Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Description:
~ Grey Orc
~ Green-grey skin, healthy tusks, cloth covers both of his grey eyes
~ Head tends to point upwards slightly, perpetually sniffing the air.
~ Ears twitch randomly
~ Well-armed and armoured. An axe, mace, shield, and two scimitars on him
~ 6'7" and thick as an ox
~ Fairly dexterous, great sprinter
~ Rumbling reverberating baritone voice
~ Well-spoken, possibly literate
~ Wary of newcomers, generally disagreeable in nature, distrustful
~ Intimidating stature is undercut by generally calm voice and obvious disability

*The lone orc sits by a small fire far out in the wilds. He stirs the sticks around with the tip of his fingers and throws them in the fire murmuring in his rumbling voice. The darkness of night envelops everything around him. He speaks audibly to himself now and looks into the wilderness as if he can still see the trees and beasts that once filled his view. A long deep breath enters his nostrils and he appears nearly serine for a few moments. He drops his head and looks towards the fire through grey eyes. He speaks with great pauses between thoughts.*

There was once a time... a time when I roamed the caverns, MY caverns with few worries. *grunts loudly* Master of MY realm... now... cast into this.

*Grunts again and there is a long pause*

Cast out from my clan... cast out of their sight... and sight cast out from me! RAAAAGH! "Heresy" they claimed. *grunts* They wish not to follow the Great Hunter.

*grunts again and pauses a moment*

Blessings of Baghtru must be upon them.

*he offers the slightest of tusk-strewn smirks and pauses again*

This... this is my realm now. *stares into the wood line over the fire and waves his hand slowly over the embers* This... *grunts* So be it! RAAAAAAAGH!

*The roar reverberates in the quiet wood. He goes silent and the fire burns its final embers.*