Race: Tauren
Height: 8' 2"
Weight: 650 lbs
Hair: Black and Silver
Eyes: Blue
Current residence: Unknown
Current Occupation: Owner/CFO - Silvermane Security
Like most Taurens, Rykan was born on the plains of Mulgore. His tribe was nomadic by nature and Rykan quickly learned of his affinity for animals. From his first toddling steps, they came to him, protecting him, sometimes giving their very lives to ensure his safety. He respected this and it became apparent to all that knew him he could, on some level, actually communicate with the beasts.
As a child, he and his brothers wandered the plains with the Silvermane Clan until it was time for each of them to make their own way in the world. Leaving home was not easy for Rykan and he always found himself returning whenever he could. The day Deathwing rose from the Depths, was also the day the Silvermane Brothers lost everything they'd known. Like most, after the Sundering, he returned home once more, only to find his Clan all but wiped from the face of Azeroth. All that remained of their winter camp was a few burned out tents and a kodo. The rest had been destroyed or scavenged by looters. Reverently he buried the Elders of his Clan, including his own mother and two younger siblings before setting out, never to look back again.
Trisstan, sensing his older sibling needed a new purpose, approached him with the idea to form a new Clan, just the three of them. Feeling more a mercenary than ever before, he agreed and now hires himself out to the highest bidder...whether it's to break a few knuckles and kneecaps, or to defend the Horde in general for the greater good, he doesn't really care...All the good he'd known is gone, so what does it really matter?
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