A massive beastly creature, of orcish stock and brandishing savage claw blades on his fists. The creature isn't one for conversation, direct when forced and almost incapable of subtlety. Still, he seems wise enough to know not to act out like his more unruly former warband.

Standing a few inches shy of seven feet, the orc is smaller than the other foulbloods of his litter. He knows little of the fate of his siblings, only that they were far to dangerous to handle. That he were sired by devil, demon or some thing worse, his elders ook that secret to the grave after a long and bloody battle. Paladins leaving is home in ruins, the orc hid and fended for himself as he grew into the small mountain of slate skinned brawn.