Monday, December 20, 2010

Mojack's Holiday!

And another wonderful picture in my art exchange from Shiningmaxwell, I always seem to get him when Mojack is volunteered ;) Not that I'm complaining this is such a wonderful style of art.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Torrg and Hawksfeather IMAGE (NSFW)

An image done of the pair of them together in a very, very naughty way ;3 Done by Rubensum of Y! Gallery

 VERY large on full view but nice!

Friday, November 5, 2010

IMAGE: Torrg's new Undies (Semi NSFW)

Oh much to my surprise and faith in Masquerade's talents he did yet another lovely doodle for Torrg based on his previous story. I thought the expressions were well thought out and the drawing turned out probably better than I could've done. THANK YOU BEAR BOY!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The Orc's New Undercloth (NSFW)

So some time back, I expressed interest in getting Torrg a G-string, or at least making him appear in one after seeing a Tauren's profile picture on Fur Affinity. That Tauren had become a friend of mine and for a while we RP storied together, we've since parted ways, but the last thing he gave me in a story was one of those strings, here's Torrg's introduction to it, and despite what some may think... I think an orc would look UBER sexy in a pair! Seriously :)

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The silence of the Barrens at night was a wonder to behold as Torrg seated himself near the crackling flames of his campfire. After a trip to Ratchet, he had chosen to settle down only a couple of miles to the south of the Crossroads for the night, he had removed his tunic and shoulder pads and sat cross legged before the fire, letting the light and warmth caress his torso on this cooler-than-usual night on the plains. Torrg sat with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the night air mixed with the warm fire, listening to the distant insects in the dark letting off screeches and trills that filled the area with their song. Occasionally, one of the sounds would fall silent, and the sound of a bark, or a roar would take its place. Torrg reached into the satchel on his hip, fumbling around with his large green fingers until they slid across something smooth and he withdrew a small curved black pipe from the container. Extracting a small pouch from the end he tapped a small amount of scented tobacco into the opening. He took a small stick nearby and jutted it into the fire, letting the end light up and he brought it to the small pipe, puffing lightly as he felt the warmth and heat of the smoke touch his lips, filling it with the scent of lilac, which he puffed out in a relaxed stream of air as he leaned back. His eyes turned to the sky again, counting out the countless dots of light that hovered in the heavens above, he sighed and inhaled another long drag, letting the smoke curl around his nostrils before releasing it again.

As the shaman returned his pouch of tobacco to his satchel, his fingers felt a strange fabric within, and he pulled at it, releasing a small mass of somewhat shiny fabric that unfolded as he extracted it out. Torrg grunted in realization, it had been a gift from a former friend, a small undergarment that seemed like it could barely fit over his large muscled legs and hips. He chuckled a bit at it, hearing his teeth click on the pipe as he turned it over in his hands. The fabric was smooth to the touch, cool. It smelled fresh, Torrg had never gotten the chance to wear them. Looking up at his bed roll, he saw Growl lying there, sound asleep and he resisted the urge to wake him up to show the worgen what he'd found. Torrg shrugged to himself and stood up on his bare feet, sizing the underwear over his loins. It seemed stretchy enough around the string to allow it, why not?

Torrg held the pipe in his lips as he unbuckled his belt and unfastened the laces that tied his leather pants to him, letting his member fall out as he slid his fingers around and pulled his trousers down his legs, casually stepping out of them. The night air felt amazing on his crotch which was greeted with a cool breeze, causing the orc to instinctively scratch the hair around his loins and adjust his orbs slightly as he examined the underwear. He lifted a leg and found the left leg hole, stepping through it he repeated the process, pulling the slip up his legs. It stretched somewhat tight as they fell over his hips, and Torrg was momentarily surprised as the string that made up its back slid up between his backside cheeks, pressing firmly against his hole giving a slight discomfort as he got used to it. He slipped the front over his balls and laid it over his cock, lying the top of his briefs against the hair above his crotch, giving some buffer to the air outside. The inside was smooth, cool and very comfortable. Torrg smirked a bit as he patted himself curiously, the sensation arousing him somewhat, he saw the bulge pressed against him throb softly and let out an audible sigh. He was right, Torrg admitted to himself as he slipped the pipe from his lips. "These are comfortable." As his eyes shifted back to Growl, whose eyes had opened in a look of bewilderment, Torrg felt his cheeks warm a bit as he smiled.

