Name: Porag
Race: Half-Orc
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 256 lbs
Hair: Blood Red
Eye: Dark Brown

Story:

The clash of metal on metal rang through the encampment and Porag's clan was being attacked by some human interlopers.  The humans called themselves Adventure Company Sigma and in their mind they were freeing the local village from the grasps of Porag's band of bandits.  Porag was just trying to make a living just like every on ther living creature in the lands.  Even worse, the damn humans attacked on a night of celebration as the bandits were celebrating a successful raid of the local village.  They had women, booze, food, and gold and they were ready to have the best celebration ever.  The fucking humans came and showed no mercy, cutting down Porag's brothers as they were drinking, eating, and fucking the raid's bounty. Porag's clan readied their arms as fast as they could, but they were already at a disadvantage. That didn't matter though, nobody fights harder than a half-orc when they have their backs to the wall.  Though half of his brothers laid in pools of their own blood, the other half fought as if they were possessed by demons.  The tide of battle turned quickly once the Exiled boys, Porag's clan, got their bearings.  They pushed the humans out of the camp an into the surrounding woods showing no mercy to the humans.  Soon Porag found himself face to face with the leader of Adventure Company Sigma in a cleaning in the woods about a half mile from Porag's encampment.  And vicious battle ensued, both parties taking at many wounds as they were able to dish out.  Porag took a perticularlly vicious blow to his knee causing him to lose his footing.  It looked to be the end for this half-orc, but something happened when he hit the ground.  It was like the world around him ceased to exist for a matter of seconds.  When everything came back to focus he found himself behind his foe with the perfect opportunity to end this battle.  Without hesitation he took his opportunity and cleaved the man in the back with his axe.  The man was caught by surprise and fell to the ground mortally wounded.  As the human's life slipped away he muttered his final words.  "How in the abyss did you do that...you are truely the assassin king".  The words were over heard by Porag's surviving brothers and they started chanting "Assassin King, Assassin King".  The title stuck and they emerged from the skirmish victorious.  The Exiled boys broke down camp and moved on to the next village and then the next.  Finally they came to Sinfar, now Porag has his eyes set on his next big score.