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Name: Garock
Species: Ork
Gender: What's one of 'does?
Age: 29
Appearance: Garock stands at about six and a half feet. His skin is a median green, his eyes a crimson red. He wears heavy leather overalls, with further armor provided by a few metal plates welded onto them. Garock also wears a pair of goggles to shield his eyes from sparks and amplify his vison while he tinkers. On his back Garock also has his kustom force field generator, kondensed so that it doesn't catch on anything while he walks about inside his vehicle. While smaller than most, his force field generator is still a mess of tesla coils and tubes sparking erratically, granting Garock an almost sinister blue glow when in darker environments, such as the interior of his beloved war machine.
Rank: Big Mek
Bio: Garock was 'born' into a feral klan of Snakebites. The jungle planet upon which he spent his first years was under the utter control of a nasty git known as Wazzag 'Ead Spika. Near on a century before Wazzag had konquered the planet, burning down the 'umie cities and despoiling the land, all without a bit of tech. In his hundred year reign Wazzag had forbidding any technology from entering the ranks of his host, to the point that even scrap metal was considered unorky, instead the tribe's choppas being made of bone and sinew.
Much like any ork Garock spent his early years fighting and just having a good time with his savage brothers. Then one day however Garock was struck with the worst of curses, an idea! Using a pile of wooden refuge and squig innards the ork managed to build a small lobber, perfect for launching rocks into walls or charging nobs. While at first his fellows celebrated Garock and his invention, they quickly became worried over the number of ideas he was having.
Before long Wazzag caught wind of what was happening, and with grace and subtlety directly assaulted the camp Garock lived in with his biggest nobs and fastest boars. While the camp burned and Wazzag's power reestablished Garock barely got away, and sought to leave the savage planet. It was with great fortune that he happened upon some Freebooterz who were on the planet collecting scrap from some ancient humie ruins. Hitching a ride with them in exchange for some of his ideas soon Garock learned just how big the kosmos was.
Since that time Garocks has been travelling between various tribes, building both his knowledge and his personal war machine, Da Fortrezz, a mighty battlewagon he started building soon after leaving his savage home, and has been constantly repairing and improving since. Recently Garocks has joined on with Kragot Metal-Jaw, his interest piqued by the thought of a really big weapon.
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As far as personal wargear goes Garock rides into battle with his kustom twinlinked shoota, a few stikkbombs, his kustom force field, and of course a selection of his favorite tools and bits of scrap.
Npc's: There is of course the entire krew of Da Fortrezz, though there are twp more notable members.
Gids: Garocks personal assistant, Gids is a particularly clever gretchen that helps Garock in building weapons and armor, as well as repairing Da Fortrezz, cleaning, collecting scrap, feeding his squigs, and anything else Garocks doesn't feel like doing.
Bodokz: Is the one that keeps da gunz firin! Bodokz is an ork boy, not quite big or important enough to be a nob, but not nobody either. He mans the kannon of Da Fortrezz, and is also in charge of managing the various gretchens and boyz who operate the other weapon systems. Bodokz is the go between for Garocks and the rest of the krew, who he can't be bothered to remember or care about.

WAAAARGH!