User Profile

My play log for World of Warcraft. I'm not super-serious about the game (don't have the time), but I still want to keep a journal because it's fun.

Name: Snugs
Sex: F
Class: Shaman
Race: Orc
Primary Professions: Mining, Engineering
Guild: Dark Nemesis
Server: Mal'Ganis Central PvP
Pets: Snoops (panda), Lugs (mechanical squirrel), Lupes (her mount). Yep, Snugs, Snoops, Lugs and Loops. I rock. :\

Backstory -- shut up, I KNOW I'm a nerd:

This young shaman was one of the first orcs to be born in the human internment camps after the Second War. Her father had been killed in the struggle leading to her mother's capture. Her mother Segra (thanks, Slinky :) was determined that her child would not live the rest of her life in captivity: she vowed that the second a chance to break free arose, she would take it.

Unfortunately, no chance for escape arose for many years.

An orc who was barely two years old, Jagzal, immediately grew attached to the daughter at her birth. He struggled to carry her around the compound to try to teach her words -- even though the babe could barely see, let alone speak -- and played games with her to cheer her up whenever she began to weep. The other orcs were greatly heartened by the duo; the pair was a reminder of the bonds of brotherhood and fierce comraderie that the Horde prided itself upon. It was Jagzal who gave the babe the nickname "Snugs," as he couldn't pronounce her true name, Znuggarsh. (:P) Several months later, her first word was "Jag."

As the years passed, Segra began to notice that the orcs around her were succumbing to despair and losing their wits to sloth. Determined that her daughter not fall into the same trap, she began to teach Snugs in the shamanistic arts. Jag's mother, for his part, began to train him as warrior: she was a part of the mighty Hellscream clan, and was determined that her son live up to the clan's name. In their spare time, Jag and Snugs were rarely apart. When they reached their teenaged years, rumours were rampant that they were lovers, but in truth they were too shy and too comfortable with their friendship to ever confess to love.

Snugs was nearly twenty when Thrall's forces freed them from the internment camp. They voyaged across the seas to the lands of Kalimdor with Thrall to forge their new kingdom. Under the Warchief's leadership, both parties learned to read and write, and were respected by their elders and their peers.

Jag and Snugs were separated for the first time ever when he went to fight at the battle for Mt. Hyjal. He returned unscathed, his eyes bright with tales of valiant human and night elf allies. He was convinced that all the orcs' troubles were over and that they might finally find peace. Snugs was not quite so trusting, but was happy that he was happy.

But soon, Lord Admiral Daelin Proudmoore arrived, and a stricken Jag rose to defend his people from the very race he had grown to respect. This time, he did not return.

Snugs waited for weeks for him to return, then for even longer for news to arrive that his body had been found. After three months, Jag's family had a funeral for him. The warrior had left Snugs a single scroll.

Snugs,

If you are reading this, then I have passed away in battle. I am such a coward that it is only after death that I can admit this to you. I love you more than life itself, and I only hope that I died to protect you, for that would be the most honourable death I could ever wish for.

My only regret is that I could never find the courage to tell you to your face.

My spirit will be with you forever.

All my love,
Jag

Enclosed within the scroll was a copper ring he had worn until their arrival in Kalimdor.

Snugs was shattered; she returned the ring to Jag's sister and burned the letter.

Two months later, her mother suddenly took ill. After a long and painful illness, Segra passed away.

Snugs withdrew from society. She abandoned her shamanistic ways and rarely left her house. When she did, she did not speak. For nearly two years, she kept a vow of silence to mourn her departed loves.

It was only when a new threat began to arise and the lands began to fall to war that Snugs finally snapped out of her depression. She retrieved Jag's ring and wore it proudly as she began to retrain in the shamanistic arts. Jag had died to protect the lands; Segra had lived to give her daughter power and wisdom. Snugs wasn't about to take either of those things for granted.

AGE: 24
HEIGHT: 6'0"
DISPOSITION: friendly and optimistic in spite of all she's been through; she has cast off the depression with full vengeance and will SMILE, goddamnit, whether she feels like it or not. It's what Jag would have wanted.
PROFESSION: Shaman, engineer and mining (she and Jag used to tinker with mechanics)
HOBBIES: fishing
GUILD: Ever-changing. She is still trying to fit back into society.
LIKES: peace, her people, Jaina Proudmoore and her followers (mostly due to Jag's influence; she thinks Jaina and Thrall should wed). She greatly admires the Tauren and their devotion to the land, and admires Thrall with near-fanatical devotion.
DISLIKES: Humans (except Jaina and crew), night elves, dwarves, gnomes. Especially gnomes and paladins.
CLOSEST FRIENDS: Mugrah (her mentor)
SWORN ENEMIES: any Alliance from the guilds CoL, Arsenal or Grief (they have caused many problems for her people), Jayakaj
GOAL: to train to enormous heights to defend her people
THE UNSPOKEN GOAL: to find Jag and give him a proper burial (never going to happen :( )

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