Friday, October 15, 2010

IMAGE: Kordnand (PG13)

My jaw dropped when I saw this sketch, this is going to be my gift for this month's WoW Art Exchange. And it makes me consider my whole idea of changing him into a Worgen when it comes available in Cataclysm. Kord in mid transformation. I mean look at him, he's so brutish and very feral just how I imagine him :3

Done by Zaebrael on Deviant Art


And here is the colorized version, I am literally floored by the quality and depth to this!

Saturday, October 2, 2010

IMAGE: Mojack and Torrg (PG)

Mojo and Torrg, forever best friends, but not really fit for being sexual partners, which is where the joke comes in here :) I drew Mojo in his frisky heavily drunken state as often happens with Brewfest, and I really liked how it turned out. Enjoy!

Monday, September 27, 2010

Grokan Rockmaul

Torrg's father, Grokan in a set of statistics:

Age: 76 Years
Height: 7' 4"
Weight: 418 pounds
Class: Warrior (Venerable)

Grokan is the ornery lion heading the Rockmaul clan. Family numbers have dwindled to only two surviving members, Grokan and his son Torrg. Grokan is a proud warrior, fierce in battle, even at such an advanced age he still has a great deal of strength and ferocity with the blade. His skin is only a little darker than his son's but his eye looks silver in color as opposed to Torrg's pale red color. Grokan's other eye was sliced out after an encounter with a wild boar some time when Torrg was very young. He is stern and angry a lot of the times, and drunk more often than that. He still mourns the passing of his wife twenty years prior, and reacts to Torrg's moving away as an act of abandonment as the pair had never gotten off on the right foot anyway. He's always been more of a fan of scars than tattoos, wearing and showing off his most visual ones proudly, he has a thick ring in the center of his nostril as well as three blood red studs in each of his ears.

Monday, September 20, 2010

My Take and Origin stories on Torrg

Torrg is my main toon, he was the first Horde character I created and the one I came the most attached to. I would absolutely LOVE to meet him IRL if I could. He's most like how I picture myself as a grown... matured adult. He doesn't necessarily see life through the eyes of a child like I tend to, but he has a mellowed "come as it comes" kind of nature. He's also extremely hard headed.

In his origin story Coming of a Shaman I expressed a note he was once interested in being a warrior. When I first created Torrg, it was on the server Antonidas and I created him as a Warrior. But my roommate Syrrh had created a character on the newly released Moon Guard server, so I swapped over to it. Due to my attraction to the lore and the look, I decided to roll him as a Shaman instead. The leveling was long for me, I've always been a pretty casual player, though lately my play times have increased, it took me forEVER to get him up to 70. I'd started at the tail end of Vanilla, only a few months before Burning Crusade came out, so I didn't level cap at 60... I was maybe.... 40 when Burning Crusade started. I got a great deal of experience in Vanilla, however and really got into the game through the difficulty levels I found running into areas like Ashenvale or Feralas about 10 levels lower than I should have been... newbie mistakes. Torrg was my first character to level cap and he always will be I think.

From an RP Perspective I didn't really get heavy into playing him as a persona right off, I still consider him more of a separate being than myself, but I enjoy writing stories with him in it. He's the central character of my little world, a bit of an emotional anchor, a grounded spirit to the personalities around him. Torrg is strong, defiant but smart. He's more compassionate than most orcs, but has a tenancy to be cold sometimes. Specialization wise I love so many aspects of both Elemental and Enhancement that I kind of blurred the lines, giving him mostly Elemental power, but with various attributes Enhancement shaman follow with, his spirit wolves Scratch and Storm, as well as a strong melee capability. Torrg doesn't know when to quit, he's the kind of person that is stubborn enough to continue to fight even if he's been beaten down, even if it means certain death. He's also a very sensitive and empathetic character, having had his heart broken by losing his first partner.

I'd always been really big on Tauren, I've always loved their mythology, their spirituality, I integrated Torrg into their world by pairing him with a tauren druid named Thorne Wildmane. I'm thinking back to my stories I keep crossing Wildmane and Wildhoof but I think Wildmane would probably be the best way to go. Thorne's story was brief and tragic, he and Torrg moved to Mulgore where they spent many years together until his homophobic and shamed father Krum killed Thorne with a fire to his home. Torrg eventually sought and reclaimed his vengeance, but the experience left an open wound in Torrg's heart. Making him find it difficult to find love for some time after. "Trial and Torrgulations" was a very long story I made that helped him confront and try to move on with the present and he eventually found some closure after finding Thorne's long lost sister Nuada. Afterward "Emissaries" was written where Torrg found a new love interest in a Worgen named Growl. He'd had feelings for the opposing faction previously, but he never acted on it until Growl. I wanted to create someone for Torrg that... was a bit of an outcast himself. Growl, who never really grasped becoming human again rejected the notion. Preferring to stay as feral as possible even though he is a Balance specced Druid. I thought this might cause a surge of conflict, branding Growl as much as even a traitor to his kind, I expanded on that by having his mother plead with Torrg to grant her son asylum with the Horde, that way finding peace. After a short stay in Orgrimmar, Thrall and the others granted it with certain restrictions and the pair moved back to Mulgore. Afterward, I began to dwell on the past, feeling stirrings that I didn't give Thorne much of a proper story and wrote a sexy adult tale called "Thorne's First Love" where he met a tauren Hunter named Hawksfeather and the pair spent their time together.

