Name: Olfgar
Nickname/Alias: I do not have any nicknames, I am just called Olfgar.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: I am a Mountain Orc from the OakFlesh tribe.
Height: 6.2
Weight: 180
Hair: No Hair
Eyes: Dark Brown
Skin: Green
Identifying Marks:
Appearance: I bear the markings of the OakFlesh tribe and wear hide armor.
Strengths: As an Orc I am very strong, and I’m not that picky about what I eat. I am also a very skilled at using battleaxes.
Weaknesses and fears: Losing my tribe and being reminded of my family(you will read why in my back-story).
Religion: I follow the god of Heikill, the Orc god of Battle and Chaos
Profession: I am an Orc berserker that fights for the Oakflesh, but I also am a hunter.
`Growing up in the OakFlesh tribe, I was trained for battle as long as I can remember by my father. By the age of 8, I could kill a baby snow behemoth with one hit. I was also taught to hunt and craft weapons and leather armor out of the hide I hunted.
My Tribe has about 60 Orcs in it and was built in a valley in the Mountains of Holgin, a harsh and unforgiving area. There were also other rival tribes in the mountains, and we were always at war with them.
My mother had died when I was only about 2 years old, when an enemy tribe raided my village and killed her. So I was very close to my father, he taught me everything I know. But when I was 16, he was killed by the same tribe when they raided us again. I was infuriated, and swore to get revenge.
So when I was 18, I gathered up a party of raiders and constantly attacked the enemy tribe relentlessly. I have scars from those raids, but eventually the tribe was wiped out by us, and other tribes that were also raiding it.
After that I stayed at my tribe for 10 more years as a berserker warrior for the tribe. Today I still fight for the Oakflesh and I am proud of it.
Nickname/Alias: I do not have any nicknames, I am just called Olfgar.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: I am a Mountain Orc from the OakFlesh tribe.
Height: 6.2
Weight: 180
Hair: No Hair
Eyes: Dark Brown
Skin: Green
Identifying Marks:
Appearance: I bear the markings of the OakFlesh tribe and wear hide armor.
Strengths: As an Orc I am very strong, and I’m not that picky about what I eat. I am also a very skilled at using battleaxes.
Weaknesses and fears: Losing my tribe and being reminded of my family(you will read why in my back-story).
Religion: I follow the god of Heikill, the Orc god of Battle and Chaos
Profession: I am an Orc berserker that fights for the Oakflesh, but I also am a hunter.
`Growing up in the OakFlesh tribe, I was trained for battle as long as I can remember by my father. By the age of 8, I could kill a baby snow behemoth with one hit. I was also taught to hunt and craft weapons and leather armor out of the hide I hunted.
My Tribe has about 60 Orcs in it and was built in a valley in the Mountains of Holgin, a harsh and unforgiving area. There were also other rival tribes in the mountains, and we were always at war with them.
My mother had died when I was only about 2 years old, when an enemy tribe raided my village and killed her. So I was very close to my father, he taught me everything I know. But when I was 16, he was killed by the same tribe when they raided us again. I was infuriated, and swore to get revenge.
So when I was 18, I gathered up a party of raiders and constantly attacked the enemy tribe relentlessly. I have scars from those raids, but eventually the tribe was wiped out by us, and other tribes that were also raiding it.
After that I stayed at my tribe for 10 more years as a berserker warrior for the tribe. Today I still fight for the Oakflesh and I am proud of it.