Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25912051-20141230014513/@comment-25945871-20150107042646

Name: Torbjorn

Race: Orc

Gender: Male

Age: Early 30s

Appearance: 6'6" about 300lb Natural forest green skin, jutting teeth, hefty black beard (which would be astonishingly clean), warpaint covering the majority of his visable body (very strange and dwemer-like).

Equipment: Leather boots, and lower tunic, (bare chest) with orcish gauntlets, (Permission to bring in Draven's Axes? They are not from any TES... If not): two Orc waraxes, which never appear to have been cleaned except for the edges. A wolf hide used like a cape or scarf of sorts.

Powers: Werewolf (if not, then quick health regeneration), battle cry.

Spells: Bound waraxe (only if Draven's axes are NOT available), close wounds.

misc: Has a thick mohawk that goes all the way down his neck and under his wolf-hide-cloak, has a Talos necklace.

Bio: Grew up in an orcish hold until the Thalmor eventually drove them out and used it for their own purposes. On his travels he encountered a werewolf, slew it, but was bitten in the process. Eventually he built his own hut in the middle of a forest and kept to himself and hunted, until word came up that this gathering was taking place.

Torbjorn strides in and rolls his head as if to loosen it up, looking over to Malgrim, he smirks slightly and says roughly, "Forgive me for bein' late, laddeh. I had ae nuisance tae deal with afore I left me home and h'well, ye can guess whot I'd be a'meetin' on dae road. Heheheh. Torbjorn son of Bjornson, son of Bjorn the Wild, at ye sarvace!" He bows, and then takes a seat at the counter, passing a few gold pieces to the barkeep. "Have annae got annae Nord mead?"