After all this, I began to ponder about ideas how this union between a Tauren-esque orc and a worgen would eventually end up, and I created a tale of resurrection and time travel in "Dead Things" where their pairing could possibly affect an outcome of a future war with an alien civilization, leading to not only the possibility of the factions joining forces to face the threat, but also the possibility that they adopt a son who becomes a powerful leader in the new world. Though it still leaves things open that those future events will happen, that the pair may die defending the world from the initial threat, there is no clues either way how it would turn out. Most recently, I decided to expand on Torrg and Thorne's story again by bringing Thorne back as a Death Knight, being somewhat emotionally detatched from the world in this time frame he had been dead for seven years, and Growl and Torrg had been together for one so far. Making Torrg 48 or 49 years old and Growl around 25 or 26.

I'm not sure where Torrg Rockmaul is going in the future, but I really have to hand it to him, making this world a true visual spectacle to me. He will always be my main, my first. And with Cataclysm due out soon, perhaps I'll have room to create a Growl as well.

Original Tauren

While I never have been able to get a Tauren to 80, despite the fact I love their race, I did manage to create two Tauren who I like to try and write about on occasion. While they aren't playing characters, I figured I would create a post to introduce them, they are fairly cannon in my story series with Torrg and his partner Growl, so I hope they intrigue you :)

His fur as clay red as the rocks he stood upon, Hawksfeather Suntoucher crouched low against the Red Rocks of the Mulgore plains, staring with narrowed eyes at the Grimtotem swarm that had settled in the settlements surrounding Thunder Bluff. He was normally pacifistic and peaceful, but their transgressions had carried the hunter too far to be forgiven. Their black dots shall soon run red, their numbers shall scatter, but they will return; like gnats they always return. Cairne Bloodhoof was dead, by their hand. And so he would do his best to exact his revenge. Reaching over his back slowly he took hold of the redwood bow slung over his shoulder and slid it down his arm, feeling the taut string as it came down. A tuft of wind whipping his long, sandy brown mane a bit over his eyes didn't flinch his vision as he extracted an arrow from his quiver. His nose ring swung slightly as he lowered his head a bit to the air. "Cowards." He muttered to himself. "All of them. They slip onto our lands like mice and take everything from us, they're no more than animals." He inhaled sharply, slipping the arrow onto the bow's string and pulling the weapon back, lining the bead of the arrow with his grass green eye. His tail was still, his very pulse beat within his ears as he focused on one of the black dots. By the time they saw anything, there could be a dozen dead, two dozen if the winds played his hand correctly. He could feel his harness that strapped across his chest, hindering the white patch, shaped like a bird beneath it as the wind began to pick up, flicking the leather against his pelt and curling his mane over his headband more, trying to impair his vision. "Please, ancestors." He whispered softly. A price must be paid..." The wind continued to howl, his loincloth and leggings now moving to the air, teetering his stilled balance. He sighed in frustration, his eye turning to the spotted feline who stared back at him. Shala let out a yawn and stretched her paws out lazily. Her tail flopped idly from one side to the other. After a moment, Hawksfeather lowered his weapon, and immediately the skies grew calm, the wind died down, returning the tuft of the hunter's mane to normal. He sighed and placed a hand gently on Shala's head. "The spirits forgive them for today." He said smiling at her. "But soon, they will pay their debt."
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Thorne Wildhoof stared at his reflection for some time, his nearly blackened brown fur had toned up a few shades, giving him more shape than he'd had before. His icy blue eyes only shadows of what they had been, all signs of his former druid nature had been washed away by death, leaving him a form with which he was no longer familiar. He still had two golden rings in his right ear, but his left tusk was somewhat cracked. His mane dangled over his shoulders, forming almost a mask that lingered near his jawline like an extension of a beard, which he found he no longer had. Minor splotches of white in his fur had disappeared, leaving everything a full dark brown color and he leaned in to stare at his reflection. He felt disjointed from this world, broken. He still felt himself breathe, but could no longer hear his heart beat as loudly as it had before. He placed his hand on his bare chest and felt a slight stirring. The power of the Lich King was beyond compare, as evil and as horrifying as he was, none could argue that his power was great. Thorne turned to his side and saw the splintered areas in his fur that had been burned in the fire, his death was painful, but he had died in Torrg's arms, he was at peace. A sudden scream in his mind a cry of pain caused him to slap his fist down, shattering the shelf bracket holding up the mirror. The object fell to the floor and exploded into a shower of glass; Thorne could not feel the small cuts on his ankles, though he watched them cut open. He winced, barely out of instinct and watched as he bled from his injuries. "How could I bleed?" he asked himself, bending down to touch the liquid. "Am I not dead? But I am alive as well..." A voice in his mind, one that he could only hear had told him that he was both, but neither... the voice was not there now, but he had heard it before... the confusion caused the bull to sigh in pain and place his hands over his ears. He crouched into somewhat of a ball, placing his elbows on his knees as he cowered. "You renewed my life that had been taken from me, granted me existence after I found my peace... I will hunt you down, Lich King, and make you pay for this. I will be certain that you feel every emotion that you have forced upon me. Torrg is no longer part of my life, and for that agony alone I will rend your flesh ten thousand fold the pain that I feel right now. You will rue the day you cursed me with life renewed!"

