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WEAPON(S):💀 Great axe, Found in the Hydra's lair, made from a strange mineral mixed with dark iron and hafted in ironwood, this axe is itself nearly six feet long and remains conspicuously sharp
💀 Dark blood a jadese machete sword taken from its owner and now used as a shortblade by the man’s killer. The metal actually seems to drink in blood left on it.
💀 Bone blade Made from the bones of an anceint dragon and fought over for decades by the orcs who have owned it for their short lives, this one has come to Arakos and he happily makes use of its apparent near indestructability.
💀 javelins Assorted iron headed javelin, carried to soften foes up before the closer work. Made all the more lethal by the inhuman strength they are thrown with.
💀 knives Arakos carries lots of them, and is more than capable of throwing them too.
💀 Hydra bone shield As strong as the sword, but with weight in proportion this chunk of the hydra's breastbone is used in place of a kite shield, one large enough for a creature of Arakos’s size.
Armour, hide and monster bone
MOUNT(S):💀 Great Wolf, Six foot to the shoulder, Armoured and ferocious, raised from a pup to hate every living thing but Arakos, its brutal existence has made it mad, fearless and strong... Arakos calls it 'Runt'
Tools for felling, skinning and butchering.... mostly knives
Hyrda tooth necklace, each one a little venomous.
Arakos is an Orc, a champion among them, almost everything he has ever seen or met has been and will be categorised into things that can be broken, fed on, fucked or fought, and these categories are not exclusive
Arakos is a savage who revels in his savagery, a killer who lives for the battlerush and a creature utterly lacking in softer emotion. He apologises for nothing, bows only to those stronger than himself and fights anything that he sees a reason to kill.
Remorseless, relentless and full of rage Arakos has never known anything but the battle he revels in, and nor would he want to. His instincts are exceptional, especially when it comes to fighting and he is unafraid to follow them where they lead.
One of the things that sets him apart from his race is that he has no attraction to cruelty. While he enjoys the misfortune of others as much as the next orc he is only cruel for a purpose and sees no gain from wanton infliction of pain. Which doesn't mean he sees any point in stopping others from inflicting it, just that it does nothing for him.
The other thing is his drive, whereas most orcs are happy to do enough> Arakos wants to do more, he constantly strives to better himself, his situation and his abilities. he wouldn't understand shame in the traditional sense but he is proud of just how damn good he is.
Born to an unknown mother and whichever orc took her Arakos was just one of his tribes many dozen births during the season. Like the others he was immediately taken from the mess of his birth and thrown into a pit to do his first growing amid a handful of others and some half rotten meat.
The creches were fed when people remembered to do it, with scraps and leftovers, never enough for every child to survive.
Within six months Arakos was the sole survivor of his 'creche' pit, having killed and eaten every other child put into it, his siblings and strangers alike. he was rewarded by being thrown into another older pit, where he fought all over again to gain dominance and survive.
In that one he forged an uneasy alliance with another youngling and so learned the value of teamwork, and then the value of picking his moment when he got his betrayal in before the other one did at the end of the 'creching' period.
Arakos made a good stabbing thing out of his marrowless femur.
He and the other survivors of the creche pits grew strong enough to crawl out, and soon found their efforts rewarded by being driven out of the tribe to fend for themselves, with only the weapons they had fashioned from the bones of their crechemates.
As was the orcish way they were expected to grow up on the periphery of the tribe, grubbing in the mud, scavenging for and fighting over scraps all the while learning to dodge the kicks and cuffs of their elders.
Those who could not steal enough to live had no right to breathe anyway.
Arakos not only managed to live but thrive, forcing some of the other younglings of the season to hand over some of everything they got to him and finding a weak elder his 'gang' could intimidate out of even more.
In the end they ate him too, along with any of the weaker younglings who couldn't make it through the winter, especially those who were weakened by being unable to properly feed themselves and provide the tithe Arakos demanded
With spring came the raiding season and the younglings tagged along behind any party they could keep up with, scavenging behind the sites of the fights and picking up after the things the elders discounted
Arakos got his first iron weapon from the twitching hand of an adult who drank too much and slept too deeply, leaving the bone stabber in its eye socket in return.
And so it went with Arakos thriving in the savage upbringing of real orcish society, not always winning but still somehow surviving and steadily growing stronger.
By his teens he was a marked warrior of his tribe, by the time be was full grown he was one of the very best expected to one day mount a challenge for the tribe's leadership.
Then the tribe lost a fighting season and was forced to bow to a greater one and then the survivors swallowed by it. That tribe in turn was taken by another as one of the great orcish warlord's rose and led a surge south.
For three years they reaved and raged, Arakos distinguishing himself over and over in combat after combat, until the jadese were re-enforced by some, far more capable, Imperial general from the south. The great warleader was killed, his tribes splintered again and Arakos himself grievously wounded by the Jadese general in person working in terrible tandem with some slim, swift warrior.
The tribes splintered, fought each other and retreated, Arakos' part of it moved back to the far North once more, he himself managing to hang on long enough to heal and recuperate.. if not forget.
Since then it has been nine years years of proper orcish living, raiding and fighting, hunting and killing; Arakos's brush fresh with death having pushed him harder to excel, to grow better and stronger still. Which he mostly achieved by fighting more and harder.
Over those years he has sired some sprogs of his own who he can recognise only by their similar looks.. and cares not one whit more for. He has killed some of the larger beasts that shared the range and tamed a great wolf for a mount
Some shaman once branded and consecrated him to the orcish gods as their champion, but he only cared so much as it made the more credulous and superstitious among the tribes fear him more
To date his proudest accomplishment was the killing of a Hydra that came out of the waste. It killed more than thirty of the orcs he took with him, but bled out before finishing him off.
The clan fed well, the bone made many weapons, the hide made armour and the teeth continue to make a prized necklace
|BIRTHDAY:||4 April 1972|
|LOCAL TIME:||Jun 18 2018, 07:05 PM|
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