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     Born to a nameless clan of nomads in Atlas. They scoured their entire lives for relics among ruins. Though his family was peaceful and isolated, he knew that the dead ruins and lost weapons of war had more purpose than he himself had. So he took up arms at a young age and left his nameless tribe to seek combat and purpose. He knew growing up that the biggest suits of armor, and the largest tools of war, fetched the most coin. Through his minds eye it seemed that every piece of gear he found was getting bigger and bigger than the last, more valuable, more deadly. This pattern has given him the superstition that eventually, he'll find the biggest relic on the head of the biggest foe. He wants to slay this "big one" or die trying. At least then when his body hits the earth, it would have fallen leaving more ruins and relics scattered about than he started with.

     Below his dreams and aspirations he is a simple minded orc. he learned to speak through trading with other nomads on the road, and his parents used him to launder their grave robbed goods. He was never the biggest or the strongest orc, yet he could always carry the biggest sacks of loot home to his family. The bond he shared with his kin was that of necessity and extreme poverty. His family respected his endurance, his willingness to try and his ability to adapt. His father was speechless having had his jaw mutilated by a beast of the depths during a fishing dive, his mother was killed near his birth because she stole food from the father. Mogtar was adaptable and useful enough to his father to make up for his lackluster physical strength, and his strong back made him a useful packmule. This traumatic upbringing has instilled a deep rooted fear in Mogtar of becoming useless, and becoming weak.

     He was one of many sons and daughters, a father leading his tribe speechless through dangerous lands. He saw many siblings die, many were traded to other orcs for simple goods. He even had an adopted goblin for a brief time in childhood who he enjoyed fighting, but he was lost to a storm during a long hike. The most formative interactions he had were with bandit tribes of humans who would pray upon his siblings for food. They were a physical threat to the father as they traveled in groups, and were large enough to take on the younger orcs with ease. They were equipped enough to fight and slaughter, Mogtar has seen his father wounded many times by man but he never fell. Another formative event was an encounter with an elvish expedition. They had the shiniest equipment he ever saw, and they had an air of such superiority that they simply let him and his family observe. Mogtar's ineffectual presence during this bouts with human bandits, and inability to pose a threat to the elves, helped him forge a strong distaste for both races.

     This hard life lasted 24 years. He lost most of his siblings, and his father eventually became so wounded and old that he had to stop. His father died under a veil of trees, alone, as Mogtar fetched a pale of water. He then decided right there that he wouldn't die like his father, he wouldn't live without purpose any longer, and he'd escape the endless ruins of the wilderness in search of something grander, in search of the big one.