{ Mokk × Gnarl }
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Like i care if you know, i am 78 years old
Although it doesn't tend to matter, I'm a Man
If you would like to know i am a Ork
we will crush you Escapee slave
Fear my power,
Tough as Nails: Mokk has a very high tolerance for pain. Allowing him to push through nearly any kind of pain with sheer will.
Raw power: Mokk is strong even for an ork. He is capable of lifting and throwing anything as bulky as he is in full armor with relative ease.
My most Loyal companions A club and shield made from solid steel. The club loosely resembles a mace. The shield is half a foot thick and when held to his chest reaches all the way down to his knees. He also wears equally thick plate mail, it does not include the usual padding.
This is my story, Mokk was born into a tribe of orks in his homeland. In his tribe orks were named after their first official raid or battle and their names were based on who they had shown themselves to be up until that point. In Mokk's case his flagrant disregard of ork way especially the act of sparing human lives earned him the name Mokk. It was derived from the human term mockery and meant as a permanent insult to the ork. He spent the rest of his time with the tribe in constant ridicule but grew used to the insults. He concluded that ork way was wrong and that his fellow tribesmen were simply ignorant brutes. The day eventually came when the winglys began their invasion of his lands. The human kingdoms were the most powerful force at the time and were for the most part the focus of the wingly attack. Small tribes or settlements of other races like orks were dealt with by slave hunters. Mokk's own tribe fell shortly after one of the human kingdoms was destroyed and he was captured and forced into slavery like many others. He bent to their will only so that he could live to escape in the future. For him a short life of slavery was far better than death.
This is who i am Gruff but friendly and over all quite calm although a little vain about his looks. Mokk has long since concluded that everyone will assume the worst of him and brushes insults off as ignorance. When he get's fighting he can be just as brutal and wild as any other ork out there but he doesn't show the same level of bloodthirstiness.
The one who controls my mind, body and soul Zeraal
