Race: 1/2 Orc (Orc mother and...?)
Gender: Female
Height: just a smidge below 7 ft tall
Weight: 287 lbs of muscle
Age: 26
Flesh: Crimson red
Hair: Black (unkempt most days)
Sexual Preferences: Confused?
Personality: Although kind, gentle of spirit, and friendly... Drekk unfortunately was born with one of the worst possible parentage combinations. (see below)


Born of the unlikely mating between an orcish marauder and ill-tempered Wyrm that slaughtered the horde of marauding orcs that foolishly invaded the latter's lair, and in circumstances, best left forgotten... young Drekk  was conceived. When she was dropped into this cold harsh world, she was a victim of unfortunate events. First she was overly large, even at birth, Dark red skin, an almost completely useless tail, and much "too pretty" to be of orcish decent.
As a baby... the dragon realized one moment of lust and what would seemingly feel like years of regret... swallowed the child's other sire whole and was about to consume Drekk
before feeling a sharp stabbing pain as a sword thrust out of it's throat killing. The pain and fury of being assaulted from within caused the dragon to flail and crash about its cavern... Causing a sinkhole to open up under the child and some of the horde while the cavern roof collapsed atop the battling parents, presumably killing both.. but no one ever looked nor stumbled upon the aftermath in the years after...
How she came to be lying on the bank of a stream when some wandering adventurers stumbled upon her hearing the pitiful cries is uncertain...  But needless to say, the brutish warrior in the party, took an instant liking to the the tiny babe. At one point in their adventuring... he took Drekk back to his home village to be cared for by his clan. The elders refused to adopt the non-human mongrel.. but.. being civilized, they allowed her to remain as a clan servant, which was slightly better than a war slave.  Drekk didn't mind being the strangely wholesome and happy young girl she was.
No matter what terrible or degrading chore she was commanded to do, she simply smiled and performed as told. Even when those tasks were less than safe, like the cleaning the stalls of berserkers mounts which were known to kick heads and bite flesh and kill the unwary. Those that decided from the start, that "no one is this nice!"  "She must be a spy!"  or the worst of them ..."She was sent by demons to test us!! to see if we are weak of spirit and the flesh!"   (These later conspiratorial whispers, appeared by the time she was physically matured, but as she was even less educated than the village children and entirely illiterate she did not have the reasoning capacity to question other motives.. especially after one too many  kicks to the head by zerker mounts!
   It was around her 16th yr that the tragic news of her "foster father's" demise reached the village...  And if you thought Drekk's life couldn't get any worse... you'd be mistaken.
the covert disliking of her became  overt... and the eyes tended to follow her poorly clothed, grown-up form with less than noble intent.

Which how one night while finishing her tasks for the day in the stables, some village boys surrounded her and offered her sweetbreads and treats if she'll "play a game with them". Which as she was nibbling on the treats told it was pulling off her rags, and the boys taking turns humping her.  All those years of forced hard labour had turned this sweet gentle creature into a meaty muscled curvy girl... something the boys may not have considered too carefully. Because she was still quite virginal and when they attempted to stab their pubescent cocks into her.. it hurt.. a lot!  and her reaction was immediate and instinctual... The raging beast had been awoken!  One boy was torn in half, the others blasted with flames as they ran screaming into the night engulfed in flames!  their bodies setting shacks, and tents ablaze as they died taking most occupants with them..   in only a few minutes the entire village was fully engulfed and Drekk.. ran fearfully into the night.  
She has no idea if anyone survived, if anyone knows she lives and was the cause, or if she is being hunted... She just kept fleeing anytime anyone seemed to take any notice in faraway towns and cities more than a cursory lustful gaze...   At one point she found herself wandering sinfar.. where no one cared or seemed to ignore her and her looks..  Here.. she wasn't the biggest, or strongest.. wasn't the most beautiful or the ugliest.  As far as she saw in her uncivilized and uneducated mind.. she was just a body in a sea of bodies.


Lights n stuff will be added as we go..