Zor'tuc

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Character Name
 Zor'Tuc'Gorkil

Nicknames: Giant, White Elephant.
Age: 23
Gender: male
Race: Orog
Status:  hulking around somewhere.

Description
Height: 12'3"
Weight: 800-900 pounds.
Body Type: bulky, muscle bound.
Eyes: pinkish red
Hair: bald
Skin: white
Markings/Tattoos: Right hand has the Gorkil emblem carved into the backside.
Health: Excellent
Personality: Dull-witted. Three main emotions that govern Zor'Tuc is happiness, rage and his nonstop hunger to fuel his body.
Inventory: Thick chain whip given to him by Krurg'Lur. Sometimes carrying food, though not likely as he usually steals what he need as he goes.
Further Details: 

Life Style
Alignment*: Neutral Evil
Deity*: None
Religion: None
Alliance/Nation/Home Gorkil Clan/Trog
Job/Class: Grunt
Title(s): TBD
Profession(s): Boulder lifter, tree mauler and chopper.
Special Skill(s): Immense strength, can intimidate and crush smaller sentient beings with his mammoth size.
Flaw(s): Very, very dull-witted to the point he can hardly react in time to move out of the way of incoming attacks. Can't read. Only lives in the moment. Meaning he can't plan anything long-term.


Magic*
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Weaponry
Fighting Style: Brute Fighting
Trained Weapon: bone Handled Chain Whip, Bare Hands.
Favored Weapon: Bare Hands.
Archery: Nope

Biography
Parents: Mor'Tuc(Father, missing), Shu'muc(Mother, missing)
Siblings: None
Children: None
Extended Family: Gorkil Clan
Pet(s): None.

   History Zor'Tuc was born on a stormy night in Anthos as the wind swept hard. Rain fell in bucket loads as his father, Mor'Tuc sat there in the hollowed cavern they called blarg. Their blarg was set in the mountains to the west of Malinor, it was set high in a mountain, away from many of the dangers that lurked the land below. Mor’Tuc watched his life partner give birth to their son. After a while Zor'Tuc was born, his pale, bright white skin showing after he was cleaned of the reality of birth.



Zor’Tuc’s skin color was not like many other others as he’s an albino orc. His pinkish red eyes setting against his pale skin made an odd combination when looking at him.His father started to train him on how to lift rocks and appropriate-sized logs up at the age of three. Zor was beginning to grow fast as weeks passed by. His mother and father watched him lifting heavy objects for the cub’s size.


They never brought him out of the blarg unless going into the valleys below to forage for food and materials. Time continued to pass for the young cub, his parents seemed to care less as he grew as they wanted to teach him to stand on his own, fend for himself. Zor’Tuc learned this over time as a few years passed. Zor’’Tuc was now five, standing taller than the usual orc, he seemed to be content on wandering around looking for large stones to move, pick up and throw.


He also enjoyed bashing small trees and thrashing them in his jaws. His mother and father went out from time to time, leaving the young cub to lurk around the cave. Zor took advantage of the times alone, wandering into the valley below his mountainous blarg. He walked around, looking at the different wildlife and sometimes eating them if he could catch anything. Bugs, frogs, baby rabbits. Anything he could capture, he’d consume.


His father taught him basic survival lessons. He also tried to train the cub on how to track game, though Zor'Tuc was not a good learner, usually getting carried away from attention with his fathers lessons. His mother, though somewhat crude and cruel, cared for their child.



She'd often hit Zor for no reason, seemingly to entertain herself. Though the real reason was to make him strong, show him to build a tolerance to being hit. Zortuc took the light abuse as he grew, his father would eventually find himself tempering their young cub while in solitude, away from other orcs while raising him. Though they did take care of Zor'Tuc, giving him food, making sure he had a clean loincloth, a place to sleep.



Simple things really, nothing to show too much affection to him. This made Zor’Tuc hardened even at his young age. He acquired the taste for flesh at a young age. Having his parents bring him pieces of elves, humans and dwarves while they were out, pillaging small settlements and raiding those along the roads. Zor'Tuc was around the age of seven, tall and still having the bulky frame he gained through rigorous amounts of l heavy lifting. He was in the cavern his parents claimed and called home. Hours passed.



Then days. Finally Zor'Tuc could sit idle anymore, his body yearned for food. Fuel to feed his rapidly growing body. He ventured out into the wilderness. He walked in giant circles around the mountainous forests and valleys for days on end. Searching for his parents, looking for food. Anything that could aid him while aimlessly wandering. He began to feed on small animals to quench his hunger. He lurked around the mountains for years, contently forging for anything he could find, forgetting about his parents almost altogether in his dull-witted state of mind. Years passed, he still wandered, though growing fast. He needed to find more food, bigger game to feast on.


He eventually found sheep to be on his favored selection of meats to consume. He lurked the landscape, scanning the ridges as he'd find them from time to time, ripping them apart and gorging himself, even eating the bones. Zor'Tuc eventually came out of the mountains, searching for larger game as he lumbered on, now being full grown Orog.


Zor made his way to the western coastline where he followed it south, eventually running into the docks of Cloud Temple . The large orc made his way up to the main building as he seen a vast amount of people from all races congregating out front. He walks over, listening as many seemed to stare at him for no reason. Though Zor’Tuc didn’t care for them looking at him.



He eventually ran into an orc at Cloud temple by the name of Krurg. Krurg was a wild-looking orc, though not being that big he had a certain aura to him. Zor'Tuc seen this and respected him for some strange reason. He eventually followed the orc to Trog where he stayed for a bit, talking to the other orc, though his communication skills were not that good. He eventually met an orc by the name of Grool. Grool invited him to the Gorkil clan, which after a bit of thinking out loud in front of him, he joined.



His initiation began with a beat down. He was pummeled into the earth for some time. Fists flew at him from all sides that collided with his thick skull. They eventually stopped the attack as Grool took his right hand, carving the emblem of the Gorkils into the back of it. Zor'Tuc was now a grunt of the Gorkils. He had a home with them in Trog.


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