Ledunk "Groh-Orsinun".

Character Name: Ledunk "Groh-Orsinun".

Nickname(s): Dunk, 'Muscles'.

Race: Ogre.

Sex: Male.

Age: 18.

Birthplace: Meat-Market of Nova Orsinium.





Height: 7'3".

Weight: Pretty damn heavy. Around 450? More? Good luck weighing him.

Eye Color: Black, pupils hardly distinguishable from his irises.

Hair Color: Very, very black.

Hair Style: Gorgath keeps what scraggly pieces of hair grow on Ledunk's head cut bald to the scalp.

Facial Hair: Ledunk has a thing layer of stubble on his chin and cheeks, although Gorgath likes to keep it cut short.

Skin Color: A lighter shade blue-grey than most Ogres.

Build: He's a big bloody ogre. Wide built and tall, with long gangly arms and relatively short legs. Walks (more like lumbers) with a bit of a hunch.

Distinguishing Features: Well he's an Ogre, in clothes. That's odd throughout most of Tamriel enough. In Nova Orsinium he looks quite typical, even if the Ogre population there is relatively small. He does have a couple of distinguishing features, like his amulet and the saber-tooth piercing in his right ear.



Profession: "Adventurer's Assistant" (Gorgath gro-Orsinium's companion).

Skills: Born with a strong back, legs and arms; Ledunk is a mighty wall of muscle. Having such muscle he's excellent at manual labour, and is used for such on off-jobs. He swings his "big club" with lethal precision and speed.

Magic: None.

Training: Gorgath has tried to teach Ledunk things throughout his life, he can write now (poorly) and is surprisingly good at numeracy. Ledunk did hold a job as a cook for a year and was taught some of those skills but wasn't particularly good at it.

Other Abilities: Even though he's a bit of a dim-wit in comparison, he's pretty intelligent for what you expect from an Ogre. He's also surprisingly good at fixing up clothes, if you don't mind giant leather ogre stitches.

Apparel: Wears an oversized fur jerkin and kilt roughly stitched together from a number of skins turned inwards. The edges are ruffled and furred themselves; it is clear that the skins are from a number of different beasts, including: sabertoothed tiger, mountain goat and Wrothgarian Furry Worm.

Doesn't wear shoes, or gauntlets, even in the coldest winters.

Weaponry: Wields a hefty big club (more like a bulbous staff to the average denizen of Tamriel) made from appears to be a tree branch or part of a smaller tree's trunk; whittled carefully and clearly for a long time into a wieldable weapon.

Other Equipment: Ledunk carries whatever Gorgath tells him to. Doesn't really have much of his own, except a tusked and horned dragon amulet (not too dissimilar from the ones found on a number of Orcish legionnaires, just clearly oversized) made of steel on a thick leather chain. Takes great pride in what he does own.

Does carry his own little pouch sewn into the front of his kilt, containing some rations and a holster for an oversized water-skin (sewn from a mammoth bladder - Ogres sell odd things like that in Nova Orsinium).

Companions: Gorgath gro-Orsinium.



Affiliation: Has a strong attachment to Gorgath, and as a result shares his beliefs in a strong, provincial, Nova Orsinium under Imperial rule.

Religious Belief: Regularly mumbles his own little oaths to Malacath, believes the Daedric Prince is the only greater being in existence who truly cares for Ogres. Reverently calls him the "Biggest Ogre".

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual.

Relationship Status: Single.

Personality: Dunk's a lovely... Big... Ogre. He's not exactly charming, but he's friendly at first words. To Gorgath's displeasure he's quite naive, not having learnt from his childhood that was typically a bad thing. Some might think him thick headed, by his struggle to pronounce certain words. He's not as stupid as he lets on though, he can't read or write but he's a dab hand at being a clothier and whittling. Over the last four years, he's whittled a thick tree branch into a perfectly sized (and weighted) club.



What's a life from the eyes of an Ogre? A flash of moments?

Being saved by Gorgath in the squalid slums of Orsinium. Finding just enough food to survive. Chasing after the Orcs that stole away Gorgath and flipping carts over as Orcs with sharp sticks poked him to the ground. The pain was memorable enough. Hefting giant stone bricks from the masonry to the highest highs of the fort's wall. Smacking in nails to keep the wood together.

Getting cornered by a sabre-tooth, losing Gorgath in a ravine and killing it with a big stick. Eating the saber tooth and keeping the stick. Taking a knife and making it dull by carving up the big stick. Gorgath getting angry for making the knife dull, then giving him a small axe to do it better. Getting a hole in his jerkin, and patching it up with a deer. Getting shouted at by Gorgath, for not skinning the deer first.

Really, Gorgath's much better at telling this story. Why are you asking an Ogre?