Sunday, September 19, 2010

IMAGE: Torrg (PG)

One of my previous gift pieces got a surprise coloring job from Brauner on Fur Affinity and I thought I should throw it up here, it's really sweetly colored too!

Saturday, September 18, 2010

IMAGE: Torrg (and Growl) (PG)

Done by my dear friend Masquerade/Darkrose79 on Live Journal for the story series Trial and Torrgulations he did a cute cover picture of Torrg and his soon-to-be partner Growl, a Worgen Druid. He was so sweet and he surprised me with this one, it was so nice of him *hugg* Don't think I forgot about you!

IMAGE: Kordnand (PG13)

By Ravenreverend on Livejournal for one of our monthy WoW Art exchanges I asked that Kordnand be drawn and I got this, an unfinished by rather awesome piece of my kitty drood.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Full Character Descriptions (Semi NSFW)

Everything I can think of for my three mains; my Paladin Luxivan is no longer listed as a main in light of the thought I might make him a bull come Cataclysm. I want to try and make these as descriptive as possible, so I'll put up their basic info first then do a paragraph or two just completely describing them as much as I can. If I miss anything then please come back to me on it!

Torrg Rockmaul (Shaman)
Race: Orc
Age: 48 years
Height: 6' 7"
Weight: 345 lb.

Long, lavender hair rests upon Torrg's head, unnaturally full for most orcs due to the process that changed his hair color, which resembles a color somewhere between the twilight sky and the purple leaf of the Arthas' Tear plant. He keeps it long, the back fully loose, a pair of long braided ropes which can either rest in front of his shoulders or in the back, following the same length to the small of his back. His skin is a lighter color, not quite as dark as an olive, but darker than the grasses of Mulgore 's plains. Torrg is well muscled despite his somewhat less-than-average height and can mislead others to his physical strength. Despite his specialization in ranged attacks, he is fierce in hand-to-hand combat as well, a bit of a blur between Elemental and Enhancement, giving him the ability to summon his spirit wolves Scratch and Storm. Torrg's eyes are a pale red color and are sharp with detail. He has three piercings; two silver hoop earrings in his right ear, each about an inch in diameter, and a gold stud in his left ear lobe, from which hangs a sandy brown colored eagle's feather. He is rarely seen without them. Torrg has five tattoos on his body, given to him at various times; the first on his left shoulder is a tattoo symbolizing his relationship with the Tauren; a white feather crossed with a silver tomahawk with a dark brown handle. The feather is more prominent, but does not cover the blade of the weapon behind it. He has the head of a wolf tattooed on his upper right pectoral muscle, it is colored black and flat more like a logo than an actual wolf. Its eye has no color, showing the green skin beneath, and there are sharp angled marks above it, one shorter to represent its ear, then three more behind it, making up a mane that meets the bottom. The backs of his hands each have one black wolf paw print on it, about five inches wide for the pad surrounded by four smaller toe pads with little notches for the claw indentations just above. Lastly he has a tattoo along the bone of the front left pelvis, it is a deep red color, almost black; the insignia of the horde as a sign of his devotion to Thrall and the well being of the faction as a whole

