"Title and coin mean very little to one who has no place to belong."
Although he carries the intimidating outward traits of his savage kinsman, he holds within the compassionate heart of his human mother. As a Half Orc, his mother understood that he would not easily be accepted into civil societies, so his mother secluded him from the rest of the world from a very young age instead. His time spent with his mother taught him fairness and when it was appropriate to defend himself, and most importantly to never seek out conflict. His voice sounds like surly mixture of dry growling and grinding gravel, and even though it may sound intimidating, his words carry an unmistakably genuine tenderness that isn't common to the Orcs nor Barbarians. When in the company of others he tends to fade away in the background and remain reclusive until needed, not because the presence of others intimidates him, but because most do not easily warm up to him quickly, or at all in some cases. His only fear is the day he would have to face the more monstrous side of his lineage and that he may not be able to control himself.
Studded leather armor
Spear
Shortbow
Dagger
Backpack with waterskin
1 day trail rations
Bedroll
Sack
Flint and steel
Quiver with 20 arrows
7 gold pieces
Torgrimm was born the bastard son of an Orcish warrior who was only around long enough to give him a name, leaving his human mother Gwenith, to raise him alone in poverty. He spent his youth in a small shack in an unmapped forest far away from the busyness of the more civilized folk. Living solely off of natures gifts, mostly berries and venison, Torgrimm and his mother thrived for many years undisturbed, he learned to take what was needed from the land and kept himself in shape with the necessary daily chores of hunting and gathering wood for the colder months.
Just as Torgrimm had reached maturity, his mother took ill with a sickness that nothing the forest bore could cure and eventually succumbed, leaving him alone. Foregoing grief, the half-orc instead saw his mothers passing as a sign for him to set out on his own and get to know the world he knew so little about, and so he packed his things and his mothers hunting spear and left. It wasn't long before he had reached a human settlement, and the sight of his mothers people filled him with immense optimism, but he was met with fear and rejection. To the village folk, he looked no different than the evil orcs that lived to pillage and destroy and decided it was best to shoo him away.
Village after village he was met with the same animosity, and though he was near giving up on civilized life he was desperate and willing to try one last time for the keep not far up the trail.