Name: Thark Malidark
Race: Half-Orc
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Class/Job: Barbarian/Peasant/Enforcer?

Appearance: [img]https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRf5ms5zxuhIfFBtR_Nu-cqvHbcj9gkN_Rg_L8IuTJC3h7QbUHbwg[/img]

Biography: Thark was born outside of Reisui, in a small hut in the middle of a snowy field. He was the product of a coupling between a human woman and an orc warrior. Raised by his mother, he swiftly grew into a massive wall of flesh and strength, actually growing bigger than the small hut he and his mother shared. Thark wasn't very educated, as his mother was a simple peasant, so he often spent his free time training his body, honing his fighting skills, often fighting wolves, foxes and bears to test himself.

Eventually, wanting something more than living the farming life with his mother, he packed up his things, gave her a kiss goodbye and went on his way. He found his way to one of the surrounding villages and swiftly found out that he wasn't exactly welcome. He left and came to another village. He found the same answer waiting for him there. And the same at the next village. And the next. And the next. And the next. Finally he came to Reisui, his last chance for adventure before just giving it up and heading home. Hopefully they won't kick Thark out like the other villages and he may be able to find some adventure and profit.

Possessions: 
Weapons- Thark carries an old greatsword, an heirloom from his human grandfather to his mother. It's a bit beat up, the hilt is well worn, and some of the pieces of the blade are chipped, but it's good steel and has never let Thark down before.
Armor- Thark carries his father's old barbarian armor, the only thing he left his family. Thark wears it proudly, showing all of his great Orcish lineage. It consists of tough leather pants, a red loincloth, faded steel boots, and leather and bone bracers. On the loincloth are various Orcish symbols.
Clothing- Thark doesn't really wears clothes, the armor he wears is comfortable enough. He finds them rather restrictive.

Demeanor: Thark is a simple Half-Orc, who doesn't really concern himself with thinking too much into things. He prefers to let his strength do the talking and leave all the fancy-speech to nobles or mages. Thark isn't very smart and can often be outwitted, but if anyone does something to anger him, watch out. His rage is the stuff of legends and he won't rest until either he or that the thing that offended him is dead, regardless of who is in the way.

That being said, most of the time, he is a gentle giant who will try and befriend anyone and is often confused why people hate him so much. He also loves his mother dearly and anyone who insults his heritage will find themselves getting an ass-beating.

((Please tell me if anything needs fixing or what-not!))