So you think every orc is big, dumb, and clumsy? Maybe it's true. Maybe that's why I'm rather intelligent, and quick on my toes. Then again, I don't have pure orc blood running through my veins. And, I love knives. Loves my knives!

My dad liked to drink. Alcohol. And a lot of it. It's what gave him the (liquid) courage to (intentionally or otherwise) stumble into the underworld.

He didn't survive. He may have, had he not raped a balor. And that's how I came to be, or so I'm told. Devils lie a lot. Or have we learned that not every stereotype is true?

In any case, I might (apparently) have a drunk-ass rapist grey orc for a father. And I might (apparently) have a evil-ass baatezu of a mother.

But isn't there a chance I might be a nice guy?