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| - Name: James Grimhold. 'Grim' Race: Human Age: 23 Birthplace: Stormwind, raised in Elwynn forest just outside the gate. Rank: Master Sergeant, Scarlet Crusade. Stormwind Section. Tall and broad shouldered with quite a hulking build, most people disregard him as little more than a thug, often to their cost. A heavy brow and a natural frown that becomes quite a fierce looking scowl when angered highlights his ruggedly handsome face. Framed with a goatee and a full head of rich brown hair, those that look past the obvious facade of muscle and presumed idiocy will find someone who is quite intelligent and well aware of all that goes on around him. Blue eyes shine out from his face which has begun to slowly age with the weight of responsibilities and stresses placed upon him, aging his otherwise
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| - Name: James Grimhold. 'Grim' Race: Human Age: 23 Birthplace: Stormwind, raised in Elwynn forest just outside the gate. Rank: Master Sergeant, Scarlet Crusade. Stormwind Section. Tall and broad shouldered with quite a hulking build, most people disregard him as little more than a thug, often to their cost. A heavy brow and a natural frown that becomes quite a fierce looking scowl when angered highlights his ruggedly handsome face. Framed with a goatee and a full head of rich brown hair, those that look past the obvious facade of muscle and presumed idiocy will find someone who is quite intelligent and well aware of all that goes on around him. Blue eyes shine out from his face which has begun to slowly age with the weight of responsibilities and stresses placed upon him, aging his otherwise youthful appearance. Despite projecting almost an aura of menace and sudden violence, he is quite likable so long as you don't try and remove his head or threaten anyone he considers a friend. A well of courage and determination as well as someone who is considered unshakable emotionally, he is often a rock for people to latch on to and use as their emotional tether when things become turbulent. However he is prone to losing his temper a little and letting fly with angry words and gestures when people seemed consumed by idiocy around him, especially when people don't realise or even try to understand the most basic principal of what he's trying to get at. Nonetheless he is usually quick to let the anger slide off him like water down a ducks back, should nothing provoke him further. Some issues have been known to keep him utterly seething with anger for quite some time however. He does however respect honorable warfare and conduct immensely, almost idolising it as the perfection a warrior should aim for upon the field of battle. In this regard, the orcs have his respect and his admiration to a point, as do the tauren. Both are honorable opponents that he occasionally fights against, knowing that they can and will respect him as a warrior. Trolls and the forsaken however he despises, having fought against them and their underhanded tactics many a time.
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