Nethbuk

Name
Nethbuk

Physical Traits
Coming. Maybe. ..later.

Race and Class
Ex-shaman Orc, now Warlock.

Guild
None. Choate Chorazos is a private banking guild. (Bonus points to those who get the reference)

Occupation
Power-hungry hermit.

Family
None. (Parents long-since dead and forgotten)

Background
(Super-quick version) As a young orc, Nethbuk was an orc shaman, and was a member of the Whiteclaw clan. When said clan was wiped out, Nethbuk scurried away from the fighting, but stood back and watched, amazed at the powers of the warlocks. Shortly after the clan was no more, he aproached a High-ranking warlock, in the hopes of becoming a powerful warlock. The warlock spat at him, claiming him to be a weak coward, who should be put to death. Nethbuk was, thankfully, not of enough interest to him that he would carry on with his threat. However, he was admitted into the Shadow Council by another warlock, although to one of the lowest ranks, for his hunger for power, any power, was clearly visible to those searching. By being at the right places at the right time, and being forgotten by the High-ranking Warlock, he was "invited" into the Stormreaver clan, although he did little there but oversee food supplies. When Gul'dan betrayed Doomhammer, and the Horde, Nethbuk was was reminded again of the slaughter of his own Clan, and fled a few hours before the Stormreavers were slaughtered. Due to his low ranks, and unremarkable actions, very few knew of his existance, and those who did, and survive, have forgotten.

Personal Notes
Going a little bit in-depth of his personality here; I'd write an actual story if I were that good. Alas, I'm not. :o

Nethbuk was always looking for power from a young age. He held little love or care for anything but himself, most notably his own survival. He was clearly not a fighter, and although mocked at first, he began studying the shamantistic arts. This did not go far, for he had neither the patience nor compassion needed to be a shaman. His teacher saw this, but did nothing; Nethbuk was not clever enough, nor powerful enough, to ever be a serious threat. Upon the slaughter of his clan, a gap between his perception and reality formed. It was not big, and certainly nobody saw this, but it was there. When denied studying from the high-ranking warlock, the gap widened; he began to believe that the warlock did not teach him because he feared that Nethbuk would become more powerful than he. As he continued working in the Stormreaver clan, the gap continued to grow; he was not serving them, he was providing service which no-one else could give, and that they looked up to him for it. As the Stormreavers got massacred, he saw his survival not as a chance resault of his cowardice; he saw it as he had survived because he was more powerful, more cunning, and that the Stormreavers were weak.

Once the Horde was broken, he nurtured his delusions- He was simply gathering strength so that HE could set them free, and that HE would lead the orcs to glory. When Thrall came with the Warsong clan, and other escaped orcs, Nethbuk thought that he had summoned them, that it was his doing which brought them there. Nobody there had actually asked him of that, of course, and for that he should be grateful- Not only because of the shame it would bring him, but because they might've realised that he was a warlock.

To him, he had "defeated" Gul'dan, Grom, and most other heroes; they were dead, while he lived. It mattered not that they did more things, greater things (Though Nethbuk did not see them as greater); what mattered, at the end, was not how powerful you were, but survival.

Once Orgrimmar was founded, his delusions had taken hold over him; he was a link to some god from Outside, a lense to some unknown, unspeakable cosmic force. He heard his god speak to him; though he could not understand the words, he understood the meaning. His god told him that he had been chosen, and that, in time, he would be the avatar of his god upon Azeroth, and beyond, and that he himself would be god-like; immortal and immensly powerful.

Screenshot of Nethbuk
Posing on The Hand of Gul'dan, in Shadowmoon Valley, with the Black Temple in the background, although hardly visible, and with the lovely Shadowmoon weather behind him.