Residence: Traveling in the Barrens
Affiliation: The Horde
Eye color: Red
Skin color: Yellowish Green
Religion: Orcish animistic faith / Spirit worship
Language knowledge: Speaks, reads, and writes in orcish
He stands about as high as an average orc, does not stand out with his height, green skin, and red eyes. The shaman wears robes in good condition, but clearly used much, the dust of his travels is quite apparent. Wearing his hair as singular fixed tail on the top of his skull, he strikes a stark contrast to how he wears his facial hair, untended, but they share one trait: they are both black. For an orc, he does not seem to possess too many scars, and while muscular, clearly less so then others who dedicate themselves fully to the art of war. Talismans can be seen hanging from his neck, clearly hinting at his occupation as a shaman. A mace hangs from his belt, a true orc is never unarmed, even if he wields the elements.
The orc can be somtimes seen as a more quiet one, but that is more of a consequence of their travels alone, then their inherent nature. Once someone gets to know them, they may act just like any other. Often quite whimsical, trusting his instincts and gut feelings more then rationale, even to prone to being hotheaded in some situations, the bloodthirsty orc nature shows. However, that does not mean that he is incapable of planning and careful execution. He very much is, but simply prefers more simple methods unless he feels the situation warrants it.
Born not long after the arrival of the orcs on Azeroth, he never lived the traditional orcish life. He was raised around warriors his whole life, teached only when those older around him could spare some time for him. The young orc had to learn to take care of himself early, becuse even though both of his parents luckily survived the wars, that hardly helped. When he was just a bit more then eight years old, all orcs were rounded up, and put in interment camps.
While he could not fully grasp the situation yet, having little life experience, growing up in the lethargy of the orcs, did not help much for his warrior sprit to develop. However, this was the time when his connection to the elements first manifested, albeit in a very basic fashion. It was not more then him being able to conjure small figures of earth, or such insignifcant things. For this very reason, nobody took notice, and as the boy was raised at the time when the Horde turned it’s back on the old ways, he did not have any idea either.
However, when the liberation wars began, he was already an adult, made durable if not overly strong, by the hard work. Ma’garag was eager to join Thrall’s New Horde, and to learn more about his orcish heritage. Over time he became a decent warrior favoring blunt weapons, especially maces.
The big turn in his life was when his abilites were recognised by orcs who did know what it meant. He was told that he is a shaman, and became part of the new surge of shamanism following in Thrall’s footsteps within the Horde. While he never had any personal contact with the new Warchief he respected him for freeing the orcs and uniting them once again.
His training was brief, but was more then enough to set him on the right path. As many new shamans at the time, he first and foremost trained himself, devoting nearly all of his time to exploring his new abilities, his understanding grew and grew over the time. Becuse of this, he also became a bit more distant from other orcs, seemingly preferring solitude, when in fact he only wished to immerse himself more in the spirit world and the others were seen as a distraction. This did not mean he would dislike them of course. He did still have a desire for social contact, just less then he used to.With the passing time this came to the point where he was barely even living within the camps. Saying he was travelling with them, but sometimes lagging behind or wandering off would be an accurate assessment.
At the time Thrall lead the orcs to Kalimdor, he was already distant enough from the general population that he did not fully understand the situation, but his gut feelings and his trust commanded him to follow the Warchief. The new distant land instantly made a good impression on the orc, despite the harsh situation the newcomers found themselves in. He felt at home on the dry land. Following around the orcs and lending aid in the upcoming battles, he kept closer to them then before.
But when the orcs settled down to found their new capital he set off to the wild, on a quest to understand his powers better and to explore the land which fast became close to his heart. And while he was never trained as a tracker, his newfound skills have helped him evade the wildlife, and he was able to survive on his own. He took it upon himself to explore the area commonly known as the Barrens.
His ascetic lifestyle came to an end when during one of his rare visits of the Crossroads, he noticed the tide of refugees and heard the dire news of the trogg attacks. Hearing this, made him convinced he should return to his people, and aid them with his newfound powers.