Post by tkul on Jun 22, 2015 22:08:04 GMT -7
Character Name: Moloch
Character & Description:
Moloch is a massive half-orc with features closer to his orcish kin than his human relatives. His body is lined with whip scars from his time in captivity and his face is marred by an angry red tattoo in the shape of a hand, a reminder of his time served under his sorcerous master.
What do you look like, how do you dress, etc.
Moloch doesn't understand the need for comfort. A naturally spartan man he favors minimalist clothing and spends most of his focus on the weapons and armor that are the tools of his trade. The red tattoo on his face and the bright red tabard he wears over his armor bearing the coiled lash mark of Neshen
Background Information:
Born and raised in a remote orcish tribe on the outskirts of Tog Nar, Moloch has never known a life of comfort. The orcish life style was rough but good. Smaller than the other youths he was labeled early on as a runt, his human heritage setting him behind the development curve of his full blooded brethren. As is often the case that made the already rough and tumble life in an orc village even worse for Moloch and leading him to a deep seated hatred of his his place in the world and in the injustice of fate. In the fall of his tenth year the tribe's existence came to an end. Attacked in the night be humans, the tribe's warrior were cut down by the heavily armed soldiers, and those few that were able put up a fight against the surprise attack were quickly overwhelmed by a man in red robes astride a horse. The Master as Moloch came to know him threw magic about with abandon, forcing the orcs down, and leaving those few that were able to resist it outnumbered against the Master's troops. The tribe didn't stand a chance between the combination of surprise and magic and then Moloch had a new injustice to add to his hatred. The next few years made his time with the tribe seem like the life of luxury. But under the lash and constant labor of slavery Moloch eventually caught up with other tribesmen, growing into a huge, heavily muscled young man. The tribe's number dwindled over the years, dying for attrition or the Master's magical experiments. All of them were held in place with the Master's magic while the crimson hand tattoo was added to their faces, forever marking their weakness to the world and reinforcing Moloch's growing hatred of magic.
On his sixteenth birthday it became Moloch's turn to be subjected to the Master's experiments. Seeing no reason not to Moloch fought against the guards that came from, earning himself quite a bit of pain but the momentary victory of crushing one of the guard's skull under his heel. Barely conscious he was drug before the Master and his apprentices. Once the guards were dismissed he used the last of his strength to lunge for the Master only to be ensnared in the sorcerer's magic. Silently cursing the unfairness of it all he could only watch as the sorcerer dismissed the guards and started preparing for whatever vile experiment he had set aside for the half-orc, and then suddenly the magic wasn't there anymore. The rest was rage and blood. When it was all over the Master and his apprentices lay broken, his spells failing to stop Moloch's rampage. Without the sorcerer to back them the guards lost their nerve, most deserting and those that tried to stay quickly learned orcs were not to be trifled with, even those that had been kept in servitude for so long. Too few to reestablish the tribe, what remained of his people returned to Tog Nar, but Moloch had a new purpose and headed further into the human lands.
Character & Description:
Moloch is a massive half-orc with features closer to his orcish kin than his human relatives. His body is lined with whip scars from his time in captivity and his face is marred by an angry red tattoo in the shape of a hand, a reminder of his time served under his sorcerous master.
What do you look like, how do you dress, etc.
Moloch doesn't understand the need for comfort. A naturally spartan man he favors minimalist clothing and spends most of his focus on the weapons and armor that are the tools of his trade. The red tattoo on his face and the bright red tabard he wears over his armor bearing the coiled lash mark of Neshen
Background Information:
Born and raised in a remote orcish tribe on the outskirts of Tog Nar, Moloch has never known a life of comfort. The orcish life style was rough but good. Smaller than the other youths he was labeled early on as a runt, his human heritage setting him behind the development curve of his full blooded brethren. As is often the case that made the already rough and tumble life in an orc village even worse for Moloch and leading him to a deep seated hatred of his his place in the world and in the injustice of fate. In the fall of his tenth year the tribe's existence came to an end. Attacked in the night be humans, the tribe's warrior were cut down by the heavily armed soldiers, and those few that were able put up a fight against the surprise attack were quickly overwhelmed by a man in red robes astride a horse. The Master as Moloch came to know him threw magic about with abandon, forcing the orcs down, and leaving those few that were able to resist it outnumbered against the Master's troops. The tribe didn't stand a chance between the combination of surprise and magic and then Moloch had a new injustice to add to his hatred. The next few years made his time with the tribe seem like the life of luxury. But under the lash and constant labor of slavery Moloch eventually caught up with other tribesmen, growing into a huge, heavily muscled young man. The tribe's number dwindled over the years, dying for attrition or the Master's magical experiments. All of them were held in place with the Master's magic while the crimson hand tattoo was added to their faces, forever marking their weakness to the world and reinforcing Moloch's growing hatred of magic.
On his sixteenth birthday it became Moloch's turn to be subjected to the Master's experiments. Seeing no reason not to Moloch fought against the guards that came from, earning himself quite a bit of pain but the momentary victory of crushing one of the guard's skull under his heel. Barely conscious he was drug before the Master and his apprentices. Once the guards were dismissed he used the last of his strength to lunge for the Master only to be ensnared in the sorcerer's magic. Silently cursing the unfairness of it all he could only watch as the sorcerer dismissed the guards and started preparing for whatever vile experiment he had set aside for the half-orc, and then suddenly the magic wasn't there anymore. The rest was rage and blood. When it was all over the Master and his apprentices lay broken, his spells failing to stop Moloch's rampage. Without the sorcerer to back them the guards lost their nerve, most deserting and those that tried to stay quickly learned orcs were not to be trifled with, even those that had been kept in servitude for so long. Too few to reestablish the tribe, what remained of his people returned to Tog Nar, but Moloch had a new purpose and headed further into the human lands.
