This is what i have so far let me know if this is good
im still working on his abilities will update in the next day or so
NAME: Guaron Uzuk
RACE: Nord/Orc
GENDER: Male
AGE: 30
FACTION: Orcs
APPEARANCE: He carries some of his mothers and father traits, His father being a nord and his mother an orc, Pale skinned and well defined muscles, A strong chiseled face with a single pronounced canine tooth protrudes from the right hand side of his mouth. A black cloth eye patch covers his left eye, A remnant from a past battle. His body is covered in a few scars, "Mistakes" according to him.
BACKGROUND:-
Born as an orphan in Riften. His mother died whilst giving birth to him, He was shunned by the community and teased by the other orphans cause of his mixed blood heritage, He found that he could not trust anyone,that he would have to fend for himself in this dangerous environment where everyone was out to get everyone else. The only thing that kept him sane was the constant thought of survival, taking advantage of situations when they presented themselves, Stealing loaves of bread or small amounts of cheese to eat, A few times he was caught by the guards and severely punished his hands still bare the whip marks from the guards punishments.
As soon as he reached the age of ten, he was told to leave the orphanage as he was now too old to live there any longer. He packed all of his belongings into a sack and left Riften, tired of being shunned by the community,he decided to seek out the heritage of his mother, hearing that there was a Orc encampment nearby, he decided to go check it out and see if they would accept him for what he was.
As he approached the wooden gates of the Orc encampment, An Orc stopped him by putting a hand on his chest "Eh' where do you think your going? your not an Orc, your a half breed your not allowed in. You must test your fortitude before we accept you as an Orc ." Before pushing him over and heading back inside the village.
Guaron stood back up and remained standing, Each day he would knock on the door to the village and ask if he was worthy of being let into the village only to be told he wasn't allowed in. So he went back to standing in front of the village, Rain pelted down on his head, He did not move. Winds howled around him, He did not falter. Finally on the fifth day of him standing out there, no food, no water, they finally let him into the village and called him an Orc.
He slowly learned the ways of the Orc, first came swordsmanship so he knew how to defend himself, becoming accustomed to the Orc culture and way of life, his views of everyone outside of stronghold changing, he started painting his face with warpaint and getting more involved with the rituals. As time went on he grew more accustomed to these fields eventually learning to wield an orcish great sword, as he found brute strength often worked better than dancing around his enemy.
PERSONALITY:- Orcish blood runs through his veins and because of this he can be quick to anger if he doesn't like you, He usually remains silent, most people would confuse this with being lost in thought, But really, hes thinking about the best way to kill you. It takes a lot of effort to earn his trust, but because of his Nord blood once you gain his trust, he becomes a very strong and very loyal ally.
EQUIPMENT:
Sackcloth Clothes
Crude Leather Shoes
Iron Cuffs
ABILITIES:-