Yrrksh Blood Claw
Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 4:24 pm
First Name: Yrrksh
Last Name: Blood Claw
Appearance: Ugly. Real ugly. (6 Cha)
Race: Gray Orc
Age: 23
Height 6'3''
Weight: 324 lbs
Eyes: Red
Hair: Bald
Personality Profile:
General Health: Decent overall health, despite his dietary habits and poor hygiene.
Deity: Malar
Initial Alignment: CE
Profession: Tracker, Cook, Clan midget slayer.
Base Class & Proposed Development: Ranger/Barbarian/Frenzied Berzerker
Habits/Hobbies: Owns a dead rat collection that he keeps down the front of his breeches, which also doubles as his snack collection.
Languages: Orc, Undercommon
Weapon of Choice: Dual battle ux's
Background: Yrrksh was birthed in the middle of a battle that his clan was having with a group of dwarves. As he was shot from his mothers womb to the filthy battlefield below, a dwarf fell right beside him spilling his entrails on the ground next to Yrrksh and providing the baby orc with his first ever meal(and now favorite food). Yrrksh's appetite soon expanded beyond just dwarves though, and it wasn't long before he also acquired a taste for hins and gnomes as well. Quite often he is whipped into a ravenous maniacal frenzy at the mere sight of short folk. The orcs voracious appetite, however, is also his greatest weakness. The moment his stomach starts growling he becomes afflicted by a debilitating state in which he will lay down on the ground and fall asleep, or cry out "FUUD!" until he finds a morsel to "stup belly fum eeting Yrrksh!". Dead rats, also a personal favorite of his, have a profound effect on the orc as he views them as a sort of healing substance.
Goals: To eat the entire populace of Gullykin, and to build a small tree fort out of dwarf and gnome limbs.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: The only thing more foul than Yrrksh's temperament at seeing a midget is his bodily odor. The orc reeks of a mixture of dirt, coagulated blood, dead rats, rancid meat, and bodily fluids. He has never bathed in his twenty three years of life. Ever. (Anyone with a constitution of lower than 12 that comes within 10 feet of him will most likely start gagging).
Last Name: Blood Claw
Appearance: Ugly. Real ugly. (6 Cha)
Race: Gray Orc
Age: 23
Height 6'3''
Weight: 324 lbs
Eyes: Red
Hair: Bald
Personality Profile:
General Health: Decent overall health, despite his dietary habits and poor hygiene.
Deity: Malar
Initial Alignment: CE
Profession: Tracker, Cook, Clan midget slayer.
Base Class & Proposed Development: Ranger/Barbarian/Frenzied Berzerker
Habits/Hobbies: Owns a dead rat collection that he keeps down the front of his breeches, which also doubles as his snack collection.
Languages: Orc, Undercommon
Weapon of Choice: Dual battle ux's
Background: Yrrksh was birthed in the middle of a battle that his clan was having with a group of dwarves. As he was shot from his mothers womb to the filthy battlefield below, a dwarf fell right beside him spilling his entrails on the ground next to Yrrksh and providing the baby orc with his first ever meal(and now favorite food). Yrrksh's appetite soon expanded beyond just dwarves though, and it wasn't long before he also acquired a taste for hins and gnomes as well. Quite often he is whipped into a ravenous maniacal frenzy at the mere sight of short folk. The orcs voracious appetite, however, is also his greatest weakness. The moment his stomach starts growling he becomes afflicted by a debilitating state in which he will lay down on the ground and fall asleep, or cry out "FUUD!" until he finds a morsel to "stup belly fum eeting Yrrksh!". Dead rats, also a personal favorite of his, have a profound effect on the orc as he views them as a sort of healing substance.
Goals: To eat the entire populace of Gullykin, and to build a small tree fort out of dwarf and gnome limbs.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: The only thing more foul than Yrrksh's temperament at seeing a midget is his bodily odor. The orc reeks of a mixture of dirt, coagulated blood, dead rats, rancid meat, and bodily fluids. He has never bathed in his twenty three years of life. Ever. (Anyone with a constitution of lower than 12 that comes within 10 feet of him will most likely start gagging).
