[b]Name:[/b] Shork

[b]Race:[/b] Half-Orc

[b]Age:[/b] 41

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Appearance:[/b] Standing at 6'5", Shork looks rather brutish like most half-orcs do - though he seems to take a little more after his human mother, it doesn't take anything away from the broad, powerful build and muscle mass of his orcish blood. His skin has an evident greenish hue and tusks protrude from his mouth, that along with red eyes making his heritage obvious to anyone who gets as much as a glance of him. Decades of being outside and hunting have left quite a mark on him, leaving his face furrowed and small scars all over his face and arms. Combined with short black hair that has grey streaks already in it and a stubbly beard, he looks exactly like the grizzled middle-aged hunter he is.

[b]Clothing/Armor:[/b] Shork has used the same set of hide armor along with leather breeches and boots for years, and it shows in the many uneven patches where he mended it himself or paid somebody else to do so - his armor was originally of a dark brown colour, but now it has speckles of different shades of brown, grey and black all over it, and the many repairs made it bulge and be baggy in spots, yet still he outright refuses to get it replaced, being so adamant about it that some of the children in Estermere giggle behind his back that he'd die if he were to take it off.
It serves him well enough for his endeavors though, and it provides him with more mobility that something made of metal might - If the winter gets particularly harsh, he wears a cloak and a hood made of thick furs over his usual attire. 

[b]Weapons:[/b] He carries a longbow that he stubbornly keeps in pristine condition, regularly letting it get treated by a bowyer. Though he's usually careful with letting other people touch any of his belongings, he makes an exception for this bow, being implacable about it having to be just perfect. Strapped to his back is a leather quiver where he keeps around twenty arrows (though occasionally packing more, up to fifty, when he goes on longer hunting trips) with goose fletchings, replenished after each hunt. Other than that, the only weapon he has with him is a knife with a handle made of horn and a slightly curved blade on his belt that he uses in emergencies if an animal ever gets too close to him, though he mainly uses it to skin the animals he hunts and to cut up the meat he sells.

[b]Skills/Abilities:[/b] His main skill is hunting, and as such he makes his living mainly by selling carcasses, furs and hides to those who finish processing them, though occasionally he sells them to the general populace as well. As somebody who lives alone and has worked many jobs over the years, he is also somewhat competent in various skills such as basic repair work in regards to his hut, clothing and tools, fishing as well as cooking the meat he keeps for himself. As a hunter, he's also proficient at making traps (although he prefers hunting with a bow) and in the rare cases somebody needs it, serves as a guide and guard for the outskirts of Estermere, all the way up to the Everwinter Mountains if the pay is right, though he refuses to go to Fullforge Keep itself. (this would depend on how far away the Everwinter Mountains really are, it sounded like they are at least somewhat close!) From his youth, he's also adept in fist fights, although he hasn't been in a real one for years.

[b]Magic:[/b] Nope!

[b]Inventory[/b] (not counting what he has in his hut):
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[*]A backpack filled with things to survive days in the wilderness - a bed roll, a waterskin, a fire striker, rations made of dried meat, and a strong rope.[/*]
[*]A few torches[/*]
[*]A cooking kit - a small iron pot and skillet, a wooden bowl, plate and ladle, and small packets of seasonings to provide for himself, stored in the backpack[/*]
[*]Enough gold coins to live a comfortable life, if not a luxurious one (not sure about how much a gold coin can really buy you)[/*]
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[b]Backstory:[/b] 
Having been born to a human mother and an orc father and abandoned rather quickly, Shork fended for himself ever since he was old enough to walk. Growing up in the streets of Fayport, he got through his early years by begging and stealing, and when he was old enough, putting his orcish traits and brutish strength to good work operating as a bouncer or enforcer for shadier types and soon participating in 'harder' crimes such as mugging and extortion occasionally, and soon joining a Thieves' Guild in the city. He rose in the ranks rather quickly, though before he could really become a higher-up in it, he got too eager and tried to mug the wrong target - one of the dwarven merchants of Fullforge Keep trying to sell the ore his brothers mined. Easily overwhelmed, he was left to the guard and, not being important enough for the guild to bail him out, he ended up spending years in jail, the experience severely changing his outlook in life and leading to him cutting his ties with any criminal activities.
After he was released, he still worked odd jobs here and there though trying hard to stay on a more honorable path than before his imprisonment, leading to him working jobs that required little training such as being a deckhand and a bodyguard and soon completing basic military training as well, before settling down helping out an old ranger, learning about the art of hunting, trapping and surviving while hauling the carcasses the old man caught. Happy about being given the opportunity to redeem himself from his earlier deeds, he was equally devastated when the man inevitably died of old age - he spent the rest of his meager earnings to give him a proper funeral before setting out to live in the woods with his mentor's equipment, sharpening his skills and only going to cities, particular Estermere, every now and then to sell his wares, until he had a long heart-to-heart talk with the mayor and allowed himself to settle down there in an old hut. Ever since, he's lived a simple life there, being content with being part of the community even though he's not the most social person. Recently he warmed up and made friends with an Elven woman, going on somewhat regular hunts with her, though she is one of the few he trusts enough to do longer hunting trips with him.

My backstory is kinda all over the place right now, i'll clean it up later, it's pretty late right now - I might also add some more mundane items to his inventory, but i'll warn people before I do.