Name:: Orgen Burningmaw
Age:: 28
Sex:: Male
Breed:: Halfie (Orc, Giantess)

Appearance: [img=http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2010/294/7/e/orc_by_kanaru92-d318umo.jpg] He is around 8'5" in height and 510lbs.

Skills/Abilities:
- Bladed Combat 
- Alchemy
- Tracking
- Trapping
- Smithing
- Survivalist

Equipment:
- Mismatched Plate Armor
- Giant Two-Handed Waraxe
- 2 Heavy Barbed Clubs made from Mammoth Femur.
- Sharpening Stone and Shaping Knife.

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If anything at all can be said about Orgen's dad, it is that he was extremely ballsy. To have loved a giantess and live long enough to get her pregnant, he was a gamer through and through. Apart from being responsible for his hideous visage though, his role was nothing in Orgen's childhood because he was never there. His mother though lived alone in the mountains where he was slowly reared as a giant. Apart from his massive build, the fact that latent orc blood gave him an incredible bloodlust was nothing to joke about. 

In his early life, he had serious trouble tracking prey because they got spooked so easily. He slowly got the hang of it though. When his mother was slain in an ill-fated attack by an adventuring party, it was the first moment that young Orgen gave into his animal instincts. Armed with nothing but blind rage, he left nothing but pulp of the attackers that had slain his mother. As a sign of finally accepting his primal urges he ate them all. With no one left to look for, he became a wanderer and then a mercenary. His gargantuan build afforded him a reputation and also a lot of attacks in front line charges because his swing was enough to change morale.

It was by fate that he came across his father's kind in a village. A big group of outcasts that lived his kind of life and had enough going for them to get him interested. He requested for a spot and quickly got one. It was here that he learned actual combat, the Pikes being his baptism by fire. As he rolled along with he truly found a place he belonged and a few pals he could look out for. When he was deemed as a chosen, he crafted himself a big waraxe befitting of an elite.

Afterall, if Death is the price one paid for the fun of battle then what better way to enter it that with eight feet slab of sharpened iron. Hehe.
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Personality and Psychological profile:
He is crazier than orcs and always hungry for battle. Some will say, he embodies war and the fear that death brings. Usually quite reserved and busy by himself, he is a being well-respected on the battlefield.

Relationships and Acquaintances:
Depends on whether he gets accepted.