Grakh was an odd Half-orc, he strode rather than lumbered like the other members of his race, also he spoke like a noble odd sounding for such a green-fellow, His muscles face shape and size all represented his race and impeccable he was if Grakh was less intelligent he would be a champion of his race as not only was he wise and intelligent there was strength in him a secret belying feature. the reason for his leaving of the Blood 'gar tribe was his intention to do good not a common half-orc trait most explaining there leaving as 'Me, kill.' Also his gear was of high standard He had full-plate donned the whole time only taking it off to sleep the shield he had too was of even higher standard it was huge and had a dragons head at the top seemingly roaring it also had a vague glow about it it was obviously very powerful. his weapons of a lesser standard a beaten longword swung about his waist and there was a dagger scabard poking out of his left plate boot. The bottom end of a bow also poked out under the huge shield and he wore a necklace of 5 darts around it. He showed a high variety and assortment of weapons. Now he has come to the city to do good and vanquish the bad!
Height: 5 ft. 1 In., Weight:165, Hair: Shaven and Tattooed, Eyes: Black, Skin: Dark Gray
Maaht's Orcish good-looks were not a problem while living in the orc communities where he grew up. His size, on the other hand, was a problem. His five-foot-one-inch frame was considered "gazharn" (small/petite) for a male orc. But although teased mercilessly and set upon more than once, Maaht's strength and stamina always stood him good stead. those attributes allowed him to win every fight -- every one -- that was ever forced upon him.
It also allowed him to become a bit arrogant, Maaht began walking the village, looking for fights to join. If he couldn't find one, he would make one, start one, or incite one. Finally, when he reached adulthood, Maaht was forced to leave his last home to fend for himself as a result of starting a fight with the chieftain's son and then killing him with a lucky blow (or an unlucky on, as it now seemed). Maaht hurriedly stripped the dead body of its possessions and left, running for his life. He was able to keep it.
Fast forward a few years ...
Maaht had found wherein his desire lay. He knew of dragons, particulary red ones. He knew of the power they wielded, the abilities they possessed. Maaht wanted some of that power for himself. He returned to his former employer and offered to pay the mage to increase the knowledge he had with the knowlede he sought. So insistent was Maaht that the mage capitulated and brought him in again. Later in Maaht's training, he was introduced to a red dragon, an acquaintance of the mage. This dragon was also impressed by Maaht's persistence and offered to teach Maaht himself. Maaht was ecstatic! To learn about dragons from a dragon in the flesh! For 5 more years, Maaht learned what he could from the dragon. When the dragon suggested that Maaht "go wanderin" to take a rest from learning and explore, Maaht had to agree, for though he was not yet tired of learning, he missed the freedom of movement his former life gave him. When the urge strikes him, he will return to learn more about his calling.
So he "wandered' a while, and just recently joined this group in order to have someone to speak to -- about anything. That doesn't mean he will discuss at length. Most likely, ihe wants people around to listen to him speak his mind, nothing more. For now he is experimenting with his new-found abilities ...He hasn't lost any of his arrognce. In fact, it may have increased slightly, due to the Red Dragon power-mindset he is attempting to emulate.. It would just be better for most if they simply agree that he is to be feared.
Posted on 2008-08-12 at 15:49:24.
Edited on 2008-08-12 at 15:53:08 by Wyrmsting