Dromar

Biographical information

Birthplace Born Died Age 31 Home Molthal Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Blight Orc Sub-Race Gender Male Height 7'0" Mass Hulk Hair color Black Eye color Orange Skin color Pale green

Political information

Affiliation(s) Ironmaul Legion Occupation Centurion Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

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* Shaved sides and single braided long black hair on top, full beard, orange eyes, pale green skin, 7'0", hulking build. Wears bone earrings and a necklace of fangs.

* Outside battle, usually wears leathers, furs, chest harness and boots. In battle, wears full Molthalu plate armor.

* Armed with a large battleaxe, a "mansplitter" in Blight parlance, and two handaxes as sidearms.

Orcish Prowess: Possessed in spades of all the natural advantages bestowed by his orcish blood, Dromar benefits from a fearsome strength and toughness in physical combat and trials. His manner of fighting, though lacking finesse, is savage and relentless, and often overwhelms those who rely on technical ability alone.

Centurion: As a Centurion in the Ironmaul Legion of Molthal, Dromar has at his command eighty to one hundred Blight Orcs who stand ready to fight and die for him or for the Ironmaul Legate above him.

Commanding Presence: Dromar's size and mass, saying nothing of his gaze or steadfast temperament, usually gives him a keen edge in persuasion, intimidation, and leadership.

* Straightforward and authoritative. Honest, though not to such a degree that leaves him bereft of cunning. All authority is derived from might in its various forms; despises the weak, the cowardly, the spineless.

* Brutal enforcer of hierarchy—lawful in this sense.

* Unconcerned with the opinions of others. Generally thinks (despite some of his other proclivities) that changing minds is not a worthwhile end to pursue, and that cracking skulls is far more effective.

* Vengeful, but with a tempering edge of patience. It may take time for the right opportunity, but Dromar will seek out his cold satisfaction.

* Centered. Surprisingly courteous, in the right situations.

* Only speaks Orcish, particularly the Blight Tongue dialect.

+ Enjoys gladiatorial combat, both in participating himself and in watching the spectacle; respects those who enter the arena.

+ Amused by the antics of small animals...and small people.

+ Unlike many of his kin, has a growing selection of books (texts translated into Orcish) in his quarters. Likes to sharpen his rhetorical might to refute "weak" philosophies.

+ Has a penchant for collecting trophies to commemorate events big and small.

+ Fascinated by the metaphysics of death, and of conquering death.