A large, nearly pure orc, creature that stands well over seven feet tall. With dark hair and skin to match, his skin battered and scarred from no doubt inner tribal battles. His tank-like frame would seem to make him a threat to not be taken lightly... that is, if it wasn't for that way he spoke like a dumb orc would.

Usually seen on his person from time to time when not being repaired would be a trusty battleaxe of frightening proportion - standing head tall as him with spikes studding the blade of the axe that is no doubt used to scare off the enemy as it is to inflict some very grave damage if their armour doesn't block it first.

When seen walking about his range of dress seems to vary from burdening heavy clad metal that almost seem to be just square plates slapped together by a drunk blacksmith; rags made from the skin of hunted animals; "posh" clothing which he's not had the brain of putting on properly to suit it and lastly his wild dress sense which is purely a long piece of leather wrapped around himself to his knees with sandals.

Greens: Most things so long as they're not gay related.
Reds: Kids, scat, gore.