Grusk Ashbrow
To birth an orc into one of Alliria's nameless, countless rookeries is to ensure a life of hardship. The sole child of an itinerant seamstress, Grusk's youth played itself out amidst the streets, unfolding in a tapestry of mischief and petty criminality punctuated by sporradic flashes of violence. If poverty breeds hard men, alienation calcifies that hardness into resolve. With his green skin and distinct appearance acting as a sigil for the would-be bullies and tormentors around him, only the ferocity of Urag's blood kept his foes at bay.
While shedding blood in the lanes and alleys of Alliria may have sated his brooding resentment, it did little to put food in his belly. He found himself drawn, like so many other wayward youths, to the city's wharf and its promise of adventure. There, amidst the towering forests of mastheads and the bustle of sailors, strongs backs were as value a commodity as any. He was promptly found work as a dockhand, loading and unloading cargos from farflung ports of call. By night, he haunted the bars and brothels of the harbor district, acting as cheap muscle for local hoods and criminals.
Appearance
Lean and broad, Grusk carries himself with the raw physicality customary of his race. Despite his age, life as a laborer appears to have aged him prematurely. Prolonged exposure to the sun and salt air have carved the lines in his face into a permanent architecture. His long black hair is greasy and matted more often than not. His green skin has been burnt the color of a deep forest moss.
Nevertheless, his eyes retain the keen vigor and curiosity of youth. Should one befriend him - or should Grusk be sufficiently deep in his cups - a tusked smile is not as rare an occurance as his rugged appearance might suggest.
Nevertheless, his eyes retain the keen vigor and curiosity of youth. Should one befriend him - or should Grusk be sufficiently deep in his cups - a tusked smile is not as rare an occurance as his rugged appearance might suggest.
Skills and Abilities
Preturnatural Endurance - Years of physical toil on the docks have hardened Grusk’s body to granite. In time, he has built the ability to tune out the objections of flagging muscles and aching joints. As a result, the orc is capable of pushing the limits of his body beyond their extremes.
Dirty Fighting - Life in the slums of Alliria can be an ugly thing and those who wish to survive do so by whatever means available to them. For Grusk, that often meant fighting. But more importantly, winning. In altercations too numerous to quantify, he honed his mastery of the art of dirty fighting. While others may wax poetic of the nobility of honor or fair play, Grusk is all too afamiliar are that a thumb to the eye or hook to the mouth often determines whether or not you make it home at the end of the night.
Street Smarts -
Dirty Fighting - Life in the slums of Alliria can be an ugly thing and those who wish to survive do so by whatever means available to them. For Grusk, that often meant fighting. But more importantly, winning. In altercations too numerous to quantify, he honed his mastery of the art of dirty fighting. While others may wax poetic of the nobility of honor or fair play, Grusk is all too afamiliar are that a thumb to the eye or hook to the mouth often determines whether or not you make it home at the end of the night.
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Personality
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