Standing nude, Torrg's musculature shows off well, moreso in his torso than his legs. His back muscles flex rather nicely though his abdomen seems to be his primary strengths and mass. This gives him almost a stocky appearance, showing off very dim battle scars along his chest and sides. Over his left eye he has a scar from some flying debris, a slash from a flying stone that grazed his eye and a second gash meeting it above his eyebrow to give the feel of a crescent moon scar. His nipples are a darker green color, giving them a distinct separation from the rest of his chest. Moving downward, his legs appear strong, his buttocks is firm, somewhat squared in shape and flatter than most, very little rounding between the cheeks. He has an average amount of body hair, which is a charred black color, some lighter tones within show that his hair was beginning to gray, which was the reason for his hair color change. His cock is not so much "impressive" when flaccid, only ranging between 3 - 4 inches, somewhat sheathed and nestled against his scrotum, which distends about five inches from his loins granting some depth. When erect, he is nearly nine inches in length, it fills out though, being four inches thick, standing at approximately a sixty degree angle unassisted.

Clothed, Torrg enjoys wearing leather garments, he has a pair of dark leather trousers that fall all the way to a pair of similarly colored mail boots. The trousers are laced up the crotch line tight together, though the pants themselves are only somewhat taut in the hip area. He wears a leather vest, which he leaves open at the front, the vest is sleeveless and if bound, somewhat low cut, exposing his neck. The vest falls to within a couple inches of his pants. Beneath the vest, Torrg wears a sleeveless tunic of mail armor that flows from the base of his collar bone and tucks into the trousers below. Wrapped around the bicep of both his arms is a strap, clasped with a silver rounded buckle, from which his right sports two additional feathers. He has a unique taste in his undergarments, inspired by a friend of his, a pair of medium blue g string underwear, which hugs firmly against his body.

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Mojack Stonetusk (Mage)
Race: Troll
Age: 22 years
Height: 7' 3"
Weight: 200 lb.

The first thing that you notice about Mojo is his eyes, for a troll, a set of emerald green eyes are very rare. They have a wild fire to them, almost a playful grin usually follows as you look down to his pincer-like tusks. The left tusk has a small trinket wrapped around it, a gold chain that has a small skull at the end of it. Almost unremovable, the trinket is actually pierced into the tusk for security. His hair tends to vary in style and colors, though his natural and preferred appearance is a fiery orange color cropped anywhere between long dreadlocks to a shirt, stand-uppish style. Along his collarbone, Mojack also has a trail of fire tattooed, though appearances may be deceiving he prefers the powers of Frost over Fire. The tattoo trails to nearly the line of his spine and breaks. Mojack's skin has a slightly purple tinge for a Darkspear troll, though as gaunt as he appears, Mojo descends from the Amani tribe, four generations removed. He is incredibly agile and spry, most blame it on his youth, which he seems to have in abundance with a naivety of his race's history, though he is often quite intrigued by it. He has three amethyst rings pierced into his ears about halfway up the lobe, and the bottoms of each ear are pierced by curved dragon bones, no more than five inches long (if uncurved). The longest his hair has ever gotten to is about halfway down his back.

Unclothed, Mojack's skinny appearance is more apparent; bony hips and practically no stomach whatsoever. Standing upright, you could probably see outlines of his ribs, his chest has a trail of fiery red hair that spreads across the upper part of his torso, almost hindering his nipples, which his left has a silver barb pierced through it. The trail flows down over his stomach and into the mass of pubic hair that nests his member. His shaft is rather long when flaccid, being seven to eight inches in length. His scrotum hangs about three inches from the base of his shaft, but it can sometimes be quite over productive at this constriction. When hard, Mojack can be a stunning fourteen inches in length and about three inches thick standing at a nearly perfect eighty-five degree angle, he has two piercings through the underside of his shaft, silver barbs, like the one pierced through his nipple, though with slight knobs on each end. His legs are very well muscled in the thigh area, and as such his rump is quite nicely rounded and filled out which makes him an excellent dancer and... other things.

Mojo can't stand wearing robes, but being restricted to cloth, if he doesn't unabashedly run around naked, he wears silk and fairly taut blue pants with a darker purple vest and matching gloves for comfort. He has bead chains wrapped around each wrist with trinkets laden throughout as a mark of some sort of ritualistic decoration, they are somewhat loose on his wrists, sometimes hanging over the palm of his hands. His vest is usually closed and a strap for a red satchel hangs over his left shoulder. He wears no boots as his feet have always been so large he'd look ridiculous in them.

