Name: Garak of the Red Hills Clan
Age: 56
Height: 223cm or 7.2 feet
Weight: 162kg
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Greenish-Yellow
Occupation: Warrior and Herbalist
Garak is a Murkua Orc, a particular ethnicity of brown skinned Orcs that live in the hotter, more arid regions of the Southern lands. He has lived most of his life in peace among his clan and family, tending to the needs of his people as a skilled Herbalist. Wen the war with the Humans started, he was forced to abandon his calling and take up arms, discovering a side of himself that he never knew existed, but he was not made for violence, and he felt sorrow for every Human life he was forced to take. The war never ended though, and then the sickness came, a terrible illness that was taking the lives of his beloved clan one by one, and no remedy he knew was enough to counter it. After weeks of research he concluded that a probable cure could be found in the Human lands, a particular fungus which in the past had been used to treat this type of disease. Traveling into enemy territory was practically a death sentence, the war had escalated to a point that he would be killed on sight the moment he was spotted. He had no choice however, the spirits would have to guide him and he could only hope for their intervention. And maybe they did intervene, for when his darkest hour came a meeting with a Knight would set him on a path he never dreamed to walk on.
Age: 56
Height: 223cm or 7.2 feet
Weight: 162kg
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Greenish-Yellow
Occupation: Warrior and Herbalist
Garak is a Murkua Orc, a particular ethnicity of brown skinned Orcs that live in the hotter, more arid regions of the Southern lands. He has lived most of his life in peace among his clan and family, tending to the needs of his people as a skilled Herbalist. Wen the war with the Humans started, he was forced to abandon his calling and take up arms, discovering a side of himself that he never knew existed, but he was not made for violence, and he felt sorrow for every Human life he was forced to take. The war never ended though, and then the sickness came, a terrible illness that was taking the lives of his beloved clan one by one, and no remedy he knew was enough to counter it. After weeks of research he concluded that a probable cure could be found in the Human lands, a particular fungus which in the past had been used to treat this type of disease. Traveling into enemy territory was practically a death sentence, the war had escalated to a point that he would be killed on sight the moment he was spotted. He had no choice however, the spirits would have to guide him and he could only hope for their intervention. And maybe they did intervene, for when his darkest hour came a meeting with a Knight would set him on a path he never dreamed to walk on.
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