22
Nov
Born in a small town in Silverpine Forest, Dwayne was always a chubby child, also anti-social, everytime he tried to make a friend, they would make fun of him for being fat. He was never taken seriously, his parents barely took care of him, even they made fun of him often times.
He gave himself the nickname ‘Wolve’ to make people think he was one of the people who had gotten the Worgen’s Curse. He may not have gotten the respect he desired, but he certainly wasn’t made fun of.
Years later when the worgens became a much bigger problem, he fled, he was afraid of fighting, he had never fought in his life. He eventually ended up in Stormwind, all the running had made him go from a fat child, to a muscler pretty-boy, as some people would say. He lived for several years, happily, he never even lifted a finger against the Horde, he thought with all the other problems they have, they should try and make friends with the Horde, if for just the time being, King Varian Wrynn eventually found out, and was -furious-!
He forced Dwayne into the frontlines against the Horde, Dwayne was forced to kill several of his friends that happened to be Horde members. He became mentally scarred, the happy face he used to have became the face of a war veteran, looking as if it was carved from stone. The biggest smile he could manage barely touched his lips.
The Black Dragonflight was laughing happily at how brutal Dwayne was, how much stored potential he had. One of them went in disguise and gave him an egg, telling him it was vital to his survival. When it hatched, he saw a Black Dragon Whelpling, he told him his name was Drakinath, he told him he was to be his advisor on how to harness his brutal potential, despite his many tries to kill Drakinath, Dwayne has found himself stuck with him.