”Insanity is doing the exact... same fucking thing... over and over again, expecting... shit to change.”
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”Fuck off."
-Nickname: Death (Cause when death comes knocking, you're not going to give him a fancy title.)
-Age: 24
-Gender: Male
”Blood, bone, and skin. Just like everyone else."
-Eye Color: Dark Brown
-Hair Color: Brown
-Height: 6'2''
-Weight: 218 lb.
-Skin Tone: White
-Build: Slim, broad shoulders, but built with lean muscle.
-Body Markings: Tribal tattoos from his feet to his eyes. Tribal warriors were given markings for each kill they earned.
”Take a look."
-Fears: Boredom and prison.
-Likes: Slavery, pillaging, killing, fire, archery, power, and the idea of the Beast King.
-Dislikes: Cowards, lawful people, order, and easy fights.
-Quirks: Jorg has the habit of eating his enemies.
-He gives prisoners a choice of their fate.
-He's got the habit of speaking to himself when excited.
-Personality: Jorg likes to keep things interesting in anyway he can. Whether it be killing or taking in to vices he hates to be bored. To be bored is his worst of fears because boredom is his insanity. He wants to serve the Beast King and he figures the best way to do so is to carve up the Empire. So he likes to gather more people to his horde in order to destroy as much as possible to make way for the Beast King's second coming.
”Might make right."
-Relationships: N/A
-History: Jorg was born in a mountain tribe. His mother was the shaman and his father a normal hunter. The warlike tribe worshiped the Beast King and often took human sacrifices in his name. They would capture humans, the shaman would sacrifice them at the alter, and the tribe devour the flesh after words. His mother was the only one who could use spells but since Jorg was of her line she taught him as well. He remained in that life until his tenth winter when a raiding party swept through his village, leaving only those who would become slaves alive.
The boy traveled to a city red light district to be auctioned off but no one wanted a small/frail slave boy. So he was tasked with being the chiefs personal slave. After three months since his village was raided the group had been hunted down by large party of soldiers and were pinned to the mountains. Jorg weaved a small spell to whisper into the chiefs ear, giving him the wisdom to win the battle. This kept up for a year until the boy didn't advise the chief and, after defeat, the bandits killed their leader. Thus after a short display of power the boy became the new leader.
After that he went straight to gaining more power. He named the group "Horde" for he planned it to grow to large numbers. Raiding villages and outposts to gather coin or equipment to better the Horde. He also attacked prisons, slave outposts, and also killed other bandit leaders to add to his own army. When it grew too large for him he created a base of operations, his old tribal land hidden deep within the mountains. There he built a stronghold where they stored their loot. From there the Horde would separate in small raiding parties but always come back to the base which they called "The Blood Keep".
When he was sixteen he began forming alliances with other tribes and nobles of small keeps through coin and blood. One deal with a powerful tribe, whom the chieftain had a confederacy of seven tribes, wanted to see Jorg's power. So he went back to the blood keep to gather in numbers in order to assault a castle with a thousand men. He sent a "caravan of entertainers" of disguised bandits into the town. They sang and danced but opened the gates from the inside when the siege came. Jorg killed the count, sacked the castle as well as most of the town, and took in many slaves. Yet he let many survive to spread rumors about him since they would figment what actually happened in a bizarre stretch of what really happened. That certainly got the crowns attention. Now he continues to grow the horde, however becoming more cruel by each day.