Skrog

Information

Character Full Name: Skrog Faceripper

Character In-Game Name: Skrog

Nickname(s):

Association(s): The Horde

Race: Orc

Class: Rogue

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Hair: Black trimmed beard, shaved head.

Eyes: Red

Weight: 320 lbs

Height: 7'

Appearance

Dark leathers, combat equipment covered in bags and the like with blades of many types and other weapons all over at all times almost.

Other: On his left forearm, on the inner-most side a laughing skull tattoo.

Personality

Crazed, angry, vengeful, jealous, strong, driven. These words describe a man of intense passion and personal needs, a path he wants to keep on and will not be driven off from it. The strong will, but easy to anger nature of Skrog makes him a slightly loose cannon. But at times he shows heart and compassion.

History

As a child in internment he was always picking on other kids and making sure he got what he wanted. As he grew up he fought in the arena as a brutal underhanded monster. Humans loved it. He reveled in the moments he had control, strength, power over someone else life.

As time passed and then the orcs were able to escape the camps he took up the chance gleefully. Still a Bleeding Hollow orc by blood, a Laughing Skull now my heart and choice. The chance to live free. He took it like a man, took what he wanted.

Then as war came against the elves, he took up the chance to fight. He loved strangling elven women and beating them cold before ripping them apart slowly. He reveled in each fight, every dagger stab, each shiv sticking into a spin and dragging dead elves to shallow graves. Each fight making him relish screams more and more. Each grunt of pain from an elf woman appeased his inner demons. He sought to outlast all Warsong Grunts by fighting as a field assassin of sorts, gutting targets that would not expect it. Oh how many elven sentinels were caught vulnerable, ready to die. It takes time to catch elf women in such a way, a patient wait to bring death wait, one activity that unnerves most.

One particular emotion he searched for was killing an elf's animal companion before killing them, making sure they were filled with anger and sadness as he then began to torture them that way they would show the anger in their pain. An emotion he wanted to hear as they growled in agony. But after awhile they would give in to the pain and revert to pleading yelps.

As time passed and the war ended. He left, miserable, he believing his glory taken from him for one reason or another. He left for the life of a rogue in the goblin port cities and lived a life of solitude and arena battles, like how he gained his name.

A battle, him and a razor, against a two headed ogre. He ripped both of its faces off. Glorious it was, only helped his pride that he would kill who he wanted too. And by the spirits, he would seek to kill.