Name: Gorgamesh The Crazed
Age: 38
Race: Orc
Description: Him: [img]http://stuffershack.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/orc.jpg[/img]
His Axe: [img]http://www.medievalcollectibles.com/images/PRODUCT/large/WRBL02_1_.png[/img]

He has large tusks, one of them chipped. And a large scar across his face. His armor covers more of his body then shown in the picture.

Biography:  Gorgamesh was a orc in his prime, still is. He was the perfect image of what Gruumsh wants for his kin to be. Perhaps even too good for their tastes. He was such a murderous orc and a vile one at that. They called him the crazed one. One feature that made even the toughest of orcs nearly puke was that Gorgamesh would devour those he had killed. Yes devour, cooking them and eating them. He brought so much fear ,that the chief had him banished, afraid the Gorgamesh would some day dine on him one night. Gorgamesh was hurt by this and it effected his mentality a bit. He thought he did good for the tribe and they betrayed him by banishing him. He hated them for it, the whole lot of them he hated. He even turned from the great one eye as well. Gruumsh could have prevented this turning and voiced his opinion on the matter ,but no. He just sat there on his ass and let it happen. Gorgamesh never forgave him or his tribe for it. He devoured his kills because it was a moral breaker for the enemy or anyone who would wish to challenge him. 

   The first month in the wilds was tough for him but he managed to make the best of it. He used everything he got his hands on to survive. He even learned how to make traps and even made his own armor from bits and pieces of those who fell to his axe.  His prey of choice was mostly outlawas and brigands. Fools to stupid to not try and and best a orc at his best or his worse. He added a notch to the shaft of his axe for each kill he made. The bottom half of the shaft was nearly fully notched. It made it clear that he had killed plenty in time.

 He lived alone in the deep parts of the forest east of Shar'es and from there he survived. He only killed those who tried to fight him. If they left him alone he left them alone. Although when he saw outlaws or bandits. He gave no quarter. No one would care if a few assholes went missing. Eventually he confronted his tribe once more and slaughtered every last one including the chief. He then proceeded to eat the chief.
 Eventually he made friends with a guardian of the forest. A rare site to be seen, the sight was of a nymph who lived in a lake. She was freinds to all and everyone if they deserved such. Both never though such a friendship would take hold. I mean she was a nymph who was good and he was a orc who was bad. However, hearing his story and how he made peace about it she felt pity for him. She gave him permision to hunt and eat in the forest, as long as it was in reason. Like killing to eat was one thing.... to kill for sport was another.

Demeanor/Attitude: Mostly calm ,but crazed. His attitude is kind of scary as he finds certain things others wouldn't rather soothing. However, he losses it if he sees another orc. Their betrayal never sit well with him. He likes elves though and pretty women. He finds their beauty soooo enchanting. 

Other: He has with him carving tools for various jobs. Skinning, being one of them. He also had a tool for carving hard fruit or vegetibles. He also carries at his waste skulls. Skulls of his greatest foes and the ones he hated most. The orc chief of his tribe was one of those very skulls.