| Name: | Thurmir Frosthelm |
| (THUR-meer) | |
| Gender: | Male |
| Race: | Dwarf |
| Class: | Hunter |
| Role: | Damage |
| Professions: | herbalism, skinning |
| Homeland: | Dun Morogh |
| Player: | Josh |
RP Hooks
- Hunter: If you've any experience hunting or surviving in the wilds, you might recognize Thurmir as a kindred spirit. If you've hunted or ranged through the mountains of Dun Morogh specifically, you may even have encountered him, though this is fairly rare.
- Trapper: If you've ever bought or sold furs, pelts, skins, or meat from the traders and market stalls of the villages around Dun Morogh, you may have encountered Thurmir, or more likely his father, Darmir.
Appearance
An unkempt dwarf with long, wild hair pouring from his face and scalp, dressed in stitched-together furs. Though not neat by any means, he also doesn't quite come across as dirty either. His hair may never have been trimmed or cut, and you wouldn't exactly find his clothes in Stormwind boutiques, but his hands and face are surprisingly clean, if incredibly weatherworn.
A battered and chipped blunderbuss is strapped to his back.
Personality
Austere - Withdrawn - Resourceful - Pragmatic
Thurmir doesn't speak a whole lot, and very rarely feels the need to. Physical gestures and the occasional grunt are usually more than enough to get one's point across, at least in his eyes. Even that much is only when absolutely necessary, as he doesn't feel comfortable asking others for things, and isn't too keen on social interaction in general. One would maybe call him shy, but he wouldn't like that very much.
With his father gone, he hasn't had cause to talk to anyone in months, and he almost seems to be forgetting how.
He lives incredibly simply and harshly, used to spending all of his time in the most inhospitable parts of the mountains. He doesn't have much in the way of ornamentation or excess, as he believes anything that doesn't aid your survival simply slows you down. For this reason, he doesn't get on well even with other dwarves, as he's never understood their obsession with gems and precious metals. You can't eat gold or burn rubies to keep warm, after all.
Life in that environment has made Thurmir incredibly determined and tough, and he'll have no problem marching for days at a time to track an elk, or sleeping out in the frigid cold in a makeshift tent of hides and a tattered blanket.
This has also made him incredibly capable at surviving in the wilds, and this resourcefulness borne of necessity has made him quick-thinking and adaptable in other situations as well. That said, he isn't the most academic of dwarves, so his solutions often lack elegance or imagination.
History
Thurmir has lived his whole life deep among the most isolated peaks and valleys of the snowy mountains that cover Dun Morogh. Until recently, the only person Thurmir interacted with for months or even years at his time was his father, Darmir Frosthelm.
The father and son kept to themselves, trapping and hunting and foraging amongst the mountains, only emerging on rare occasion to trade some animal bits for other necessities. Such a life was incredibly harsh, and didn't leave much time for hobbies and leisure activities, though his father would regularly sing or tell tales of ancient battles, mythical beasts, or far away lands. Thurmir never talked much, just listened. Since losing his father, the mountains have gotten a lot quieter.
Thurmir has never known what happened to his mother, as his father would never speak of it, and after a time, Thurmir stopped asking. The pieces he's gathered from the occasional story paint a picture of a dwarf woman who was incredibly kind, generous, loving, and wise. He's also gathered that she was cursed with some sort of tragic destiny, and that destiny one day became realized.
A few months back, Darmir and Thurmir were tracking a band of Frostmane poachers when they were surprised by a massive Ice Claw, bigger than either of them had ever seen. The bear had gotten Darmir straight away with one gruesome swipe, and the older dwarf knew he was finished. He tussled with the bear long enough to buy Thurmir time to escape, and Thurmir did. Thurmir does not show much guilt about this, as there had been nothing else to do but get himself killed as well, and that would just be a waste. To throw his life away needlessly went against everything his father had taught him, and Darmir would've done the same if Thurmir had been the one to get clawed. No sense getting emotional about it.
This is what Thurmir tells himself, and what he would tell others if they ever did the impossible and actually pulled it out of him. That said, he has been tracking that Ice Claw for 2 months since. In fact, it was while on the trail of the monstrous bear that he finally learned about the trogg infestation, and realized the extent they had swarmed over his already-limited hunting grounds. The beasts show no sign of stopping or even slowing down, and Thurmir has realized he might have to look to the outside world for the first time to find some kind of solution. Once he's gotten his bear-skin cloak, of course.