Name: Grack 'Humie killa'
Titles: 'Da human kracker' 'Dragooonz killa' 'Best of ta humie killaz'
Age: Unknown.
Apparent Age: 23
Height: About the size of your average twelve year-old.
Weight: Unknown
Body Structure: Short - strong - evil looking
Race: Golin, A slight evolution of orcs.
Species: Goblin
"It's ya' 'pronounced
'Gobbinz'
Family:
Mother - One - Deceased
Father - Ten - Deceased
Sister(s) - Three thousand - Deceased
Brother(s) - Six thousand - Deceased
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Strength: Excellent
Speed: Low
Dexterity: Low
Agility: Low
Magic: "I lern't 'ta 'steyz 'awa 'fro 'dem 'Ire ballz 'urlers"
Close Combat: Excellent
Long Ranged Combat: "Der's no need 'fro 'renged 'weponz 'bozz"
Intelligence: Low
Morality: None
Right hand: Stolen dwarven axe
Grack had come across a small dwarven mining base. He single handly blew it up. That may have been because he tripped over a dynamite carriage. He found this axe on a suspicious looking clump of meat. Grack thought the meat was tasty, the axe however. Was a little gift.
Being of dwarf make, the weapon will never break, rust or melt. Grack has beenl careful with it. Loving it with all his tiny heart. It can cut though event he toughest of Armour, then cut though a tomato.
Left hand: Human made mace
Grack stole this mace, from a expedition into orc lands. The humans had unwittingly burned Grack's home. Thus forcing him into a blind-rage, killing the entire fifty man expedition with only his fists and teeth. He claimed the mace with a roar of primal energy. The orcs ran away from grack that day. He now carries this mace with pride.
History
"I've been to 'lotsa places before 'bozz"
"I even 'Ember some places i 'beenz"