Vun. Vun-ruk-tar.

As he calls himself when introductions are made, with every syllable beating to his broad chest as he makes simple conversation. A strange being of an orc that tends to break the mould between first and third person when making conversation, now and again slipping on his clumsy common tongue.

About his person at nearly all times is a black outfit that is now beginning to look washed out and faded. When in such apparel, it's dotted with ink stains and bulging with tiny both muscle and a tiny notebook that looks wet through with ink. For a brute having taken to an educated lifestyle step, he definitely would stand out as odd amongst even his own kindred.

When Vun speaks he seems to hold a second to try and formulate words that might allow any he speaks to a chance to actually understands what he says. Those annoying tusks cause a slur to emerge in 'human speak', thus his growled guttural home tongue in orc is pitch perfect to his own kind.

Regardless of outside appearances, there is still a strange sense of interest at the weird stone city that surrounds him on all sides. Adopting the weird human customs, along with its attached debaucheries.

Orientation: Straight

Greens: Quite a few things, generally how the RP progresses.
Yellow: More than one person (spend more time waiting and juggling), acts of intimate violence that evoke blood to enter the mix, public scenes (let's just moooove to one side)
Reds: All rule-breaking acts. You know the ones.