[hider=King Verran]
Name: Verran Kharios
Age: 22

Personality: Verran is a proud and energetic person, always seeking a new challenge for him to overcome, be that challenge a physical one, as he often prefers, or even a mental one, something unusual for the martial focused orcs. Socially, he is quite a friendly fellow to most people, however, like orcs often tend to do, he values those that show strength more than those who would rather use words to solve their problems.
Like all orcs, however, Verran hates being bound, hates being ruled by those he deems unworthy, but loves to impose his own fair(as he likes to think) rule over others.

Appearance:

[img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/5d97/f/2008/138/b/1/sir_albert_portrait_by_artbytravis.jpg[/img]

Combat Appearance: 

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Height: Orcs by blood are taller than many other races, as such, it is not uncommon for orcs to tower over people of most other races and Verran is no different, easily reaching a height of around 7 feet.

Abilities: While he has no significant magic prowess other than some self-empowering spells, Verran can easily use these spells alongside his own already significant combat prowess to help him dominate in combat. However, since orcs are not naturally great spellcasters, they use their own lifeforce to allow them to give them a temporary boost in combat. After the effect of the spell wears of, the user is often left extremely exhausted.

(Sorry, I went a bit ham on the description of the past of the orcs a bit.)
[hider= Brief History]

The distant, faraway lands of Orsis were not a pleasant place for anyone to live, not even for a peoples as martial as that of Verran's and they often had to just scrape by for the essentials whilst fighting on the distant plains. However, though their lives were difficult, this was the place of their ancestors, of their spirits, they could not simply leave them here with the savage beastly folk that inhabited their lands to be forgotten forever.

However, one old orcish warrior, who had already proven himself as a skilled warrior in countless fights against the beastfolk protested to this decision, saying that far to west lay more fertile lands, lands with enough bounty that would be able to feed them all and help them thrive. This orc challenged the authority of the orcish "king" who would use the name of the spirits to have his own people be bound to such a meager lifestyle.

In the following months, many warriors and priests who shared this old warrior's opinion flocked to his side, quickly increasing in number enough to challenge to current "king's" authority over the orcish people and for a while, it seemed  that Orsis would end up in a civil war. However, that did not come to pass as this seasoned warrior simply took his followers and began moving west, destroying any beastfolk tribe in their path on their way to this new promised land.

The trek west took a great effort even for the hardy orcish folk and hundreds perished both to disease and to raids from other nomadic groups. However, after a hard two months of near constant travel, the orcish folk had finally reached their destination, only to see that they had not been there first, a confederation of tribes of various races already inhabited the land and they were not to keen to let the orcs join them, showing outright hostility towards the old warrior and his people.

Thankfully, another king beyond this obstacle of theirs sent them an offer. The orcs and said kingdom would attack this troublesome tribal confederation from two sides and in return, any lands the orcs occupied would theirs to claim as their new kingdom. The young warrior accepted the offer and a joint strike was launched on the confederation, who, though valiantly resisted both the orcs and the neighboring kingdom, the pressure on them was too great and they lost their lands.

The orcs occupied nearly half of the former confederation's territory and as it was promised, the kingdom that had helped them allowed the orcs to keep these lands to establish as their own. The old warrior's mission was done and he was proclaimed King by the orcs there. He named his land Orsis, like his own distant former home and ruled it fairly until his death only two years into his rule.
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[hider= The New King]
The new king of Orsis would be none other than the former king's own son, as inheritance laws dictated. The moment he ascended the throne, this new ruler would change his name from a regular orcish name to that similar of the folk nearby. The name he chose was Verran, apparently the name of a old hero in these lands. And to show that they respected him as much as they had respected his father, the neighboring king sent an old valued treasure of theirs, a very large egg that was apparently the only part of Mivo still left.

However, not even two weeks into his rule and discontent already brewed in Orsis with the death of the old ruler. The peoples that had once formed the confederation they inhabited wished to see these orcs gone, and what better way to see these orcs gone other than to assassinate their ruler. And, it almost worked. They had planned everything, they had planned to attack Verran only when he would be left almost unguarded, they had planned to equip these assassins with the best equipment they could muster, they were even able to set the palace on fire.

The one thing they had not planned, however, was the hatching of the egg itself and the beast that emerged from it. It dealt with the assassins with incredible ease, it even helped him stabilize his rule over these lands and it gave Verran an idea. His father had carved his people a kingdom to call their own as a home, however, with such power in his hands, Verran set his eyes on something far greater, the eternal throne that history spoke.
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