Basics:
Birth Name: Broxigar
Current Name: Broxigar the Red
Nickname: Brox
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Personality: Broxigar is a loyal and courageous warrior who would rather allow his axe to speak for him. At first glance he seems to be just another commonplace brute, but he is gifted with cunning intelligence and an unwavering sense of honor. He is fiercely protective of those he respects and loves, be it his family, friends, or someone he must serve. Outside of battle he is extremely religious and follows his shamans ardently, although he does not follow without questioning. The older orc is deeply affected by his race's blood lust and tends to act rashly if someone he cares about is in danger. Although tolerant of other races and even willing to work with them if it is required of him, Broxigar tends to be deeply distrusting of them until they prove to have "Orc Heart". Even though he may be weary of his comrades until they prove themselves, he will not let his comrade in arms be placed in harms' way and will fight with an ardent passion to preserve his honor, protect his comrades, and obliterate his enemies.

Key words to describe him are: Strong, Loyal, Cunning, and accepting.


Appearance:
True Age: 30
Apparent Age: Older
Race: Orc
Height: 8’0”
Weight: 280 lbs
Skin Color: Emerald Green
Eye Color: Glowing red
Hair Color: Graying
Hair Style: Long and braided down to the middle of his back
Build: Stocky and extremely muscular
Facial Features: Considered rather handsome by his kind, the orc has a broad face with a large heavy jaw from which protrude sharp, unusually long tusks, heavy brows, a broad and flat snout-like nose, and pointed ears. He sports no beard yet, but he does have bristly gray stubbles that give his jaw a five o'clock shadow.
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrious
Reach: Close-range
Tribal Markings: From his left shoulder town to the tip of his left fingers, a set of rune-like black and red tattoos run all fluidly against his emerald skin. These markings denote him as a sanctioned Warrior Protector of his clan and the shamanic views it holds.

Abilities and skills
Common: Due to his family's encouragement and his training as a Clan Guardian, the orc had to learn at an early age to communicate with other races. Although he is learned in Common, he has difficulty with the language due to his lack of practice but can communicate with clear, crude clarity.
Hunter and Gatherer: As a part of his Guardian's training Brox was taught how to live in the wild without any resources and be able to survive off the land. A naturally gifted hunter, the young man can identify plants that are or aren't edible, he can track and find his prey and move silently about before delivering the fatal blow.
Orc Fighting: Brought up in a traditional orc home, the young warrior was shaped to fight since he was six. Learned in the uses of heavier weapons, namely axes, broadswords, maces, and morningstars, Broxigar's fighting style relies on his brute strength and his endurance, tempered with his strategic training and instincts. When unarmed the orc is a fearsome fighter, relying on his years of training for crushing and swift blows while disregarding blows dealt to his person, regardless of pain.
Bloodlust: Upon being injured in battle, or in situations of emotional duress the orc goes into a frenzied, berserker-like state in which he loses his inhibitions and control over his temper. When in the state of bloodlust Broxigar seems to become stronger, faster, and much more aggressive then he usually is. At the same time, he becomes more reckless, less rational, and has difficulty reigning his fighting instinct. With much practice however, an orc can calm down from the berserker rage, and Brox is currently struggling to learn.

Weapons
Double Headed Battle Axe: Smithed by an orc after Broxigar's Rite of Passage, this axe has been with Broxigar for half of his life. The blades from the axe are specially made from tempering orcish steel, giving them an unusual black hue that was known to be dark as smoke and sharper than any ordinary metal. Folded several times when being created, the hardy axe holds an extremely keen edge made for slicing and cleaving effortlessly through nerve, muscle and bone. The shaft and handle of the axe are made out of polished dark wood and carved with his clan and family symbols. Within the wood is a solid metal core to keep it from breaking if struck. The handle of the axe is wrapped with a worn, crisscrossed leather wrap. It is overall 3 feet in length.

