Name: Dhaak Goreknuckle
Class: Barbarian 5/Fighter 4/Reaping Mauler 3
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Background: Dhaak grew up among an orc tribe, though she was constantly looked down upon and belittled for only being a "half-blud." But when she was about ten or so, something snapped. Tired of being pushed around, she grabbed a nearby sword and threatened the other young orcs with it, determined to prove that even if she was "tainted" that she could still amount to something useful within the tribe. But the elders quickly stepped in, since no female orc was allowed to be a warrior, and thus, were not even allowed to handle the weapons of the tribe.
This didn't stop Dhaak, however. If they wouldn't let her fight with weapons, she'd learn to go without. So she trained herself. After many years of practice in secret, she brought her skills to those in charge, hoping to impress them. But Dhaak was in for a rude awakening. They were outraged. They claimed that Dhaak did not know her place within the tribe. She was given the choice of conforming, or being exiled. Dhaak knew she couldn't just sit around and be the good little den mother to the next generation, so she left.
But what is there for a Half-Orc out in the real world? Many feared her, just for what she was. Finding her way was tough, but, if people were going to react to her with fear, then she might as well put it to good use. So that is how she became a mercenary, and over time, her somewhat unorthodox technique helped to build up her reputation. As the reputation spread, she soon got offered a job that seemed almost too good to be true. It seemed easy enough. Just meet someone at a certain place in time. When she got there, however, there was this blinding light. Next thing she knew, she is fighting for her life in the arena. Ah well, killing is what she is good at. Might as well get down to business.
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