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Kordnand Pierce (Druid)
Race: Night Elf
Age: 25 Years
Height: 7' 5"
Weight: 300 lb.

Kordnand's hair is light blue, the color of the sky and sea. It is long, flowing, often thrown back with a wilder appearance than normal and a scraggly cropped beard around his jawline. His eyes glow gold, but his pupils are slit like a feline's no matter what form he is in. His purple skin is as pale as the moonlit night and the very air around him smells of nature. He has two earrings in his each ear, a gun barrel silver color, both of them rings about half an inch in diameter enough to clutch the ear without bending it to its shape. The upper point of his shoulders each have a paw print tattooed on them, shaded in a semi red color mixed with the natural color of his skin. His hair falls just past the mid point of his back and he rarely has it tied back, preferring the feeling of free air through the loose strands. His canine teeth on all four corners of his mouth are sharp naturally, and he has manually cut his fingernails to the fine point of claw-like extensions that protrude about an inch from each of his fingertips.

Standing nude, Kordnand's tall appearance is very apparent, his arms and legs are both quite muscled and he has a bit of muscle in his chest, though his stomach and back seem more lean than muscled they form a rather impressive T shape for his figure, his arms have some hair along the top of the forearms, but not much, only enough to give his wrists the appearance of the sky blue color. Ironically in humanoid form, he has very little hair below the neck line. He has a diagonal and rather massive claw scar across his torso from just above his left nipple to around his right hip bone, an injury from a large bear that he nearly died from when he was younger. Both of his nipples have gold rings pierced through them, as part of an experiment shortly after he turned twenty. His thick thighs lead up over a firm butt, which maintains an apple-like shape though not quite filled out it is still rather tight. The sky blue hair around his cock seems to trickle upwards like a flame on his loins, giving a sparse trail of hair that goes up toward his belly button. While flaccid, Kordnand stands at about six inches in length, and while erect he grows to just about ten inches and stands at eighty degrees in angle. This is rarely seen, however as he prefers his feline form so much that he is often in that form when performing acts of a sexual nature, though this is never the case with another humanoid around. His scrotum hangs about four inches from the base of his cock and the skin around his balls is somewhat loose, giving him a slightly satchel feeling where he stands.

Like Mojack, Kordnand does not wear undergarments unless absolutely needed. He prefers to go with as little clothing as possible without being in his feline form. His preferred outfit is a leather strapped harness that crosses over his chest and a pair of dark purple trousers that only tighten when buckled under his black, home made belt. The harness is buckled at mid chest with a gold colored diamond shaped ring, and his wallet and satchels hang from the back of his belt, to make them less cumbersome for transformations. His feline form is a light purple in color while his bear form is whitish-gray in color

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Kordnand Pierce - History of a Cat

Kordnand was orphaned at the age of four when a Troll raid came through to flush the Alliance from the southern Barrens. Obliterating his family's home and killing his mother, father and older sister, he was saved when the chimney stack dislodged and fell, hiding him in the rubble which he eventually crawled out of. Having shown promise as a Druid, he had already mastered the change to a feline form and survived by that lifestyle for nearly ten years. He was found by a human and Draenei couple; Seth and Jadai Pierce who lived in central Ashenvale, after they discovered the house raiding feline was a child they decided to raise him properly. Almost completely feral from his life, he only remembered that his family had been killed and held an intense hatred of the Darkspear trolls.

He became a bit of an outcast, with his frequent bursts of animal behavior and habitual feline tenancies such as licking his hands and cleaning himself, or purring, even in the form of an elf. Kordnand was dissatisfied and uncomfortable with his bipedal form, and only used it sparingly, preferring to prowl around in feline form nearly 24/7. Despite his outward appearances and behaviors, Kord had proven himself a kind and wise, though quiet and somewhat introverted man who found many prospects in love, but any female he would come across could not hold an emotional attachment with him, and he remained distant through any relationship he formed. When he was seventeen, he began to outwardly express affection for other men, though he preferred the Draenei or Night Elf races. His mother accepted the fact that her son was different, but his father grew more and more distant, eventually abandoning Kordnand all together. When his mother passed away, shortly after his twentieth birthday, Kordnand left his home to their birth daughter Shanari and sought to travel the world, and eventually find the trolls responsible for killing his family.

Personality Traits: Independent, wise, kind, but sometimes seems to be angry at the world. He is very quiet, and quite shy unless he knows someone. He's quick with wit, but doesn't have much of a sense of humor, and he prefers to have a sort of 'scraggly' appearance.

