This towering mound of green muscle and flesh is Forgrin Iceshatter. A nomadic - perhaps exiled, orc warrior.

His yellowed eyes betray a spark of thoughtfulness that many wouldn't expect. Though cleaner and leaner than most of his kin, he still wears the furs and teeth of his enemies with pride and dresses in the traditional fashion of his once proud tribe.

Where that tribe is, is anyone's guess.

Forgrin travels alone currently, wandering the lands, finding work when and where he can. Trading in goods for coin, and often times sleeping in the wilds.

Should one find him in the morning, they will note that each morning he pours an odd substance on a small knife and keeps his head shaved close, with the exception of the long topknot he keeps.

((More to come...))

((White: Walk up RP if he is public. It doesn't matter what he is doing.

Reds: Anything against server rules. Scat, gore, vore. Otherwise, I will let you know if I am not into it if RP leads a way I don't like.

Very tell friendly!))