ImNotANobody

Vadjerford O'Dwyer was born on the island of Bergama a large island unmarked on the map, inhabited by peaceful Ologs and Vikings, surprising enough that sounds unrealistic for any real Olog to act.... but they weren't acting in their normal ways, they were controlled by an ancient high-elf called Azeroth an extremely wise man experienced in wood magic. The island was just off the coast of The Kingdom of Kaz'Ulrah and he lived in a small Viking village called Vadjer. At the age of ten, Vadjer was taken under the wing of Azeroth as an apprentice of the high elf as he had witnessed a prophecy foretelling the coming of a god, a large titan who would bring peace and happiness to the entirety of the world. Vadjerford and the three others assisting him continued helping Azeroth design a large portal, it was told to carry the god from his world to ours. The wise elf had three other apprentices helping him, a vicious Viking boy, called Aldren he was overtaken by his ego and he attempted to beat me at everything I did, there was also a beautiful human girl by the name of Sierra, the first girl I had ever fallen in love with and my best friend and partner in crime and last but not least there was a shy little orcling boy by the name of Drem he was also one of my best friends... he's not like other orcs and he actually enjoys the literature provided by our town's library, he's what some would label as a pacifist and he refuses to murder another. As the sun was setting every night, Azeroth would teach me about all the magical things he worked upon and he told me about his artefacts and all that they did. There was one that he had in a locked room within his tower in which he told me to never touch, as it was ancient dark magic and was to only ever be used if the spell upon the Ologs broke and the village fell.  Over time, the portal began coming into the picture and you could actually perceive it. Other than working on the portal I was forced to help my father hunt for our town, so I became very skilled with an axe clearly, I was improving with every day passing, Sierra and I also spent more time together and with time we actually found ourselves dating each other. Drem learned great social leadership skills along with social engineering skills and soon he was helping his father build great structures. I never talked to Aldren but he was seen in the arena learning to fight with his mother in a lot of his free time. Each of the apprentices soon became really useful when it came to magic. Years later at the age of 14, the portal was finished and we were ready to accept this god into our world and beforehand we had a huge festival where we all drank till we were left absolutely spent. Azeroth was awfully quiet a lot of the time and he was hardly seen throughout most of the festival but eventually, he came round when it was time to open the portal. He had planted a golden seed into the ground and in an instant, it sprouted into a great oak tree with a platform at the top, similar to that of tree fort I spent a lot of my childhood in. He then began chanting magical words, provided by the god and the portal began opening, a large red seethrough like substance, emitting a bright light. Our hearts sunk as what came through was a large black titan who was trapped in a nightmare like realm with a name that burnt into my brain... The Lleh realm. The Titan wasn't a deity at all, he was a demon sent straight from the depths of hell. He broke the spell on the Ologs protecting our town, and we were swarmed from all sides. The lack of blood being shed and the lack of being able to devour beings had made them vicious untameable creatures. I witnessed everyone close to me being murdered, Azeroth grabbed Drem, Sierra and I and chanted a spell teleporting us back to his tower. We were safe for a while, and he began handing us teleportation crystals which would teleport us to a random location off of the island. We knew we were about to get separated, and that there was a chance we'd never see each other again. I grasped Sierra tightly, comforting her and kissing her one last time telling her goodbye. I exchanged promises with them both on how I would find them once again and before I knew it they vanished. I stayed a bit longer in order to help Azeroth but in an instant something smashed through the tower, knocking me back causing me to hit my head rendering me useless, my vision was blurred and I could hardly see the damage caused but when my vision came back my heart sunk and the hairs on my arms stood on end. It was Azeroth.... but nothing was left just a large splat of gory mess upon the floor. At that moment I was filled with rage and I was reminded of the artefact the wizard had told me about back when I was younger, I limped towards the back room and I charged into the door knocking it down without hesitation. Within resided a big dark ruby and without thinking I grabbed it. What happened next, I don't know... but little did I know that ruby would change me forever. (The ruby was infused with powerful ancient black magic that causes the bearer to transform into an Olog with the mind of an Ork allowing him to communicate, but only will the bearer transform when they are greatly damaged and on the verge of death. They can only transform back when calmed and when they no longer feel harassed and or in danger by something but that is very hard to do. The bearer is filled with rage and their eyes would shine a bright red attacking everything in their path)
I awoke naked, within a forest and apparently, years had passed and now I'm nineteen. I have no idea where I am or where my village went... or what happened to the Titan.

(I got too tired, that' why it eventually gets sloppy and I didn't check over it that well. APOLOGIES! If I can't transform into an Olog it's fine but I don't plan on using it a lot to my advantage, he'll function like a normal Olog)

He also can't use a ranged weapon of any type, unless he's forced to use magic. (Weakness, Ig)

 Unknown would be a huge male Olog, standing at exactly 10'1" and weighing over 1000 lbs, he'd be exactly 83% muscle and he'd have a large muscular build and he'd have red war paint over his face.