[center][img]https://image.prntscr.com/image/n6BF7S8lSSq7PMTDUEz4-g.png[/img][/center][center][color=b0be9e][h1]Tᴏʀᴄ ᴛʜᴇ Oʀᴄ[/h1]Gʀᴇᴇɴ. Qᴜᴇᴇɴ. Pᴀᴄɪꜰɪsᴛ Wᴀʀ Mᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ.[/color][/center][img]https://i.imgur.com/hsm5DHK.png[/img]
[color=b0be9e][h3]Pʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ[/h3][/color]
[indent][color=dimgray]When an Orc is born they are given a name that is fitting for the delivery process of their birth. There surname is either brought upon by their father's accomplishments or that of their very own feats. When Torc's mother was in labor, the baby girl twisted inside the birth canal several times, ripping her severely. It was beautiful. [b]Torque:[/b] [i]A twisting force that tends to cause rotation.[/i] Torc's parent's were not very educated so the spelling of her name was not much of concern. It was just good enough so that others got the idea across that even before she could carry her first sword or axe that the little queen was causing wonderful destruction.

Born into the clan of Skullsplatter's, Torc Skullsplatter is the youngest and only daughter of Zorc and Lorc. Zorc would often mention that his fifteen sons before her were of better use for warfare, but that she would give birth to many good warriors some day. Currently she is eighteen and behind her peers in the child bearing department, by now she should have at least two children. It wasn't that Torc wasn't able to bare children or that she wasn't a sought after suitor. Standing at six foot two and weighing over two-hundred and fifteen pounds she was a catch and a half. Her red hair was disheveled, dreaded and unkempt and her eyes were a fierce and piercing yellow. She just wasn't amused with a lot of the tactics of other Orcs or most Greens for that matter.[/color][/indent]

[color=b0be9e][h3]Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ[/h3][/color]
[indent][color=dimgray]The Skullsplatter clan were a rough and tough group of Orcs. Warriors in every aspect of the word for generations and generations. They were called to arms to aide many groups and fought bravely and rarely loss a battle. By the time Torc was born, the land of Terra was quite different than her ancestors had grown up in. They trained for wars that did not happen, they taught their children to kill people that they were now intermingling with, and they stuck to traditions no how outdated they seemed. Torc was raised as any Orc child would be, but she had different interests. 

During her training as a small child she would spend more time looking at the figurines that littered the war table rather than listening to different plans of attack if it were to come down to it. Big clumsy hands were not great for carving small miniatures, she would press too hard in some places and either carve out too much or break it in half completely. This hobby was something practiced in the privates of her own room, as her parents were not too happy about the idea. They wanted a warrior bearing, axe wielding, aggressive war lord. They received one, on the outside- Torc played the role well, but she didn't enjoy it. She went through the steps she needed to take to get by the tests and trials but her heart was set other places. Torc enjoyed the creative and small things in life, she enjoyed the color that blood made a fresh white linen but didn't enjoy the process it took to get it that way.

Turning Eighteen in Orc culture was a huge day for a woman, she was not considered prime and ready for child bearing and considered a queen. Not in the political sense but in the way that Orc men treated their women with a lot of respect. Not your typical way that you would perceive respect; the men thought women were weaker and quite useless compared to their male counterpart but they were respected for giving life to their strongest and most respected leaders. Torc was no exception, she carried on her father's surname with pride and turned down men left and right. She wanted someone who respected her for her inner beauty not how fast she could splatter a skull between her thighs. This has caused some tension in her family, her mother and father have been quite vocal about what she needed to do with her life how to go about it, unless she wanted to be clanless- a fate worse than death in the Orc community. Torc would ignore most of these things, her hopeless romantic heart and her desire to break from tradition lingering every day that comes her way.[/color][/indent]
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[color=b0be9e][h3]Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs[/h3][/color]
[indent][color=dimgray][b]Sample[/b] -[i] A sample within a sample within another sample.[/i][/color][/indent]