Dungar was born a clanless child. He was the son of two exiles who were believed to be Orenian sympathizers, and these exiles ended up leaving Dungar by himself in the orc city of Krugmar. This caused Dungar to harbor hatred for pinkehs due to them being the cause of his parents’ betrayal. The whereabouts of his parents remain unknown, but are believed to be dead. Despite being the son of exiles, the orcs decided to give him a chance due to Dungar not being a weakling. The community took care of Dungar and families would often invite him in their activities of rearing children. One of these activities included beating and eating a pinkeh, which was where Dungar acquired his taste for pinkeh flesh.
Starting at the age of 5, Dungar would often spend his time wrestling with his other orc children as a way to escape from his circumstances. In the ring he saw himself as an equal to his fellow Orcs, and not just another clanless Orc who didn’t belong. When Dungar became a teenager he became more involved with the great spirits and Krug. He would often attend religious ceremonies, and tend the shamans’ fires. Seeing that Dungar was such an eager volunteer the shamans would end up teaching Dungar how to read. As Dungar ended up nearing adult hood he felt more and more alienated as the kids he grew up with started to identify with their clans more and more. This alienation drives Dungar to hopefully belong to some sort of clan or group, so that he may be satisfied in the days to come. Dungar also wishes to make all pinkehs suffer for being the root cause of him being a clanless child, and wishes to build a warband one day.
*Dungar quickly diverts his gaze towards the weird human* “Shoosh pinkeh! Mi came to this goi foh a lil znak daz all!” *Dungar grabs the gentleman by scruff of his neck* “Yuz dink dat pinkehz lyke lat wood peep at mi and run! BAHAHAHAHA! Pushdug pinkeh you glob! Latz mi negst mum-mum!” *Dungar then attempts to sling the gentlemen over his shoulder in an effort to carry him off somewhere more secluded*