WAAAAAAAGH
Member
WAAAAAAAGH
Race: Orc
Age: 14
Description: Looks like one of them orcs. Dark green skin, 7'5''. No hair. Light green eyes. Black tongue. Two large tusks jutting out of lower mouth.
History: Ostensibly, WAAAAAAAGH was named by the noise his mother made when he tore his way out of her womb, having decided that enough was enough and that it was proper time for him to enter the world. If she hadn't died from it, she probably would have been mighty proud of the fact. It was said that Orok, father of the orcs, had done the same. WAAAAAAAGH hadn't proceeded to rape his older sister and sire a new race, but the thought was what counted. Still, his mother had died, and therefore couldn't feel proud because dead people didn't feel anything at all. So that was that. She was some good eating, though.
He was born into a small group of orcs that, unlike most of their brethren, managed to escape from Sherian. While the greater majority of orcs had been killed or were holed up in Orckon/Ire, they had managed to escape and eke out a living in the Khardran Mountains nearby. It was a rather harsh environment, so the group was never able to grow large enough to warrant any attention, but it was a living.
Still, they followed the orc traditions, even it doing so wasn't exactly the best method of self-preservation. He grew up strong and aggressive, mauling his way through his youth. WAAAAAAAGH didn't seem like the brightest, but he was surely one of the toughest.
Problem?
Solution: SMASH. WAAAAAAAGH.
When he was 8, he and all the other 8s were rounded up into a Mob and kicked out. There weren't too many of them, only around three or four as compared to the proper dozens in the good old days. WAAAAAAAGH was made the Chieftain because he was the biggest and the strongest. Chieftains, as WAAAAAAAGH understood, ruled through power and might, not being nice and flowery or something stupid like that.
He proceeded to push all the other members of his Mob off a cliff.
WAAAAAAAGH.
Once that was done with (he'd shown them!), he stomped around the mountains for a while, living off the land and beating up things that were in his way. The orc learned how to brawl out of necessity, because if he didn't the things he tried to beat up would beat him up instead and then eat him. That would be bad.
He was stomping around one darkening and found a camp of mountain bandits. Since it was the middle of the darkening, they were asleep. He was not. He WAAAAAAAGH'd their faces off, mostly by smashing them into the rocky mountainside by chucking them off of cliffs. He then looted their camp, and got some neat shinies and also a big metal smash'm.
So that was neat.
Race: Orc
Age: 14
Description: Looks like one of them orcs. Dark green skin, 7'5''. No hair. Light green eyes. Black tongue. Two large tusks jutting out of lower mouth.
History: Ostensibly, WAAAAAAAGH was named by the noise his mother made when he tore his way out of her womb, having decided that enough was enough and that it was proper time for him to enter the world. If she hadn't died from it, she probably would have been mighty proud of the fact. It was said that Orok, father of the orcs, had done the same. WAAAAAAAGH hadn't proceeded to rape his older sister and sire a new race, but the thought was what counted. Still, his mother had died, and therefore couldn't feel proud because dead people didn't feel anything at all. So that was that. She was some good eating, though.
He was born into a small group of orcs that, unlike most of their brethren, managed to escape from Sherian. While the greater majority of orcs had been killed or were holed up in Orckon/Ire, they had managed to escape and eke out a living in the Khardran Mountains nearby. It was a rather harsh environment, so the group was never able to grow large enough to warrant any attention, but it was a living.
Still, they followed the orc traditions, even it doing so wasn't exactly the best method of self-preservation. He grew up strong and aggressive, mauling his way through his youth. WAAAAAAAGH didn't seem like the brightest, but he was surely one of the toughest.
Problem?
Solution: SMASH. WAAAAAAAGH.
When he was 8, he and all the other 8s were rounded up into a Mob and kicked out. There weren't too many of them, only around three or four as compared to the proper dozens in the good old days. WAAAAAAAGH was made the Chieftain because he was the biggest and the strongest. Chieftains, as WAAAAAAAGH understood, ruled through power and might, not being nice and flowery or something stupid like that.
He proceeded to push all the other members of his Mob off a cliff.
WAAAAAAAGH.
Once that was done with (he'd shown them!), he stomped around the mountains for a while, living off the land and beating up things that were in his way. The orc learned how to brawl out of necessity, because if he didn't the things he tried to beat up would beat him up instead and then eat him. That would be bad.
He was stomping around one darkening and found a camp of mountain bandits. Since it was the middle of the darkening, they were asleep. He was not. He WAAAAAAAGH'd their faces off, mostly by smashing them into the rocky mountainside by chucking them off of cliffs. He then looted their camp, and got some neat shinies and also a big metal smash'm.
So that was neat.
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