Rag'tagar Flarefang

**Physical Description**

Burned scar on his left face. Red'haired with deep blue eyes.

**Personality Trait**

Flarefang can be considered a goof-ball, but can ger serious when he has too. Despite having a dark past he has a very cheerful personality with his friends. To strangers he is awkward and silant. Likes to entertain people, and is very loyal to the Redwood that he calls clan instead of tribe.

He had a close relationship wth his childhood friends Theendra Twinblade and Krog Ironjaw. It is unclear if there was anything sexual with the three, but rather hinted. There is also a hint that Flarefang might be a possible Bisexual.

**Bio​​​​​​**

Rag’tagar Flarefang was born at Bruning steppes right before the second war. It is unclear which clan he hailed from. What is know is that was raised by his abusive mother Hantada and his father is unknown. During his childhood he would normally goof off, playing with welps, playing pretend with other orcs, and playing orc games. Which his mother would constantly scald and beat him for not focusing on his warrior training. For his mother was a top lieutenant of Doomhammer’s warband. Having Flarefang big responsibilities to inherit his mother’s reputation. In his mother’s eyes he is nothing more of a disappointment. Head in the clouds and showing no strength or potential. One day playing with welpings the young Flarefang almost got burned by dragon fire. Causing him to have a fear of fire. His mother learning of his phobia disgusted with his weakness. Punished the boy by taking a lit torch and smacking him across the face, burning half his face. Flarefang running and crying in a corner. Only made his mother more angry until she witnessed his dripping tears were healing his face. Realizing her son might have potential to be a powerful shaman. She takes Flarefang to the shadow moon clan to learn the ways of shamanism.

Little Flarefang was forced to learn the ways of shamanism. At first him seemed to hate it with all the learning, studying, and yet still having a phobia for fire. The elders argue with Hantada that her son more potential learning the ways of restoration, but Hantada wanted him to learn the ways of enchantment that way he can still be a fierce warrior that she always he’s son to be.
Flarefang was in misery, until one elder named Mailigaxer. Wanted to personally train himself starting off by curing he’s fears. He introduced the little Flarefang a bonfire. Mailigaxer whirls the flames and changes the colors and engolfs Flarefang in it. However instead of being burned to death he was surrounded by the beautiful colors of the flames, red, blue, green, and yellow. It truly was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. When it was Mailigaxer stated “the elements are not about giving you powers to kill your enemies but balance and giving you the help you need in life. By helping them in return.” Flarefang learned so much from the Elder. Water for healing, Fire for power, Earth for strength, and Air for speed.

Hantada was getting upset with Flares training learning what she sees as nothing more as parlor tricks in her perspective. Was even planning on sending his son to gul’dans dark shamans. Mailigaxer argues that it would only weakened his connection and lose his honor. Despite the warning he was taken to the shadow council. Learning to force the elements to serve him. Even though just a few days ago he was playing with elementals as friends. Flarefang would be more depressed as he saw Mailigaxer as a father figure. Now he is separated from him would slowing turn into a path of dark shamanism. Mailigaxer would not stop him from helping not only Flarefang but the rest of the poor younglings being corrupted. He would go into the shadow-councils ranks promising to teach great power to them. But actually would teach them the right way of shamanism. Unfortunately he is unable to reach Flarefang dou to having special teachers that his mother assigned. Years later when Flarefang was finally of age his mother teaches him how to attract orc woman. The first time Hantada had actually given Flarefang parental advice. She even covered his face with war-paint to hide the scar. Having now to regret scarring him. For it would probably discourage potential mates. One advice Flare remembered the most how his mother told him to make sure woman pay attention to his deep blue eyes for it is most attractive figure.

At the gathering Flarefang would be surrounded by young orcs like him drinking and cheering. He tries attract a crowd. By bragged about his shamanism and even showed off some colorful fire spells which he learned from Mailigaxer. Which many were amazed. However the other male orcs where want over too intimated him and also to show off there alpha male personality to the females. Flarefang wanted to defuse the situation but with orc woman he had to stand his ground. The other orcs pinched and hit Flare multiple times until he was on the floor. Just when the others were satisfied with the beating and walk away. He stood back up using water to heal himself and retaliates using wind fury to strike them at fast speed. However despite he’s beat affect he still was not strong enough to take them down. Just went the fight was leaning against him. One orc appears grad the one that was kicking Flarefang and tossed him away. A big yellowed skinned orc with a metal jaw attached. He help picked up Flarefang and say “what kind of honor is these? Grouping up on one Orc.” The two would fight them off side to side. With the metal jaw orc doing the most fights. The fight was finally call off by the Orc soldiers forcing anyone to return to there huts. After dispersing, Flare want to thank him for the help. Telling him no need he saw an unfair and wanted to act on it. The two would continue to talk as he introduce himself as Krog, Krog Ironjaw. Then as they walked to here huts they witnessed one Orc woman being harassed by the other orc since the gathering was so unsuccessful they wanted to take it upon themselves to get woman forcefully. The woman had actually held them off long enough for Flarefang and Krog to assist. She resisted there help at first until Flare chain healed both of them during the fights. The three would end up victorious. Each three would introduce each other Krog Ironjaw, Rag’tagar Flarefang and Theendra Twinblade.

