Race: Orc
Home Setting: Spelljammer
Gender: Male
Height: 7'4"
Weight: 350 lbs

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Description
A mountain of an Orc, dressed in a uniform that both makes him seem more poised and uncomfortable.  It consisted of oiled leather, polished to a sheen metal, and fine cloth.  Situated upon his body in such a way that it was clearly designed for ease of movement and to protect key points.  At a guess, he was a ship hand of some sort, or at the very least.  Used to be.  If his weapons were any indication at the least.

Yellow eyes, full of passive rage, and a calm born in the storm of those windows to his soul, gave enlightenment that he had seen more then a mountain clan's cave in his life. Slopping jaw gave way to his tusks.  His head shaven clean, by choice, and the muscles of an ox gave a very clear picture of this Orc's role in life.  He was a brawler.

Background
Once a Wildspace crew-mate, he sailed across the vast expanses between worlds.  Dictated to the job of 'Muscle' he reveled in the position and found that coercion and a good deck fight were the best things in life.  He was in his new found element like a security blanket, and it wasn't until the Captain ran afoul of some Githyanki and invoked that most ancient of Smuggler's Rights -Every Man for Themselves- did he find that it had ended.  At a dizzying speed, falling through the Astral planes.  It takes more then a sinking ship and the endless reaches of the Astral Sea to kill this Orc, or so it would seem as he resurfaced in Sinfar after some time finding his bearings.

Green:
[Females] [Amazonians] [Barbarians] [Challenge] [Semi-Public]  [Unannounced]

Yellow:
[Downtrodden] [Weak] [Overly-Sexualized] [Full-Animal]

Red:
[Male/Shemale ERP] [Standard Server Reds] [Child Like Characters]