Friday, September 10, 2010

IMAGE: Torrg (NSFW) + 2 Alternate colorings....

Uber, UBER sexy picture of Torrg by Kosiaks of Y! Gallery this pic threw me for a loop, I'd not seen Torrg drawn so sexy, I absolutely had to thank him for it. He promises more but nnnngh! This just rocks my socks!
















So much so that I actually colored it...











And then he shocked me with HIS amazing coloring skills:











So PLEASE keep drawing hon you are such an amazing artist! Hehe!

IMAGE: Torrg and Thorne (NSFW)

On the Wowroticexchange web group in Live Journal before it went dead they held a month where they did their trade, and I got in on the action. The artist Silver_Love or Silv on VCL held a tender moment of Torrg and his now-deceased partner Thorne. It is still one of the most blatantly erotic pieces I've received and very nice to boot. Thank you silv!

IMAGE: Torrg (PG)

Torrg by Crepemyrtle or tinyblueoctopus on Live Journal, I don't have a link to her gallery but this was one of the coolest sketch trade pieces I ever expected to receive. I only wish I'd done my half a little bit better. He gives that... "What're you talking about" stare here. I love it so!

IMAGE: Torrg (PG)

Shadumbra on Deviantart did this ruggedly handsome picture of Torrg getting his flex on. She wasn't sure about the orc musculature when she gave it to me, but I whole heartedly delighted in the little display of masculinity. THANK YOU SHADUMBRA!

Thursday, September 9, 2010

A History and Explanation of Torrg Rockmaul

In his early years, Torrg lived in Durotar with his mother Ronja and his father Grokan. Around the age of eleven he unexpectedly found his skills as a Shaman when he used his powers against a brutish young warrior in self defense. As he grew, expectedly he felt the urge to battle, and often criticized the non-use of certain weapons, having been hopeful for a warrior's stead, his trainer Irgata Thunderfist helped him realize his potential and he delved himself within his studies. Torrg was always a bit smarter than the average orc, he practiced patience and helped to discipline himself with the ever changing tide of the elements, further grasping their concepts to use them in battle.

When Torrg reached twenty years of age, he met a druid slightly older than he named Thorne Wildhoof and the pair fell in love and moved to Mulgore together. Torrg adopted the Tauren culture, finding it more meaningful to him than that of his own kind's, learning and participating in many rituals and celebration as a brother to the clan. Twenty-three years after this, Thorne was killed in a massive fire and Torrg learned his father Krum was the one responsible. At the suggestion of a friend, Torrg left and traveled the world for two years, training to overtake the warrior chief in battle and avenge his partner's death and when he returned, he exacted his vengeance. He was offered Krum's role and property as payment but he turned it down, giving it to a friend who tried to save Thorne's life.

At one point in his 30's, Torrg traveled to Undercity as his previously black hair was beginning to shade to gray and visited a man there who, through a working of chemicals, had found a way to permanently dye one's hair any color. But the experiment backfired and Torrg ended up with a deep purple dye in the hair on his scalp, while the rest of the hair on his body remained black. One of the side effects also allowed Torrg's hair to grow back, giving him more volume and thickness than most orc males are known for, and it has grown down to the small of his back. This experience humbled the shaman, removing the remnants of his youth's vanity as well.

Personality Traits: Strong, wise, noble but hard headed. Many find this to be a strength, though Torrg never backs down, even at the cost of broken bones or danger. He is a bit more reserved, but is very friendly to any who approach him without ill intentions, it's hard to get on his bad side, but when you do, he tends to lose most self control and operates on instinct.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

IMAGE: Art Exchange for August, Torrg (Rated C For Cute)

I don't think this could be any sweeter my art exchange was from live journal user xcourtkneex who took this month's theme of kids and turned Torrg into one along with scratch and storm... prepare your dialysis machines for this one:

IMAGE: Torrg and Mojack (PG)

During one of the World of Warcraft art exchanges I take part in monthly I got Shinigamimaxwell from Deviant Art as my trade and he did an adorable rendition of both Torrg and Mojack, the theme of that month was to show off their personality. Though he went a little overboard, Torrg isn't that bookish, Torrg is pretty intelligent, and Mojo is showing off his traditional partying self:














Then, a couple weeks later I got him again for the exchange, and Torrg was his target. Torrg is usually Elemental/Resto in his specs but I enjoy so many aspects of enhancement. His spirit wolves are named Scratch and Storm and SM was so sweet to draw Torrg with them. I consider Torrg to this day to be a battle elemental shammy just so he can keep his wolves :)