The Flarefang would head home worried to tell mother the bad news at the gathering. She already heard what happened and instead of being angry like Flarefang expected she was she was proud of her son. Being able to fight off a group of other Orcs and to gain his own group in the process. One of them happened to be a female. She rewards his son by giving him a red two handed axe. “You are finally ready to serve the horde in glory. We will finally take our revenge against our defeat in the war and reclaim our bothers who were enslaved by the alliance dogs.” Flarefang was happy to see his mother proud. Waiting for what’s in store for him. Weeks later the trio would hunting together for the first time. Flare showing his axe to his friends Theendra showing her poison dipped blades. She talks about how she give herself small doses of the poison to herself to build tolerance. In case she accidentally cuts herself. Krog talks about how he got a new set of armor made of dragonscales. Theendra being impressed by the armor. Rudding the armor with her hand. “I can feel the scales” she said locking eyes on Krog. The jealous Flarefang showing off his skill in juggling with elemental balls he made “hey check these out” he saids. The two clapped and cheered until Flare tripped and dropped the balls on his head. The two laughed in response. “Your not like most Orcs are you?” Theendra asked. Flare frowns in response. “Good....I like you the way you are.” Giving Flare a smile. The two continue the hunt for game. While also trying to earn Theendra affections. Until Krog metal jaw dropped off trying to get it back while covering his face in shame. Theendra found the missing jaw and ask to see his real face. Showing his deformed and burned bottom jaw line. He reveals that he got from a gnome fire mage and that what he is mostly ashamed of the most. Theendra stats that “it doesn’t matter how you got your scars to have battles shows great strength and experience.” Flarefang replies “my scars are not from battle.....and you Theendra while your perfect and have more experience fighting then all of us.” The two orcs felt down and depressed. Theendra saw it in there eyes. So she kissed both of there scars. Group hugging both of them “My boys” she said “To me you are the ones that are perfect.”

The trio would continue to continue to goof off on there duties instead go off and slide down the hills with ice cider that Flarefang was able to make, steal food from the camps, and wrestle in the fields. Which many of the elders would get up set with them for not doing there responsibilities. Theendra for not mating in order to produce more soldiers to fight the alliance. Krog for not studying the warlock arts, and Flarefang for only able to do parlor tricks with elements. Which Krog and Theendra argues that since the lose of the second war orcs have lost all tethered with the elements. The fact Flarefang is able to be shamanism at all is a miracle. One elder states that the three simple need to battle. To fill there lust of fighting and savagery. The leaders agree and just in time since some Grom Hellscreams men plan to attack a human village.
The orc lies siege to the village killing the guards and soldiers. Flarefang came stumbling upon some innocent child and women. Before he even attacked he was stopped by a familiar voice. “Stop young Rag’tagar. These is not how I teach you in the ways of honor.” It was Mailigaxer. Thought to have been either dead or captured in the alliance camps.

“Mail is that really you?” Flare asked. “It is, indeed I have heard of the attacks through visions. The elements guide me to come save you from a terrible fate.” “Where have you been? Since the second war you disappeared?” “I had to journey around Azeroth in order to help our people. Not to help with the war but to save them from themselves.” “The humans are enslaving our people and torturing us.” “It is true we need to free our people. But it is without cause we started these war, we invaded there world, burn homes and people. All for what? Because we drink demon blood?” “It so easy for you to say that. You never drink the blood.” “You didn’t either, you nearly inherit it you have more control of the blood-thirst then any of previous generation. You and your friends.” “How do you know about Theendra and Krog?” “I have always been watching you from afar. The elements have not abandoned you. I have not abandoned you.” “No the elements have forsaken me, and they should.” “You are wrong. You only think they have abandoned you.” “It doesn’t matter it’s our duty as orcs to kill for our honor.” “Our culture dose not define you as a person and honor comes in many different meanings....it’s time you start thinking inward and ask yourself this two questions......Who are you? And what honor means to you?”

Flarefang freed the human civilians and returns to his warband. When Mailigaxers plans in minds. He returns to his friends talking about the raid. Krog butchered many humans Theendra killed many as well. However Flare was going to lie to them but decided tell them the truth. He didn’t kill the civilians and that Mailigaxer came back. Flare even plans on freeing the elementals before he leaves with Mail for Kalimdor where there is news of the horde forming back up with Duratans son Thrall. Thaandre arguing that there warband is going to join Rend blackhands horde. The three argue for hours but Flarefang wants to go with Mail, Krog wants to the warband in blackrock and Thaandre just wants to fight the Alliance. “How could you leave us Rag? We’re suppose to stay together to the very end.” Krog yells. “I have to find a different path. I don’t belong in these warband.” Flarefang argues. Krog runs off disgruntled. Theendra chases him. With Flarefang alone. He had a mission and one more person to visit. The went to the dark shamans quarters and freed the elementals before the guards could see him. While the freed elementals run free and everyone trying to recapture them. In the chaos Flarefang confronts his mother. He confronts her about burning his face. “What kind of mother dose these to her own son face?” He points his scar. “You were showing weakness you needed discipline and strength!...You have no honor. I regret the day I laid with your father.” Hantada Flarefang draws his axe. “I don’t even think you know what honor really is.” She attempted to strike Flarefang. Only to be deflected by his axe, the same axe she gave him. “And you don’t know what real strength is.” Flarefang eyes glow blue with lightning sparks zapping out. He then unleashed a large lighting blast. Whirling her threw the field. Walking away with his axe still in hand and taking some supplies.

