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* Name: Gorman
* Species: Orc
* Age: 50
* Gender: Male
* Specialization: Fighter

* Tragic Backstory: On one fateful night, when the annual thunderstorm soaked the Wasteland, the High Priestess went into labor with her first child. After hours of struggling to push him out, it is said that the midwife reached in to pull him out instead. The child latched onto her hand with such unnatural strength that she had to withdraw him arms-first. Legend has it that the moment he breathed his first breath, a lightning strike startled everyone in the room. But the child was the only one who didn't flinch. Instead, he pumped his fist in the air in defiance.

Regardless of the truth of this story, legends surrounded the young orc from the very first years of his life. He supposedly popped the head of a kobold when he was three, defeated a platoon of goblins when he was ten, and defended his village from an invading orc army all by himself when he was twenty. The truth was a bit less glorious, but he made no attempt to stifle the legends - they were his shield against contenders. Despite having a talent for killing, he sought to live a more peaceful life, taking up architecture since entering adulthood.

For many years, he and his team of builders constructed cities of rammed-earth and cobblestone all across Fellmore. His work was reputed to be of the highest quality, able to withstand both sieges and soaking thunderstorms. His wealthier clients appreciated his attention to detail, and his decorative work brought him to the feet of lords.

But the peace was not to last. An alliance of humans and elves marched through Fellmore killing everything in their path. The reigning King of Fellmore drafted every able-bodied soul to the defense forces, including all of Gorman's employees. Every one of them died in the battle. Gorman was assigned to guard the King, and when the enemy finally routed the Fellmoran forces, Gorman reportedly absorbed nearly a dozen arrows before succumbing to his wounds. But the King perished anyway.

Gorman wanted to die. But to his dismay, he did not. When the Warlock seized control of Fellmore, he heard tales of the orc's exploits and healed him. Now that he owed his life to the Warlock, Gorman had no choice but to live on. And if he was going to live, he decided he might as well take his revenge on the vicious elves that slew all his friends. Seized with this newfound reason for life, he accepted a position as Captain of a warband and trained to regain his fighting skills dulled from disuse.

* Character Development Goals: Gorman views the other races with stereotypical prejudice. To him, elves are merely conniving snakes, humans are extra-wimpy elves, and dwarves are drunken idiots. All of them are gutless murderers in his eyes. He refuses to see them as people. Over time, though, circumstances will force him to face this issue and answer some tough questions about who he is and what he believes in.
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