Name: Morkus
Species: Orc
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance
Specialization: Fighter
Backstory: Up to this point, Morkus' life had been pretty uneventful for him by Fellmore standards. For as long as he could remember (About 4 years.) Morkus had been the big tough stupid guy for a small warband. Though he stood a head or 3 above his peers in terms of strength, durability, and fighting prowess, Morkus had a very limited thought process that kept thoughts of using his physical gifts to kill, clobber, and bully his way up the chain of command from ever crossing his mind. Instead he just sat around doing sweet FA unless someone yelled at him to do something. But then 1 day something happened to Morkus that wasn't at all normal.

Morkus' warband had joined forces with another warband for an ambitious raid on a human farming village a scout had found after exploring a cave tunnel that led out of Fellmore. But on the day of the raid, their passage through the cave was blocked by a well dressed human with 1 eye. Sword in 1 hand and magic in the other, the human decimated the orcs. However, the human had great difficulty defeating Morkus. After a 4 hour battle though, Morkus seemed to gain the upper hand. But before he could strike the final blow, the human cast a strange purple aura on Morkus and everything went dark.

When Morkus woke up, he was back in Fellmore and was hearing an odd sound in his head. He then spent the next few weeks wandering Fellmore before being recruited into the Warlock's army.
Current Character Development Goal: Find out what that annoying sound is and how to make it stop.

Name: Naruk

Species: Kobold

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Specialization: Ranger

Tragic Backstory: Naruk had been mildly intelligent kobold, whom lived by hunting various animals and selling their pelts and fur for goods. His hut and family lived near the northern reaches Fellmore. Not too cold and warm enough to be considered a modest climate. Naruk biggest problem, was that despite his human-like intelligence, he couldn't read.

One such incident caused him to lose his family, when the flyer for snowstorm warning was posted up in a nearby village - yet because Naruk couldn't read, he didn't understand the danger. One heavy winter later, and he had lost everything including almost his own life. With nowhere else to go, he joined the Warlock' army - in hopes of dying or finding a lost purpose.

Character Development Goals: Learn to read

Name: Erjak the Savage
Species: Orc
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Specialization: Warrior
Tragic Backstory: If one were to look at Erjak from the distance, standing solemnly with his axe leaning on his back, one might think that this orc is different from the rest of his kinsmen, more calm and collected, smarter than most of his peers and maybe one to be a leading example of how his people should act... he's only halfway there.

Needless to say, being nicknamed the Savage by a race of savage people that know only war shows that Erjak is anything but a calm orc, though he is smarter than his peers, that does not serve him much when for most of his life he was surrounded by a people killing one another, and for most of his life, he was part of that machine, being especially efficient at killing other people since he was just a child, however, upon meeting his first slave, a young elven woman, he began to slowly change, a bit calmer and bit smarter.

Though the slave looked like she had just grown to adulthood, she was much, much older than him, though even under the threat of death she did chose not to reveal her name. Every time he would gain a book, or anything that looked nice, he gleefully brought it before her and asked her to reveal it's history if she knew it. In time, she taught him how to read and even how to write as well and the two began to slowly share some mutual feelings for one another.

However, it wasn't meant to be, it seemed that some of his fellow orcs were either jealous of his relationship with the elf, or simply hated that she was changing Erjak into something a bit more... civilized.

One day, when Erjak returned from yet another raid with a heap of books and trinkets that looked interesting, he was greeted at the entrance of his village by half a dozen orcs standing in his path, on the shoulders of one of the orcs resting a body mangled and mutilated beyond recognition. Said orc tossed the body before a very confused Erjak, who stared at not knowing what to think about it.

It was a while until the orc in front finally spoke "We had fun with your little elven toy!" and when he spoke, it took only a moment for Erjak's emotions to do a complete turn. He was angry... very angry, so angry, that he barely remembered letting himself loose upon the orcs in front of him, slaughtering them with great savagery, doing to their bodies what the orcs had done to his elven's friends body and then some more. The rest of the tribe said that he spent over half a day mauling their bodies with his axe before he finally recovered from the rage.

And when he did, he got his nickname by his fellow kinsman, henceforth, he was known as Erjak the Savage. After that, he realized that his people were savage beyond belief, he needed to change them if he were to avoid situations like these from ever happening again and the only way to do that was to usurp the leadership of the horde's from the current overall leader, the Warlock.

And so, to gain the leadership of his people, he infiltrated the Warlock's army, figuring that someone with his skills and renown in killing would do well in such an army.

