[b][u]Character Sheet[/u][/b] [u]Essential Information[/u] Name/Aliases: Vrikdarok / Lord Sex: Male Race: Olc Cairn Mountain Orc Age: 30 (In Human years) Appearance: Marred with scars from battle, the iron-hued Orc stands as tall as the mountains he was spat from. Each hand is tipped with jagged nails that are cracked and as broken as the rocks they crumble to dust. Like most of the Olc Cairn orcs, his body ripples with strength. Pools of crimson rage peer from deep sockets, deepened further by high cheekbones that plunge to a strong, slightly rounded jaw. Bone shattering tusks protrude from an extended lower jaw and come to rounded points at either side of a broad nose with large nostrils. A trio of deep scars, trophies from breaking his steed, stretch from the upper right side of his forehead to the lower part of his left cheek and upper left quadrant of his chest, distinguishing his commitment to having the meanest, most battle ready creature at his side. Coarse black hair, tied back and grappled by a leather thong, hangs low on his back. Personality: Born in the Black Mountains, Vrikdarok is as cold and rough as the land he inhabits. He does not speak kind words. He issues orders to subordinates and laughs at the weaknesses of the other races. Unlike other orcs, the Olc Cairn Mountain Orcs do not have a rich history or intricate hierarchy of power. He speaks and others listen. Arrogance is a trait this orc revels in. Born to battle, Vrikdarok knows death and pestilence. History: His birth shattered his mother's heart, killing her on his exit. His father, controller and lord of the Black Mountain Orcs, died by his hand when Vrikdarok came of age and was trained well enough to usurp power from his father. The head of the former lord was displayed for a full summer at Vish'Kar's entrance (Black Mountain Orc Keep). At the head of standing army of nearly twenty thousand troops, Vrikdarok has ruled with cruelty and a system of rewards. What one kills, one attains. If a fellow orc kills another in battle, the fallen's possessions, including mate and homestead, become the victor's property. The Black Mountain Orcs exist to bring Dúv's rage to the rest of Enduwin. They raid, rape and pillage with the ferocity of wild animals and cunning of the most educated elves. [u]Optional Information[/u] Equipment: The mines of Vish'Kar produce strong iron and steel. Vrikdarok is clad in it from head to toe. His helmet's horns were harvested from the claws of a mammoth Black Mountain wolf. It is closed face and forged to resemble a snarling wolf's visage. The rest of his armor follows suit. Spiked pauldrons, bracers, and jointed gauntlets with one inch spikes at the knuckles. Leg plates and iron greaves coat his lower half. He is well versed with a battle axe, bow, and sword and board. A thick cape, refined from the hide of a mountain wolf, covers his back and falls just short of his heel. The head of the wolf that it was taken from is still attached to the cape. He rides an enormous mountain wolf with fur as dark as the hair that dons Vrikdarok's head. Faction (If any): Black Mountain Orcs Marital Status: None Magic (Mundane or Arcane): Mundane Skills: He forged his own armor. [b][u]Faction/Organization Sheet[/u][/b] [u]Essential Information[/u] Name: Black Mountain Orcs Location: Olc Cairn Mountains Purpose: Greed History: The Black Mountain Orcs have existed as long as the men that try to slay them. They were spawned from the wrath of Dúv when he split the earth and tore the landscape asunder. They have spread the chaos of Olc Cairn to the rest of Enduwin ever since. They do not have a divine purpose and do not strive to take over the rest of the land. If they love anything, it is Vish'Kar and Olc Cairn. [u]Optional Information[/u] Advantages: The number of orcs that are solidified under Vrikdarok's rule have forced the rest of Enduwin to realize that they are more than a nuisance. More suitably stated, they are a plague of terrible power that has cut a scar into the otherwise beautiful face of Enduwin's land and refuse to be driven back to Dúv's paradise, Ifreann. Disadvantages: The devout nature of their loyalty provides a single minded approach to any situation. While the individual commanders interpret the meaning of Vrikdarok's words, few have spoken out against his methods and retained their head. Rules/Laws: OBEY THE LORD! Note: 20,000 sounds op. I get that. But I have no intention of playing it like that. An army less than 20,000 is a gathering and not an army though.