Zardoc

Before you stands a forbidding figure - a half-orc, armoured and armed. Every inch of exposed skin is crisscorssed with burns and scarring. His eyes glint in a mass of scar tissue that might, once, have been a face of noble proportions for his race. Despite his imposing prescence, he doesn't speak more than monosyllables - his eyes sweep the area warily, his fingers resting on the hilt of a heavy battleaxe, his other hand rapped around a stout staff he seems to be using to support a portion of his considerable weght.

A few skulls dangle from his belt, clattering as he moves, and those moves have a certain sense of deliberation to them, as if every movement comes with a price.