Name- Garrok Ironfist
Age- 24
Gender- Male
Race- Orc

Personality- Garrok is surprisingly intelligent and relatively friendly for an orc. Unlike most of his brothers, he knows when to fight, when to retreat and when to work together. That being said, he still has an orcish temper about him, so you shouldn't piss him off.

Appearance- [url=http://static.giantbomb.com/uploads/original/9/91062/1410539-thrall.jpg]
(6'4, 380 lbs)

Strengths- Stronger than even the greatest human weightlifter, with a lot of endurance to go along with it.
Weaknesses- Due to his enormous size and mass, he's significantly lacking in the speed and agility department, especially when wearing his heavy armor. It also makes him a large target.

Powers-

Blessing of Mother Earth: Once per day, Garrok can call upon Mother Earth to turn his flesh to oak and his skin to stone (figuratively), to grant him greatly increased protection for 10 seconds, as if his body was actually made of such materials.

Wrath of Father Sky: Once per day, Garrok can call upon Father Sky to grant him the power of a hurricane, granting him a burst of strength and speed (+50% each) for 10 seconds.

Equipment-
* Heavy steel plate and mail armor, as shown in the image.
* Rock maul, as shown in the image. The handle is made of wood, wrapped in leather and studded with steel. The hammerhead is a solid sculpted piece of granite. It has no special properties, besides being absurdly heavy.
* [url=http://static-4.nexusmods.com/15/mods/110/images/1903-2-1322506804.jpg]Reinforced oaken shield[/url], about 2 feet in diameter

History- Garrok was born to a small population of orcs scattered across the border between the (mostly hostile) human kingdoms to the west and the untamed wilderness to the east. Due to these perilous circumstances, the members of his tribe grew large and strong, because the weak couldn't survive.

Garrok however was blessed with not only the brute strength of his people, but with increased intellect and an interest in the human ways of warfare. Instead of training to become a vicious barbarian like his brothers, he sought out the help of traveling human knights (the few that didn't attack him) and bit by bit, he developed into the first orcish knight that his clan had ever witnessed. They shunned him for these practices at first, but soon even they realized that his alternate fighting style as well as his increased insight were a valuable asset and he was made into a commander of sorts.

From that point on, he has been striving to unite the orcish clans that litter the border under one banner and to maintain the fragile pseudo-peace between them and the many human lords that see them as a pest. At least he was, until a botched battle that might have otherwise lost him his life, instead left him unconscious to later wake up in an unfamiliar dungeon cell.