When I first started playing World of Warcraft I did what most people do I rolled a hunter. Granted mind was a Dwarf not a Night Elf like most people. Even two mouths after launch in January of 2005 I could see there were way to many Elves in the game. Something that hasn't really changed since. I got to level 52 by June but between my computer have its power supply being hit by lighting and general burn out I decide to hang up my gun return my bear to the wild and let my Dwarf live out the end of his days with the Goblins in Tanaris.
I love that hunter dearly but he was just a character in a RPG like so many others I have played over the years. Sure I grouped with him, even had him in some guilds but all and all. I soloed most of my way to the 50's. And when I started getting quests to go into places like BRD and all the other Blackrock instances. They sounded bigger and more remarkable than anything I had let seen.
Four years after being left behind once my Dwarf hunter is once again sitting and enjoying his time. Now he sits in the shadow of Nax dreaming of killing Arthus with his Bear still at his side. He is unlikely to have that honor just like he didn't ever make it into Blackrock Mountain, or the Black Temple. But as grunt in the Alliance he does what he can to help. Some people strive always for greatness and when they don't get here they aren't happy. However It important ever character know its place in life.