[b]Name:[/b] Sknad Lat-Denall (Sknad the Headrisker) 

[b]Age:[/b] 17

[b]Appearance:[/b] Sknad can be described easily with one word - abominable. He is tall for an Orc, standing near 6 feet 5 inches, though he is somewhat hunched, but it doesn't take away the impression one bit. His body is nearly entirely covered with scars, his greyish skin covered by hastily stitched cuts and scabs that he often rips off during battle, which makes his condition worse. His arms, contrasting with his stout torso, are long, almost doll-like, often dangling as he walks. However, none of this is as bad as his face. His one, marble-like eye is perhaps the only thing on his head that has not been damaged, aside from his beard. His receding hair has plenty of gaps on it, caused by smashes onto his skull - and he also completely lacks a nose, with leather, colored with red stripes, sewn on top of the gap (and the entire right side of his head) instead. His neck is pierced by a tube that allows him to breathe with filters on it to keep him from breathing dirt and dust inside. Sknad's teeth are exposed, with his lips having turned into split flaps of flesh that he has, on one occasion, bitten off. 

Sknad's attire is just as interesting (if not repulsive) as his body, with furs of multiple animals and feathers covering most of his armor. He wears a tigerskin tunic underneath his cuirass with wings sewn onto his right shoulder, with a short, red hyena cape covering his left arm most of the time. On top of his head, he wears a fur, feather-adorned tuque also dyed red. His pants are made of bear skin with most of it being tucked into his knee-high boots. He often wears a red sash over his tunic in which he hides various sorts of items.

[b]Skills/Abilities:[/b]

[b]- Deranged:[/b] As his nickname suggests, he really is a Headrisker, often performing dangerous maneuvers such as jumping from his Warg onto a shield wall (ended up with a broken arm and lost teeth).

[b]- Endurance:[/b] Sknad is exceptionally durable. He can survive (and has survived) wounds that have slain other Orcs. 

[b]- Terrifying:[/b] His description of exceptionally ugly can easily change into exceptionally fearsome when he starts charging. 

[b]- Warg Rider:[/b] Sknad rides into battle on top of a Warg that's covered in boiled leather, essentially acting as light cavalry.

[b]- Blades up His Sleeve:[/b] He is almost never disarmed, having edged weapons tucked in his boots, sash, and in one occassion, beard.

[b]Equipment:[/b]

- Sknad is rather lightly armored compared to his comrades, with just a haubergeon underneath his tunic and a breastplate over it. The breastplate has an upwards pointing plate that covers the neck against thrusts that are aimed at the area.

- He has a reverse-curved sword that he uses to great effect in battle. It's tied to his arm in case he drops it.

- Kept in case he's disarmed, Sknad has a shortsword, a few daggers and sharp pieces of metal hidden all over his clothing.

- He has a Warg that he's named Whistle. He's quite fond of it, and Whistle's fond of Sknad.

-Carries bolas for disarming enemy cavalry.

[b]Personality:[/b] Sknad is an Orc worthy of his title. His recklessness often borders insanity, to a degree that his comrades are cautious when following him. Despite what one might expect of him, Sknad actually doesn't have much of a temper - he merely enjoys the thrill and believes that he's going to die when God wants him to die, so he might as well enjoy it as much as he can before his time comes. This fatalistic mindset is the primary reason for his carefree, reckless demeanor (And considering the wounds he has sustained, he might be right). A scholar could define Sknad as a true Dionysian - despite his time in the Pikes, he's still chaotic, enjoys the worldly pleasures and tries to lead a simple, ''good'' life. This is a great contrast from his time in battle, as he often ends up being part of the vanguard, enjoying the carnage. It can be easily explained, however, as his way of reaffirming that he is alive.

[b]History:[/b] Sknad was born into a rough life - he was wounded the moment he got out of his mother's womb, lacking an eye, without even an eye socket. This was thought to be an ill omen for his settlement, and it showed - winter seemed to never pass when it came, and those who tried to hunt never returned. Wanting to get rid of their son, but being too guilt-conscious to kill him or leave him in the woods, the parents were stuck with Sknad. Their time of happiness soon came, however, when a half-orc decided to 'adopt' him for a few coins. And that's where Sknad's life actually began. The fellow intended to sell him to an underground fighting ring to pay his debts, but it did not work out, since they did not accept payment in Orc. Stuck with Sknad, who seemed to follow him wherever he went, the man decided to 'lose' him in a freakshow. Taken in by an Orc called Boogeyman for having a cleft so large it nearly split his head in two, Sknad was, at first, employed as Boogeyman's lackey during shows, and laborer. His time to shine came when a bull used in a show escaped its cage in a frenzy and gored Boogeyman. Sknad, full of anger, appeared out of nowhere with a cleaver in his hand and engaged the animal in battle. He won, though there were consequences. 

During the battle, Sknad received a stomp to the right side of his head by the dying bull which crushed half his face in along with his nose - if not for immediate attention by the people around, Sknad would have either bled or suffocated to death. For him there wasn't much of a loss, since he never had an eye there anyway - in fact, his increased ugliness meant he attracted more attention, and as part of a freakshow, that was quite a good thing to have. He was soon promoted from laborer to companion, and eventually grew up to be one of the freakshow's spearheads as an animal fighting abomination. It was during these times that he took up wearing furs and feathers, as it attracted the crowd's attention, to a point he was hailed as the Were-Orc at times. The Were-Orc attracted a lot of attention eventually, and after voluntarily fighting in the arena of a warlord and winning against multiple boars, he was awarded his tigerskin tunic. 

This life eventually came to an end, however. The freakshow visited a lord, and were paid to entertain his guests in a feast. During their performance, however, the lord's child was so afraid of Sknad's face that he started running away from him, right into the flamebreather's performance. Thinking that the burning child was part of the display, the people started clapping until they realized it was real. It was too late by then, however. The child died soon after, and most of the freakshow, the ones that weren't savvy enough to run away the moment of the accident, were put to the sword by the grieving lord's guards. Amongst the ones that ran away was Sknad, realizing that he would have had the most painful of deaths if he had stuck around for a second longer. He ran for as long as he could, and eventually found himself in a slimy inn far away from those lands. After running out of coin, he asked the innkeeper for work, and was told of the Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi. Leaving to join the mercenary group, he eventually found himself in, serving in the Pikes as the ire of the Drillmaster. Eventually, after a lot of training, he was able to become part of the Wargs as an able, but reckless member.

[b]Relationships and Acquaintances:[/b] Ygdri the Doctor- Much to the chagrin of Ygdri, Sknad often has to spend time alongside her thanks to his demeanor. Be it breaking bones after falling from his Warg, or be it getting speared in the gut, he's got plenty of reasons to be around. Due to the reason that she's the only one able to take care of his neck, Sknad tries not to piss Ygdri off. Still, over time they have formed quite close.