<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9cd28a9af1844af057848cd0b6557cc8/tumblr_olpyf7zAtT1thu75jo1_1280.png)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Others</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/5893f1b01a6da0d41e85e98234373ace/tumblr_om0psxMgYn1utyn51o1_1280.jpg)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/eddb136977a21d52844f4038b1e43561/tumblr_om0psxMgYn1utyn51o3_1280.png)(https://68.media.tumblr.com/51820e880fd75033b48a977545d75fae/tumblr_om0psxMgYn1utyn51o5_1280.jpg)</div></div></div>Name: Ogzi Thorn<br/>Race: Half-Orc<br/>Class: Barbarian 1 / Rogue 1 (Both Unchained)<br/>Level: 2<br/>Alignment: Chaotic Good<br/>Background: Former tribesman<br/>Character Sheet: https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1115865<br/><br/>Personality: Though wary of strangers, Ogzi makes friends quickly (maybe so long on his own has something to do with that.) He's self-assured to the point of cockiness, and like many young men his age, doesn't really understand that he can fail. He's eager to join combat, though more due to the rush and opportunity to show off, than any actual like of hurting people. Due to his past, he's suspicious of magic, particularly magic of a divine nature. He's also not a huge fan of orcs, for the same reason. The "Civilized" world still puzzles him, since it lacks any of the rhythms and basic understandings of hte world he's known up until now. He has a strong fondness for animals, identifying more with most horses and dogs than he does with a lot of people he's met in the cities.<br/><br/>Brief History:<br/>Ogzi's story begins among a tribe of orcs amid the people of the Tantamar plains. The seer at his birth proclaimed that due to his mixed nature, he would never be a warrior, and htat Ogzi should be remanded to the tribe's shaman's. And so it was. Whether by taking a stronger inheritance from his human father, or due to the shaman's training, he grew up tough, but not especially strong. Every day a new ritual awaited him, a new burden to bear, more skin cut and painted with his tribe's marks.<br/><br/>Ogzi strove to be like the other orcs; big, strong, warlike, ferocious. he never quite matched up to them. Usually he never even came close, and the other males joked that his mother was really a goblin. After a while of taunts of this nature, he decided, alright, let's fight like a goblin; His orcish "peers," so used to trouncing the boy with brute strength, were unpleasantly surprised when he began fighting dirty, using his wits and agility against them. of course, nothing is angry like an orc who took a good hit to the nuts, so Ogzi still got his share of batterings and broken bones.<br/><br/>Finally, he was fed up with the life he suffered; to be abused and near-tortured by the shamans on the one hand, then to be bullied and beaten by warriors on the other. it was under a new moon that he slipped away into the deeper hills of the grasslands, to live as his own prerogatives told him. And so he has, hunting, fishing, gathering his own food and building shelters to keep out of the plains' sometimes-fierce weather.<br/><br/>It was among the humans and scattered half-elves of those lands that he woudl find something resembling acceptance. THough the greenskin side of his blood left him dubious in the eyes of these people, his talents at tracking, thinking, and just brute<em>surviving</em>made him invaluable as a scout, and his heritage and skill with language made him a useful go-between for the assorted tribes. Though he was without a "true" tribe now, he had a life, and a position in their society.<br/><br/>It was one of these missions that took him into Edenia, seeking a warrior who had traded in his furs for the soft cloths of the "civilized" peoples; Denodir's mathron had died, and the man was needed to help decide how to apportion her belongings. However, Ogzi found the lure of the "civilized" lands himself, and opted to stay within the kingdom for a time. It was just recently that word came back of bandits and the deprivation htey are causing...<br/><br/>Appearance: Ogzi isn't like your other half-orcs. His muscles don't bulge, his teeth don't jut, and he can certainly speak better than a grunt here and there. Rather, he's a lithe, agile young man, green skin taut over lean muscle. Pointed ears poke through wild hair that combines shades of green, brown, and black, save for a pale streak noting where a scar lies on his scalp. He's quick to smile and laugh - or to growl and snap, putting his sharper-than-human teeth on display either way. he usually wears rather little by way of clothing or armor when he can, and his skin shows the scratches and bruises of a life in the wilderness. Exposed on his left side is a winding tattoo, the same yellow-orange shade as his eyes.