Equipment:
Upper Body: Broxigar's torso is bare to the elements, displaying his impressively broad upper musculature in the front. Hanging from his head all the way down to his feet, Brox wears the pelt of the black bear he slew during his Rite of Ascension. The head has been fashioned by a hood, and its front paws have been fashioned to cover his steely, muscular arms for camouflage.
Lower Body: Leather short pants covered with bear fur for warmth. His pants are tight fitting and flexible, allowing for quick and silent movements.

Jewelry Bear claw earring on his left ear. Traditional necklace with shriveled ears taken from the enemies he has killed in combat and the symbol of his clan. Currently there are eight ears in the necklace.

Inventory
• Whetstones
• Blade care tools
• Carved bear-bone spoon, knife and fork
• Skinning knife
• Circular frame
• Tongs
• Bear stomach lining- Used as a cooking container, this giant bear stomach is generally set up with a circular in order to cook stews and soups. Treated specifically to withstand extreme heat and wear, the stomach lining is one of the key traditions of the Darkmoon Clan. This stomach generally comes from the bear young orcs have to kill during their Rite of Ascension, and as per tradition it stays with the prospect owner for their entire life.


Personal History
Born of both a shaman father and a warrior mother, Broxigar was raised to both honor his clan and the Earth mother who provided for him and his clan. Until his fourth birthday it was not decided which path he would take, but when the fast growing youth's chest broadened and his arms became steely bands of muscle his path was set as that of a warrior and his training had begun. Through the next six years, the young orc progressed swiftly through his training and received many accolades as both a powerful combatant and an excellent hunter and gatherer. Brox's life had become a routine. In the mornings he would learn battle strategy, orc history, and he would fight with his fellow trainees. In the afternoons he would go hunting, encouraged by his mother to earn his keep and provide for the clan.

At the age of ten, Broxigar was called forth by the Clan Shamans and was summoned to do his Rite of Ascension, which would allow him to participate in the Darkmoon Clan community, would earn him his first tattoos, and would allow him to Choose his path and receive his named weapon. As per custom, the fledgling wore nothing but a pair of leather shorts, and took nothing with him but a commonplace double headed axe and a wineskin of water. Setting off in the hunt, the orc had a target in mind: An uncommonly big black bear had been making it difficult for the hunter and gatherers. So far, his clan had sent three of their best warriors out to slay the creature, and had not returned.

After three weeks of searching, tracking, and finally figuring where the bear's cave was Broxigar had found himself with the opportunity he searched. Wrapping his fingers around the worn leather handle of the black iron axe, the young orc let out a fierce, bellowing roar and charged the bear, his fear all but forgotten. The beast reared in its two feet, and with surprising swiftness swung one of its gigantic paws toward the young orc, aiming to maim its aggressor with knife-like black claws. The young orc rolled over to the side and was barely nicked by the black bear's claws, finding himself being spun by its sheer strength. The orc raised his battle axe as he spun, using both the centrifugal force and his own physical strength as he came to face the bear again to sink the sharp iron blade at the bear's leg, biting it deeply and cause the creature to lose balance and fall. Moving swiftly atop the creature, Broxigar wrapped his arms around the creature's meaty neck, sent a prayer to the Earth Mother and let out a bellowing roar as he pulled hard, breaking the bear's neck.

When the orc made his trek back into the village struggling shoulder his prize, Broxigar was greeted at first by shock and surprise, then by pleasure and disbelief, and at last by a huge celebration. That night the Ritual of Ascension was finished as the elders proclaimed him a full member of their society and gave him first tattoo of the clan symbol on his left pectoral. After that, he received the fur of the bear he had killed and put it over his shoulder, letting out a fierce battle cry that was met by many others in the crowd. Once the rite was completed and he was to choose what path he would follow, a remarkable event passed: Instead of freely choosing from the available professions, was approached by both The Warrior Hand and the Shaman Tongue and was requested by them to join the Clan Guardians. Falling on one knee, the orc bowed his head and accepted the charge. Ever since then, Broxigar has served both The Warrior Hand and the Shaman Tongue as one of the Guardians, whose duties are to protect their clan no matter what the danger is or where it is.