Name: Verkis, “Skybreaker”

Nationality: Orkantor Desert

Occupation: Mercenary

Religion: None

Appearance and Personality: 
Half-man, half-orc, Verkis stands taller than most others. His years of nomadic living have kept his body leaner than most, and some orcs used to describe him as willowy, but by human standards Verkis is a veritable giant of a figure. His skin is a pallid green color, his hair a rugged black, shaved on the sides and top-knotted. Finely groomed black mutton chops cut their way half way across his leathery face. With a low, heavy brow, small black eyes, and a pair of not-so-impressive tusks, he has all the iconic features of a spectacular orc specimen, however something about him is unusual. His eyes move, never staying in one place for long. He speaks fast and unaccented, both eloquent and passionate. While Verkis seems more than orcish in looks and culture, there is something decidedly human about his mind. 

Biography:

Verkis was born to the future king, Rusadir, and slave girl from his harem. From this unhappy union an unorthodox whelp was conceived. Verkis, never knew his mother. She died the day he came screaming into this world, and her frail body was never meant to handle rigors of orcish life. While custom dictates that children of mixed blood should be abandoned, Warlord Rusadir had never been one for tradition, and Verkis was kept within the harem until he could walk. Once orc children can walk they are put into bands of whelps their own age who are then tutored in combat and survival. While Verkis was widely hated and ostracized for his heritage, adversity proved to be the crucible in which the young being was forged. His human ingenuity kept him ahead of his peers, it was as if they all lived at a naturally slower pace than he did. What would take hours to teach a young pure-blooded orc, Verkis could master in minutes. However, his intelligence had not been going unnoticed. 

When the time had come for his father, the Warlord Rusadir, to lead his armies into the Conquest, Verkis was just coming of age. Rusadir appointed Verkis to a small scout unit in the country far from all the real fighting. “Skybreaker” and his Company of Eagles are widely spoken of in Orkantor to this day, in equal parts awe and sorrow. While Verkis Skybreaker and the Eagles' exploits in the Conquest certainly shifted the wars favor to Rusadir's side, Verkis’s success was his downfall. His siblings began to get jealous of their father’s favorite pet mongrel, and they hatched a plan.

It all seemed so obvious now. Verkis was too dangerous to keep around, a man with a loyal army and an uncanny intellect could too easily dethrone the current regime. He was too much of a hero to be killed, so he was slandered instead. Verkis was charged for the murder of a high chieftain’s daughter, and banished from the newly formed Kingdom of Rusadir along with his men. He returned to the deserts of Orkantor but found no home in the wastes. Wherever he went he could hear the hushed whispers, see the glints of sun on steel, smell the hints of blood on the air.

He had no home anymore, but he had an army, and you can get whatever you want with an army.