Goals:
- Taking lead of his people
- Teaching his people of his more peaceful ways... by force if necessary
- Acquiring more books to study from, and possibly learning the elven language
- Finding any possible elven relation of his former elven friend

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Name: TROJAN!
Species: Bugbear
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Specialization: Cleric

Tragic Backstory: Trojan is... not like most Bugbears, to say the least. He can read and write fluently, is bilingual in the common tongue and goblin tongue, a devout academic (despite being largely impaired compared to more intelligent races), and capable of healing magic. Who knew?

He was raised by a cleric (of Meriadar if this has any connection to D&D), who was on a quest around Fellmore to persuade its people to take up a more relaxed and spiritual way of life. Trojan, who at the time didn't have a name, was largely barbaric: always breaking things from a young age and never able to understand anything the cleric tried to teach him. Whenever he thinks back, Trojan is unable to comprehend how the priest had so much patience. Through some stroke of luck, Trojan began connecting the dots, learning how to read and write and eventually becoming quite the intellectual in exceptional time. The cleric herself was confused about how he could learn so much so quickly, however attributed it to Trojan being a special kind of bugbear. Trojan was also taught how to love, to treat others fairly, and act in a mostly civilised manner (he still can't quite help himself at the table). As strange a case as this was, life was good for Trojan. Odd, but good.

Two years ago, however, Trojan lost the one and only real person he'd come to know: the cleric. It was Trojan's physical strength that left him unable to protect her; Trojan was under-developed physically, and couldn't protect her from a fire which engulfed the house they stayed. Enraged with himself, Trojan turned feral, his barbaric nature causing him to grow more muscle over time and his academic meeting almost slipping his mind. He almost would have lost himself completely, had he not seen a vision at near-death, kicking his mind back into gear.

It had been a little over a years worth of not studying. But in that time, he had become a lot more proficient in hitting people with big sticks and smashing them on the ground, if they managed to annoy him. As such, he took up the spear, though generally fights without the pointed edge. His rehabilitation into intelligent life has bee difficult, especially without a guide, however he's trying his best to get back in the groove. Currently he can read children's stories with ease, and can do some pretty good math. He's quite physically adept, though has since lost some of his strength to study, and is trying to maintain a balance. Oddly his knowledge of tactics hasn't inched forward nor backward, and remains as proficient in giving orders as he always has, which is pretty good.

He has recently infiltrated the Warlock's army, aiming to convert those within the ranks to becoming more intelligent, more peaceful, following in his mentor's footsteps.

Goals:
- Learn how to do more complex mathematics and finish a large novel.
- Maintain his training and become better at handling a staff. He has the strength, but lacks technique compared to some.
- Help those alongside him walk a line of peace and companionship.

Name: Sen Ignis
Species: Kobold
Age: 25
Gender: Female

Specialization: Ranger
Tragic Backstory: Parents were killed by a tunnel cave-in that was deliberately caused by a rival clan. Sen now hates every other kobold clan besides her own. Now serves as a merciless, emotionless killer in the Warlock's army.

Character Development Goals: For Sen to actually regain her feelings and to learn something new besides killing.

* Name: Gorman
* Species: Orc
* Age: 50
* Gender: Male
* Specialization: Fighter

* Tragic Backstory: On one fateful night, when the annual thunderstorm soaked the Wasteland, the High Priestess went into labor with her first child. After hours of struggling to push him out, it is said that the midwife reached in to pull him out instead. The child latched onto her hand with such unnatural strength that she had to withdraw him arms-first. Legend has it that the moment he breathed his first breath, a lightning strike startled everyone in the room. But the child was the only one who didn't flinch. Instead, he pumped his fist in the air in defiance.

Regardless of the truth of this story, legends surrounded the young orc from the very first years of his life. He supposedly popped the head of a kobold when he was three, defeated a platoon of goblins when he was ten, and defended his village from an invading orc army all by himself when he was twenty. The truth was a bit less glorious, but he made no attempt to stifle the legends - they were his shield against contenders. Despite having a talent for killing, he sought to live a more peaceful life, taking up architecture since entering adulthood.

For many years, he and his team of builders constructed cities of rammed-earth and cobblestone all across Fellmore. His work was reputed to be of the highest quality, able to withstand both sieges and soaking thunderstorms. His wealthier clients appreciated his attention to detail, and his decorative work brought him to the feet of lords.

But the peace was not to last. An alliance of humans and elves marched through Fellmore killing everything in their path. The reigning King of Fellmore drafted every able-bodied soul to the defense forces, including all of Gorman's employees. Every one of them died in the battle. Gorman was assigned to guard the King, and when the enemy finally routed the Fellmoran forces, Gorman reportedly absorbed nearly a dozen arrows before succumbing to his wounds. But the King perished anyway.

