily. He doesn't care much for gold, he only sees it as a means to an end. The way he gets it, that's what he truly lives for. He sees magic as the weak mans claws and doesn't give my respect to those who use it. Save for his human mind he is all but a beast. The only thing he can't stand is those who seek to hurt him or belittle him. Freedom is his main drive at all times. He will work for others but never wanting to become a slave he travels often.

Strengths/Weaknesses: Besides his obvious strengths, he is an excellent tracker. Days, weeks, months matter little when he is on a trail of someone who wronged him. Like most beasts though his downfall, as much as his strength, is his rage. He will let it consume him and attack regaurdless of the concquecnes or if his oppoent is stronger than him.

History:

Samuel awoke one day to find himself bitten and covered in blood yet not bleeding. He didn't know who he was or where he was. Four worgens of varying color and size approached him after a few minutes of panic. He knew they were monsters that they have slaughted humans before and that they were to be feared, but a deep thumping in his heart told him otherwise. They were family, friends, brothers. He felt his muscles ache and his bones shift as he cried out. Fangs erupting from his mouth and claws tearing through his skin. After it subsided he realized what he was, a worgen, just like them. He felt memories of an old life try to reach the surface of his mind but he felt something better competing for the space. A freedom, a rage, a feral side longing to be dominate. Maybe he had always been like this or atleast wanting it in secret. He allowed the feral side to consume him.

And so he lived for many years with his pack. Killing and eating as they wanted. Living in the country side of Gilnaes. They worked and survived together much like a normal family, only stronger. Their very survival and way of life depended on each member of the pack supporting the others. The humans fought back and were eventually over ran. They were too powerful, he was to powerful. The whole country started to turn. Many unlike Samuel resisted the deepest parts of the feral beast that laid within them and because of this Samuel was treated like an animal. He had become to lax around these newer worgens and was captured and stuck in a cage. His feral rage controlled him for a few weeks trying to break free of this new prision. It wasn't long before he started to lose hope and his human side started to fight for control in his mind. He eventually reverted to his human form, but his feral side never loosened its grips in his mind. He decided to trick these false worgens to gain his freedom again that he so loved. The day he was released the Forsaken attacked.

This was the perfect oportunity Samuel had been waiting for. As soon as he could he reverted to his worgen form and with a burst of speed he excaped into the forest with little notice to those around him. He went north looking for his pack but was heart broken to find their old lair abandoned. His home, his family were gone so he searched the place until he found a recent scent of one of his brothers and continued north looking for him. A glimpse of getting back to his family filled his heart with joy. Samuel came across a company of Gilnean soldiers, keeping to the shadows he looked for cages in which his brother would surely be in. Again he was distraught to find him in a human form wearing the colors of Gilneas. It was like discovering his home abandoned again. He was all that was left of his pack. Not just that they were gone from this world, but that they left him, alone. Struggling with what to do, fighting inside his mind his body started to shift in and out of its own according putting his interal struggle and pain on the outside as well. He barely noticed the ground shaking and cracking as the shattering took place.

He decided to run, as a worgen. He wouldn't give up his freedom just because his brothers did and that is when he saw the enormous gate that sealed off Gilneas split and fall open. He ran to it as fast as he could ignoring shouts and commands. He broke through the dust and rubble on the other side. Smelling the new air as if he was starting his life all over again.

After years of traveling Samuel never found more of his pack or another one to call his own. He took up taking jobs for killing or raiding. One such job brought him to his death. In the forgot temples on a small island far off the coast of Stranglethorn, The Riva Ju Nehjo. He was hired but the pirate captain, Jack Rocher, to be an extra fighter for their adventure. Promises of lots of gold peaked Samuel's interest and he joined on. More though making enough so he didn't have to work again for awhile was what he was really after. And this got the better of him as he usually liked to stay away from boats. When the time came to fight he killed many men and trolls and didn't think much of what was really going on as he just enjoyed the fighting. In the end Jack had tricked him and tied him to an alter to sacrifice him. Tried as he might to get free and run he couldn't. He never thought he would die without being able to fight back but he did. Images of a happier time with his pack filled his mind in his final moments.