Born a small Uruk in 1762, I was raised in a nomadic tribe of orcs in the Yar clan. Trained young by my elders, I learned the ways of combat and how to manage myself when we got into a scrap with another group which was often when the undead would attack us mid-travel. While growing up I saw many a battle take place against another clan, and was taught about how these battles came about through many a bloodlust shed. Over my teen years, I learned how to control my bloodlust from the shamans. I would make myself gather My bloodlust and then exert it into my work, often done through farming or pounding bread or meat while cooking. I learned to make use of my bloodlust in more ways than killing friends, family, or enemies over squabbles. As I aged, I left my clan, bent on seeing the world, and understanding more about it. Through my travels, I left Krugmar and wandered the lands until I arrived at the Kingdom of Norland. With their focus on racial equality and inclusion, I was able to make a life for myself while still being nomadic. I hope to one day own a home and my own bakery where I can spread the joy of food to all across the realm.
(Note: i am unsure of timeline events that occured during his life, si i tried to include soem names and places i would have been. if i need to update more, please tell me and i will.)