Gorman wanted to die. But to his dismay, he did not. When the Warlock seized control of Fellmore, he heard tales of the orc's exploits and healed him. Now that he owed his life to the Warlock, Gorman had no choice but to live on. And if he was going to live, he decided he might as well take his revenge on the vicious elves that slew all his friends. Seized with this newfound reason for life, he accepted a position as Captain of a warband and trained to regain his fighting skills dulled from disuse.

* Character Development Goals: Gorman views the other races with stereotypical prejudice. To him, elves are merely conniving snakes, humans are extra-wimpy elves, and dwarves are drunken idiots. All of them are gutless murderers in his eyes. He refuses to see them as people. Over time, though, circumstances will force him to face this issue and answer some tough questions about who he is and what he believes in.

Name: Alarus

Species: Kobold

Age: 43

Gender: Female

Appearance: (I really hate the look of all images...Coloration is more muted; dull black and gray standings. Enough clothing to be covered but the most defining aspect is the skull rested on her head. The Eye sockets are matted or blacked out, with the horns being removed to her’s can poke through. The Skill is hollowed out covering the whole head.)

Specialization: Mage

Backstory: Didn’t really care much for war, didn’t really care much for anything really. Almost the perfect reason for bliss, ignorance. However thanks to some rather interesting reading and latter understandings of old myths. By every right one would call her an genetic engineer. Learning the ins and outs of other creatures, even her own kind, this also lead to another wonderful title, Monster. As it turns out, learning how to rewrite genetic material is a more delicate art that the mage didn’t quite have at first, and without a goal or idea of what she was doing, ended up dooming the majority of her clan’s lesser families.

“Weak, could not withstand alteration, strands insuffant.”

After seeing how her work had left the clan she decided it was best to leave and work on others. Perhaps she could find stronger sequences of Genetic material elsewhere, and she wasn’t disappointed. Over her trip she saw many different alteration, even the many creatures in the wasteland. Of course she couldn’t really write it all down so she did the only thing she could think of, using her own DNA to store the sequences but making them latent so they wouldn’t. Unforeseen side effects of working with one's DNA. Pigmentation loss mainly. She had to do away with any kinda ‘waste’ date to make room, the easiest was simple. Moving around for years augmenting and ‘improving’ creatures how she saw fit. Till she got an invite from a rather strange source, The Warlock himself offering her a spot in his army. To her the idea of being able to work on so many creatures at once was something she couldn’t pass up.

Witch Doctor, mad Alchemist, insane, just a few nicknames given to her over her time working for The Warlock, however her favorite is something she still uses to this day, a name many would never want to hear for it meant pain, suffering and body augmentation, ‘The Shaman’.

* Character Development Goals: Perfection, even though she knows she can never obtain it, only chase it. To quote: “Never Perfect, perfection goal that changes, can chase but never catch.” (Yes speech patterns from her are in this tone.)

* Name: Nuggle

* Species: Goblin

* Age: 21

* Gender: Male

* Specialization: Mage

* Tragic Backstory: Nuggle was born into the harsh world of the Fellmoran Wastelands for the purpose of dying. Nuggle's kin were simply cannon fodder in another pointless war with little meaning. By some miracle, Nuggle found himself surviving each and every time upon said battlefields. Nuggle would tell anyone it was because of Nuggle's bravery in the face of sheer carnage, but in reality Nuggle would be at the back of the battle, hiding out to survive. This went on for years, until Nuggle lived long enough to gain magical powers. It was an odd thing really, one day Nuggle had no powers, and then the next Nuggle did.

After that moment, Nuggle was taken away by the hooded men and turned into a weapon. They trained Nuggle in his powers and told Nuggle of the eldritch knowledge of the world. Somehow and someway Nuggle was given as a gift to some warlock fellow. Nuggle sought no answers to this development, for Nuggle did not care where Nuggle went. As long as Nuggle used Nuggle's magic and survived what the world threw at Nuggle, Nuggle would endure. For Nuggle is a simple creature, a simple goblin who only craves the power in all its forms.

* Character Development Goals: Power. Unlimited Power.

* Appearance:
* Name: Oreth

* Species: Kobold

* Age: 24

* Gender: female

* Specialization: fighter

* Tragic Backstory: Oreth was thought from a young age that you gotta fight for what you want and what you need, life is work and your doing it wrong if you ain't liv'n well. Her parents didn't care one bit for her and sent her to live with her uncle, who didn't care for her any more than they did. After a few months her uncle dropped her of in the slums and never came back. In the time that she was in the slums she met a few people and made some friends, a few even thought her hand-to-hand, swordplay, and how to roughhouse and win. She assumed her friends had been ex-criminals and knights fallen from grace. After learning from her friends for a good amount of years all she had to do was flex her muscle as well as gain muscle, figuratively and literally.

* Character Development Goals: Oreth wants to become the wealthiest mercenary and live a comfortable and dangerous life.