Flarefang had stop his path. He didn’t what to leave his friends the way he did, I fact he want to convince them to come with him. He tries to find the two. Remembering there favorite spot. An empty field with there own hut. He finally sees Krog there. Trying to convince to come with him to Kalimdor. Krog still angry event tried to fight him. After a brief brawl, Krog lost his metal again. Flare finds given it back to him. Flare looks at his burned face touching his face. “The scars are the only thing we have a common. That and Theendra. You two are the only ones I care about.” Flare says. “Then we have more in common then you think” Krog replies. Krog got approached him, looking at his eyes. “You know your eyes are really deep blue.” There was silence until Theendra finally came. Theendra concern on what to do, on rather to go or not. Three after long silence decide it was best to rest at there hit together for possibly one last time.

The next mourning Flarefang prepares to meet Mailigaxer. Before leaving Theendra decided to go with him and will try to convince Krog to come as well. Flarefang was joyed to hear about it. He hugs Theendra and goes off to meet Mailigaxer at the spot they plan to meet. He gets there only to find something amiss. Flarefang uses fare sight to find Mail. Seeing large wild fires and elemental from afar. Knowing it’s Mail. He quickly heads down there in ghost wolf form. It was too late the place looked like a battlefield. Looking for Mail in a haste. Only to found him dead. With other dead humans with green colored anchor tabards around him (Killerwatt tirans). Flarefang was devastated before he could even try to do anything. The bruning trees fell right on the body unable to reach. Flarefang eyes flowed with lighting yet again and had the elements make it rain to stop the fire but it was too late. Before he can even morn. More soldiers showed which Flare unleashed mighty elemental fury on the them.When the battle was over he heard whisper that sounded like Mail Go save your friends it cried out.

Flarefang rushes to find his friends the voice was right they may need his help. Going to there secret spot seeing no one there. Asking the elements for guidances. Until he saw there camp was actually destroyed. He knows who caused it. Quickly rushing to his mother’s warband. Fearing for the worst. He finally arrives ambushed by Dark shamans. Using enslaved elementals to hold him down. He sees Krog and Theendra in chains. The trio was held captive by the warband lead by his mother and the current leader a red orc who drink the blood twice. Disappointed in the three of them and trying to desert. What punishment The warband decides what to do with them. The leader had let Theendra out of her chains. Since she was the best fighter outta the three. The leader gave her a choice. That only two of them can live but she has choose one of the two (Krog or Flare). Giving her a cursed dagger and having to kill the other. Both Flare and Krog try to convince Theendra to choose themselves to save the other. But Theendra instead stabbed herself and in the confusion throw the dagger at the guard. Killing him and freeing Krog with Flare unleashing his elemental powers in the distraction. Krog kills as many orcs as he could. Flarefang tried to heal Theendra but the curse made her unhealable. Theendra says final words where “I loved you both too much to choose.” Flarefang held on until her final breath. Flarefang unleashed his full powers on the warband with Krog in a rage fueled stage. Leaving the leader alive before Flarefang an even attack. Krog jumped on him. Only for Krog to be overpowered by the red orc and stabbed right threw the abdomen. Leaving Flarefang and him left.

The battle raged. Flarefang using all of his elemental power. Summoning storms and trimming the earth. The war bands leader eyes glow in red from the berserker demon blood flowing in his veins. Flarefang eyes glow in blue lightening. The was long and brutal. In the end Flarefang was victories. Killing the warband leader and rushing to help Krog. Flarefang tried to heal him but the wounds were too deep and the Krog was unwilling to fight it. His final words where “It’s ok, where ever we go we will find each other’s again.....Go...Go to Kalimdor.”
Flarefang presses his head on Krogs as they said goodbye to one another. Now lost everyone he cared about is gone and for the first since was a youngling he was alone again.

Some time later Flarefang is at booty bay waiting for the boat to arrive in salty sea tavern. He tries to drown in sorrows with mead and ale. He sees a gnome warrior across the room yelling about gnome rights, but Flarefang didn’t care much to listen.
Finally heading to ratchet walking in the barrens to Orgrimmar. He has flashbacks on his time with Theendra,Krog, and Mailigaxer.
Thinking to himself he wants to join them in the afterlife. He grab his axe and finds a dwarven stronghold suicidal attacks the fort. Getting overwhelmed by dwarfs he was quickly saved by some taurens, Trolls, and othe orcs.
“Des be the mon?” The troll said.
“Yes a spirit had told of a lone orc in trouble...it is him.” The tauren replied. Flarefang asked who they are. They introduced themselves as the Redwood Tribes.