Character profile

Okrus

Race:

Orc

Gender:

male

Age:

very young

Currently offline

Description of the character

he figure that lumbered into view on the path was undeniably orcish, though a strange stillness clung to him. He was massive, easily towering over me with his height, and a quick glance suggested a strength that could probably uproot trees. His clothes, what little he wore, looked strained across broad shoulders and thick arms. He moved with a sluggishness that belied his size, each step heavy. His face was the most unsettling part – a vacant, almost dead look in his eyes, devoid of any discernible spark. When he grunted, it was a guttural sound, mostly unintelligible, though I caught a single, heavily accented common word. There was a palpable sense of latent violence about him, a feeling that he was a force barely contained.

Story of the character

he vacant stare in Orgus's eyes wasn't just a lack of spirit; it was the mark of a curse, one that had seemingly hollowed him out and stolen his past. He wandered the land with no clear destination, a giant adrift. Fragments of memory were lost in a murky fog, yet one instinct remained sharp and clear: the ability to fight. It was a visceral knowledge etched into his very being, a reflex that needed no recollection. Conversations were alien concepts and trade are basic at best, reduced to the most basic of words, grunts and gestures when absolutely necessary. He existed on the fringes, a silent, looming presence. However, this placid exterior was easily shattered. A perceived threat, a mocking word, and the dormant violence within him would erupt, a raw and brutal display of his only remaining skill.