Backstory

I was born in a human village, my mother having been ravaged by an orc raid. I was met with fear, prejudice and pity as a child. But as I grew up it focused into general fear and hate. I fought better than any man there as a teen, so I joined the military to be of use. They didn’t want me after a small incident involving a joke at mothers expense. When I got home, I saw my home in ruins, my mom on the door step covered in blood. No other house was touched.

So I went to the orc I was unfortunate enough to be related to. With the rage, and fire of Gruumsh in my veins, he was an easy target. I took my time with him once he was on the ground. The skin on his face peeled nicely. I felt my true nature come to the surface at the pace of his blood dripping into his mouth. Barbarian? Yes. But a monster? Never. He deserves it. Every time I feel my leather strap necklace braided from his skin, I remember what I fight for.

After the fight, I was welcomed by the orcs. I stayed for a little while, long enough to gain ally’s and respect, short enough to not be bothered with responsibility or pressure of a raid.
So now I travel alone. I help where I can, avoid where I can’t, and if I find a band of merry men I will happily be their Hood. In the name of my mother, Kara, I will purify this world from evil.