Name: Malkai Ironbelly
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Element: Earth
Appearance:
Personality: Might makes right, as Malkai always says. In all things moral and ethical the one who's truly good is whoever is left to tell their tales. Malkai has seen good men die and bad men profit, and in the end the world goes on without every caring. For the orc himself, he knows damn well that what he cares and what he believes in has very little baring about how the world works. Just because one does good does not mean they're rewarded, and just because one does evil does not mean they will be punished. To that end, good must be done for goodness's sake, and evil can be be a reward in of itself.
Having been raised in strife and conflicts Malkai has seen many friends die and killed many enemies of his own. While he would certainly do his best to protect his allies and kill his enemies, he holds no hard feelings for those who die in combat, nor does he blame his foes should they do the deed or wound him. That being said, there's a time and place for fighting. On the battlefield anything goes, but away from such places like a tavern or in bed, war should be nothing but dirty business done elsewhere. Malkai doesn't much appreciate working over time.
That being said Malkai does enjoy a scrap every now and again, either as a bar brawl or a big battle. He enjoys being the biggest presence on the battlefield, having many foes try and take him down as he stands defiant to their attacks, or for his allies to maneuver around the enemy and attack their flanks. Malkai derives a certain masochistic pleasure from being wounded, and enjoys nothing more than the feel of his blade sinking into foes. Despite his lumbering hulk outside the theater of war, in the midst of chaos and combat, Malkai is but a brush, a tool, in the hands of an artist who will paint this battle in blood.
Biography: Malkai has no country to call his home, as he was born in a band of mercenaries. His mother and father were two orcish warriors themselves, fighting across the mountains of Vriksha, the swamps of Bariura, or the tundras of Sama. Malkai was still a boy when he killed his first man, loading a crossbow for his father when an armored knight had arrived and nearly cut the young lad down. Had Malkai not had fallen and accidentally pull the trigger, his future would have ended right there. Since that day Malkai was given an axe and a shield, and would join his parents in battle wherever it took him.
By the time Malkai could be called a man himself, both his parents had perished. They died a warrior's death taking down a dragon for their commander, ultimately winning the battle they lost their lives too. With the money they would have been paid, Malkai purchased himself better equipment and went his own way. Having no loyalties to any lord the orcish warrior sold his blade to whoever needed it the most, be it some up-and-coming noble trying to make a name for himself, or a desperate village in need of protection against bandits. Sometimes Malkai would fight pro bono and simply kill anything that dared draw a weapon against him or whoever he protects.
Even now Malkai wanders the land looking for his next fight. He has made friends, he has made enemies, he seeks fortune, and he hungers for battle. Both Malkai and the day is still young, and even when night falls he shall simply rest until a new day dawns, and a bright future awaits.
Evolution:
Heavy Armor - Thick steel armor strong enough to ward off most weapons and arrows. It may not be magical, but it does the job.
Battle Axe - A large two-headed cleaver that can cut a horse in two, and if Malkai puts his strength into it, can even cut through armor and shields. Despite it's crude appearance it's a masterwork weapon made of steel.
Wolf Companion - A big friendly wolf that Malkai had picked up in his travels. Not only a friend but a deadly fighter himself, he knocks foes down so Malkai can finish them off. His name is Wolf.
Misc: A surprisingly decent chef. Malkai has much experience foraging around and making due with whatever scraps he can find, and thus can make a nice meal out of whatever he has on hand. Give him proper ingredients and he can make magic.
