Thur' Gash

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Thur' Gash
  • Gender: Male
  • Nicknames: Thu, Champion of the Broken Skull Clan
  • Race: Half Orc/Ogre Hybrid
  • Class: Gladiator
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Deity: Khazzar
  • Age: 57
  • Body Type: Muscular
  • Height: 9'2"
  • Weight: 750lb
  • Complexion: Dark Green
  • Hair: Black
  • Eyes: Dull Red
  • Scars: Plenty
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Bloodthirsty, Honourable, Boisterous
  • Likes: The thrill of the battle, A good ale.
  • Dislikes: Dirty Cowards.

• Description

  To say that he likes to fight is merely an understatement for he doesn't treat it as a form of sport, he LIVES for it. So much that he's willing to declare a duel to a random pedestrian on the street should they deem tough enough just to sate his bloodthirst. Be sure to expect that he enjoys an honourable battle more than anything else and should you ever tainted that, he'll swear to the War God himself that he'll be more than happy to personally TEAR YOU UP LIMB TO LIMB. He also doesn't mind a match against his odds, as long as he knows of it beforehand or if certain circumstances are unavoidable.
  
  Outside of battle though, he doesn't talk much aside from his usual grunts as he prefers to interact himself with others through actions rather than words. To those who he has taken a liking of however, is where he shows the more boisterous side of his persona.

• Biography

  Thur' Gash can't remember how he found himself within the premises of the colloseum ever since he was but a mere orcling. The only thing that he remembered about his past was the cold, damp floor beneath him, the steel cage surrounding him and the gruel and water that had occasionally appeared just outside of the said bar within his reach. He was also forced to train himself extremely by his unknown peers, else punishments would ensue in the form of constant whipping, starvation and being beaten to a pulp. Eat, train, sleep, eat and so on. He thought that the process would remain forever as he had no way to tell the passage of time while within the cage. However, little did he know that his captors had a better plan as they saw potential within him...
  
  One day, he had surprisingly being given no food at all. This has repeated until the third day, where he was extremely famished and had grown considerably weaker than he ever was. That is, until he was dragged by his unknown captors into another cage with his blindfold on. Once his blindfold opens, he finds himself within the cage with another orc... and a plate of food attached to the ceiling by some sort of string. He can't remember what exactly did his captor's said, but whatever it is, it had forced both him and the new orc to fight against themselves for survival. Eventually, the half-orc/ogre one with his very first opponent completely beaten to a pulp and dead. His captors', impressed at his display of skill, had given him his rightful rewards.
  
  On the morrow, he was led to another location by a handful of guards with his handcuffs on. That, was the very first time that he had ever felt the outside world. The scorching sunlight enveloping his skin and the sands on the ground was a completely new experiences to him. "This, my friend, is your new life," One of the guards said as he observed the gladiators within the colloseum pitted against each other as the loud roars of the crowd above it can be heard from almost everywhere in every single direction.
  
  Years had passed since then as he rises among the ranks in the Arena. Soon, he became a legendary figure in the Sands Of Izscar and had also become a fairly well-known topic among its denizens. Dozens of opponent he had slew and a hundred more awaits on the next day. However, all of this was not to last as the clan owning the colloseum had been attacked by another clan and was driven away. The Chieftain of the said clan knew the Arena for its famed warriors and had inspected it to look for new possible blood to join his clan.... and that's when he cast his eyes upon a certain gladiator.
  
  Thur' Gash, not knowing what's happening in the outside world, just waited in his cell as he anticipates for his next debut. As he heard the gates of his cell open, he went out expecting a few guards and a handcuff on his hands. What he got instead was a group of unarmed orcs as they gave him some food and ale(something he had never tried before) and brought him OUTSIDE of the arena. Completely bewildered, he demanded an explanation from them. When asked, the Chieftain himself comes forth personally in front of the gladiator and placed his arms on the half orc's shoulder. "You need not rot yourself in the Pits, my kinsmen, for you are among one of us now." He gave a reassuring smile. "You're free,"
  
  The gladiator, who is completely new to the concept of 'Freedom', had witnessed that his whole life had began to change yet again. How will he adjust and adapt himself to his new 'free' life? Join him in his pursuit of seeking out a new purpose for himself in his completely new lifestyle....