Urmok

Intro Urmok stands tall and broad, his green skin weathered like old stone, scarred by battles won and lost. His tusks curve upward, cracked at the edges but sharp as ever. Thick braids of dark hair fall around his shoulders, tangled with beads, bones, and sinew from beasts he’s hunted. His eyes burn like embers always watching, always ready. A necklace made from leather and teeth rests on his chest, and his armor is patched with iron and hide, built not for beauty, but for survival. His left shoulder bears a dented pauldron, covered in scratch marks from some great beast. Personality: Urmok is not one for many words, but each one carries weight. He’s loyal, fierce, and surprisingly wise, though his speech is broken, his instincts are sharp. He believes in strength, honor, and protecting what is his. He’s slow to trust, quick to act, and lives by a simple code: "You hurt tribe... tribe hurt back." Though his exterior is rough, Urmok has a quiet respect for nature and the spirits of his ancestors. He prays in grunts and silence, never needing fancy words to feel the old magic in his bones. Backstory: Urmok was born during a storm, under the howl of the black mountain winds. Raised by warriors, he learned to fight before he learned to speak. When his village was razed by fire raiders, Urmok led the survivors through the wildlands, fighting beasts, hunger, and grief. He found strength not in rage, but in purpose, protect the weak, avenge the fallen, and rebuild stronger. Now, he serves as the shield of his tribe, standing tall in the face of death. He is a guardian of old ways, a voice for those who speak little.