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[B]Name[/B]: Folkmar of Raven Rock
[B]Age:[/B] 21
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Race:[/B] Orc
[B]Country of Origin:[/B] Miraheim
[B]Appearance:[/B]
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[B]Personality:[/B] Folkmar is proud, if not a bit rigid. He generally wants the best for those around him, but it’s usually a result of him wanting to work to the best of his ability. He has a strong sense of self worth, which leans into haughtiness on occasion, and an even stronger belief that his way of doing things is the right way. This isn’t because he thinks he’s naturally right, but because he strictly adheres to the ways of his clan, in which he sees great value. In his mind, everyone could do with acting a little more like an orc. This coincides with his strong devotion to Gor-Gashuur, the fearsome orc god, associated with brutality, murder, and conquest, as well as shaping the monsters that venerate it.
[B]History:[/B] Folkmar was raised knowing one thing. '[i]Strong[/i]' is good. Gor-Gashuur made them strong, and for that, he was worshiped. Folkmar was strong, and for that he was praised. His father was weak, and for that, he was never spoken of. His mother was strong because she cared for him, kept him from the humans until he was ready.
However, he was never really ready. Not really. Due to his mixed blood, he aged slower than the orcs around him, so others had plenty of chances to stake their claims towards chiefdom before he was physically capable.
Still, he felt his strength, considerable as it was, must be used for something. Then, one day, despite the warnings of the tribe, he looked to the humans. They didn’t have the strength of Gor-Gashuur on their side. Their warriors couldn’t do what he could. So, he decided to bring both to their aid, while following the teachings of his tribe, inspired by Gor-Gashuur.
He would lend his strength, protect them, and bring them into his grip. However, in leaving the will of his tribe, he was to be considered as good as dead.
As a parting gift, he was given a ‘riding dog’ (which is a large tusked wolf cultivated by orcs) and a tracking raven, and sent on his way.
[B]Weapon Preference:[/B] Lance, Warhammer
[B]Side:[/B] Mercenary[/hider]