IMAGE: Torrg (PG13)

From Kuroiyousei on Deviant Art back in the day when I had a dwarf priest named Praise (who is a semi-retired Draenei named Prayze now) so I thought it'd be amusing to request a picture of Torrg and him together, yeah this was back with Torrg's first changed hair style the long braided tail. I have a couple pictures with that but this was just so adorable.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

IMAGE: Torrg (PG13)

One of the earliest requests I had done for Torrg, when he had a topknot pony tail, done by Enrir who I'd met through Live Journal groups, and I thought she had done an amazing job with him. Much love to this interpretation :)

Friday, September 3, 2010

IMAGE: Torrg Pinup (NUDE)

A bit of a model sheet I created for Torrg, I'm bad at anatomy I know but it gave me the general look. of his face and tattoos.

A History and a Little About Mojack

Mojo was born and raised right in Sen'jin village, as a child he never explored much beyond the Echo Isles area, but he had always maintained an uncanny sense of direction. A bit of a wild child, Mojack was raised by his grandmother Shi'ani who, while a bit over protective encouraged Mojack's behavior.

When Mojack was but seven seasons of age, he had a natural affinity toward mage abilities. Often seen freezing insects with a touch of his finger, and "spoiling his appetite" with conjured refreshments. An elder mage named Ro'gash was called to teach Mojack in his growing abilities, he was welcomed into their home and began to tutor the young troll in the arcane powers of the mage. After two seasons, Ro'gash, who Mojack had begun to view as a fatherly figure in his life took advantage and raped his young student several times. When Shi'ani discovered what had happened, she brutally bashed his skull in and cast his body to the sea, cursing him so he would forever drown in the afterlife.

These events did not deter Mojo for long, soon after the trauma of these events abated, he returned to his normal, energetic and rambunctious self. Many believed that Ro'gash's actions prompted Mojack's more romantic and attractive tastes to turn toward other males, but Shi'ani claimed that he was always that type of child. She loved him all the more, and if nothing else these events had drawn the pair closer together. At the age of thirteen Mojack expressed a desire to leave home and travel. His grandmother permitted it hesitantly, and he began to quest the lands of Kalimdor, only returning after his seventeenth season upon hearing that Shi'ani had fallen ill. After another four years, she passed away one night as she slept. Mojack and a few of his close friends attended the pyre burning. She had left him a golden chain attached to a small skull with emeralds for eyes, much like Mojack's own eyes. The end of the chain was pierced into his left tusk and wrapped around tightly as a momento of her. Since then he has toured much of the Eastern Kingdoms, and the lands of Northrend. Never losing his spirit, never losing his strength and seemingly endless optimism.

Personality Traits: Optimistic, a Jokester, Inventive. Mojack hardly knows when to quit, he's one to push boundaries. He doesn't like to be tied down with rules and often escapes social norms (ie running around in nothing or as little as he can get away with) he is a bit sloppy in his habits and he is a horrible, horrible flirt and tease.

IMAGE: Mojack (RATED EVERYONE)


Mojack by Samateus (Samateus-1987 on Deviant Art) this is the first official look for Mojo on my description, the fiery trail tattoo along his collar bone, the golden skull wrapped around his tusk and his entrancing emerald green eyes, his hair style and color changes pretty often but I liked this look. And the number and types of piercings he has often changes with my mood, suffice it to say I'm sure he has plenty of them and may get more in upcoming years.

An Introduction and IMAGES: Containing Torrg Rockmaul (PG Rating)

Hey there, this is my first posting in here and I figured I'd start off with something sweet, I'll put in my character profiles later on. This is going to be where I put all the artwork and stories done by me, or done of my three main World of Warcraft characters; Torrg, Luxivan and Mojack. Other characters introduced out of my own mind that I already created in the wow universe including Torrg's deceased partner Thorne Wildmane, his current partner, a Worgen named Growl, and other characters surrounding them within the little universe I created. I've been wanting to make this world available for everyone to read and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do. Any guest art or stories are welcomed as well as any requests you might have for my guys. This will contain adult artwork and stories so I have marked the page as such. If you're under 18 then you shouldn't be viewing the page.

Otherwise! I hope you guys enjoy!
This was part one of a two part guest spot that was done for me on request by the comic creator. The comic itself is at http://outofworld.thecomicseries.com I don't know about the other characters directly, but the green one is my Torrg. This was followed by a surprising second page that followed this one. I am forever grateful and I love what they did with his hair!
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