[hider=The Flagbearer][b]Name:[/b] Karrush the Flagbearer
[b]Age:[/b] 33
[b]Sex:[/b] Female
[b]Breed:[/b] Full blooded orc 

[b]Appearance:[/b] Standing tall at six feet eight inches tall, Karrush is an imposing woman to even stare at. Muscles make up almost every fibre of her body, and her eyes are a rich, dark brown underneath a shock of short, military-style hair cut into a small mohawk. Her skin is a lighter shade of green mixed with a slate gray, with small tusks and a few small scars dotting her face and thin nose. Stripes of red run down her cheeks, and white war paint makes a crude but effective skull underneath that, making her countenance look like a weeping skull.

Where Moordekrai walks with all the grace of a stalking panther, Karrush carries herself like a walking tank, her size and strength more than telling of her role in the Company. Her arms are covered with scars, as well as painted on markings of tiny skulls on each of her knuckles. Her neck carries more war paint, in the form of mock scars and sutures that go around her neck as if to signify decapitation.

[b]Skills/Abilities:[/b]
- [b]All-Round Combat:[/b] Having been in frontline and back-line combat for years, Karrush has learned much about the ways of fighting, both with a weapon and without one. Her best weapon is her trusty pike, but throw anything into her hands and she'll turn it into a lethal weapon, including if nothing lands in them.
- [b]Resilience:[/b] Nothing really fazes Karrush any more. Years of battle against greater foes have taught her the meaning of the words "be a wall". Her strength behind a shield extends to those around her; her own will and drive to succeed and push forward flows through her war cries and battle shouts, pushing the other pikemen forward against all odds.
- [b]Loud:[/b] Her lungs are big and her voice is bigger, to better carry across a noisy battlefield.
- [b]Cool Head:[/b] Most rookies fall to pieces during their first battle, and that's when Karrush drills them to always have a cool head, even when the fighting's at its worst. Having a calm, decisive mind in the heat of battle makes the difference between life and death that much bigger.
- [b]Tracking:[/b] Having spent most of her life trying to hunt down the ruthless orcs that had shattered her life has given Karrush a rather keen eye and a sense of direction, and her tracking abilities are not the best, but amongst her brethren they do suffice.

[b]Equipment:[/b]
- [b]The Company Standard:[/b] A simple flag on a pole, the Company's standard never leaves her armour. The only time she doesn't carry the sign of their impending attack is when they're not at war. Other standard bearers don't treat the flags with the respect they deserve. She does. Her standard's pole is covered in notches and marks of battles past, though the flag is always clean and new for every battle. The tusks of the fallen adorn both the pole itself and her armour, and a single skull sits atop her flag.
- [b]Medium Armour:[/b] A normal set of medium weight plate armour, enough to provide good all-round protection, but light enough for her to maneuver around a battlefield without getting weighed down. The tusks of her fallen tusker brethren adorn her shoulder pauldrons, cleaned of gore and nicks, and her shoulders are painted bright red, with white spikes in the corners.
- [b]Buckler:[/b] The shield that goes onto her left arm. Notched and worn, but hardy and as resilient as she is, her shield has seen her through many battles and saved her life countless times.
- [b]Landweaver's Razor:[/b] Her main weapon, for when things get too close for comfort. With her shield on her arm, flag in one hand and sword in the other, she makes for a deadly, if short-ranged warrior. The sword hilt is decorated with the tusks of her dead family and friends, wrapped in bandages for grip and is sharpened every other day when she has the time.
- [b]Knife Pouch:[/b] A simple leather pouch that holds small, fine blades that are perfect for throwing. Normally she doesn't use much of these, but when an enemy is retreating and she isn't in the mood to take prisoners, a few blades to the back suffice.

[b]History:[/b]
[indent]Karrush was once a simpler orc, part of the Landweavers, a tribe of farmers who resorted only to violence when their land was in danger. As a result, most of her early upbringing was peaceful, and she honed her innate strength in helping to till land, turning over fields and hauling lumber. Hunting and tending to animals came naturally, as did the messier skill of butchery. Coming out of this life and into one of soldiery was not easy, but the skills she learned and the body she'd honed over her early years helped her immensely.

One year, during a particularly bad famine, her village was raided by a rival band of Orcs. Stronger, possessing more powerful weapons and more men, they burnt the village to the ground, stealing all their food, livestock and killing as many as they could before running away.
 Rather distraught, but resolute in her revenge, she took up rudimentary arms and began the slow, slow process of hunting them down. Bloodied, bruised but unflinching, she pursued her foes for months, stopping only to rest and to feed herself off the land. By the time she'd gained ground, however, it'd been a year and the trail had gone cold. The orcs that had destroyed her home had vanished. Upped stakes and moved on to another region. It was the first time she'd given up on something.

It was around this time she ran into a party of training orcs from the Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi. Lost and in a daze, she was taken in by the Company and subsequently nursed back to health. She expressed interest in joining up with them since she had no more home to return to.
 Karrush was thrown rather unceremoniously into the Pikes, where she flourished. The long, heavy polearms were reminiscent of the hoes and plows she'd used back home, and she took to their use quickly. Training under the Drillmaster, it didn't take long for her to master the use of the Pikes. But when it came time for her to move on to another warband, she refused. The pike was her weapon and under her insistence, she stayed within the Pikes among the newer tuskers.

Her bravery during a campaign was how she became the Company's lead standard bearer; during a contracted skirmish against a hostile force,
 the original standard bearer fell in combat. Without hesitating, she took up the standard, planted it in her armour and took charge of the tuskers in her pike line, pushing them forward to repel their attackers. After the battle was won, she held onto the standard and has done so ever since. Her reputation of staying in the Pike line even though she's more than ripe for a promotion elsewhere has spread to other warbands, and others have learned not to ask her why she stays.[/indent]

[b]Personality and Psychological profile:[/b]
[indent]Karrush is an orc that often won't take no for an answer. The newbie tuskers under her in the pike line speak often of how they're shouted into submission by the angry flagbearer at the head of their line. Tough love is the name of her game, just like the Drillmaster she trained under. She is the type to grit her teeth and plunge headfirst into danger so that her warband and the rookie tuskers under her come out on top.

Underneath the stern, strong and fierce exterior is a rather broken individual; having lost all semblance of family, the Company is really all she has left, and though she's a tough orc, losing anyone puts a dent in her pride. She hates having to bury one of their own, and wears their tusks on her armour with all the pride she can muster.[/indent]

[b]Relationships and Acquaintances:[/b]
[indent]TBA[/indent]
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