Arbatuluk [SA]

Character Name: Arbatuluk the Warlord

Nickname(s):

Race: Orsimer (Orc)

Sex: Male

Age: 25

Birthplace: Orsinium





Height: 9'0

Weight: 280 kilograms

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: Shaved back and sides, with dreadlocks.

Facial Hair: Shaven

Skin Color: Grey-green.

Build: Very Muscular

Distinguishing Features: Has Gigantism, insanely tall and strong.



Profession: Orc Chief

Skills: Fighting (With and without weapons), Manual labour, Lifting.

Magic: N/A

Training: Nothing formal, but has experience in battle.

Other Abilities: N/A

Apparel: In a battle he is anticipating, he will wear Orcish plate, but generally wears leather armor with no chestpiece.

Weaponry: Varies from battle to battle. He is proficient with axes, battleaxes, swords, warhammers and spears.

Other Equipment: N/A

Companions: N/A



Affiliation: His Tribe

Religious Belief: Malacath

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Married

Personality: Arbatuluk lives for combat. He is very good at fighting, he loves being in combat and smashing some poor soul's head in. He is violent, aggressive and for the most part, uncontrollable. He will, however, fight for what is his, and for his clan.



Arbatuluk was extremely large, even as a child. His gigantism was often praised, however. Everybody knew he would grow up to become a mighty warrior, and many clans fought to gain him as an asset. One clan did, and he was paraded about like a crowning jewel. This clan grew over the years that Arbatuluk was in it.

As a child, his gift was very much put to use. He fought with older children, and bested them very easily. By the time he was 12, he stood over most in the clan. His arms were like tree trunks, and he hit with the force of a warhammer. He just became stronger and stronger.

Eventually, he was put into battle. Given Orcish Armor, and a good quality warhammer, he charged into battle, crushing anyone in his path. He swung the warhammer so hard, he often lifted the enemies and flung them into the air. He won battle after battle after battle. In early adulthood, he grew tired of being ordered around, and challenged the clan chief to single combat. It was hardly even a challenge. Arbatuluk took almost no notice of the chief's incoming attacks, and broke or shattered bone upon his own attacks. Eventually, Arbatuluk grew tired of playing with the chief, and pinned him against the wall, and pummelled his face into nothingness, with grey matter, blood, and flesh painting the walls of the hut.

According to law, this made Arbatuluk the new chief. He ruled well, participating in clan battles, defending it, and investigating problems. Over the years, the tribe grew stronger, Arbatuluk desiring the one battle that would tire him, give him a good challenge.

One downside to his gigantism is the constant pain he is in. His organs cannot support his size. He will most likely not live past 30. The pain, is easily dealt with in combat. He channels it into a blood rage, making him a deal more lethal. This leaves him tired after it wears off. He makes sure to be alone when that happens.

He is also a pretty terrible ruler. The less combat centric duties like finding food and shelter are left to his wives and advisors.

A brilliant commander and warrior, the same cannot be stated for his chiefly duties.