Name: Davor Turvok
Concept in a sentence: A half orc runt that lack physical strength but harbors a rare power amongst his kind.
Brief background (or more, if you like): Davor was unfortunate through out much of his life, which began even when he was born. For unlike many of his fellow half orc he did not have the kind of intense physical stature that was so familiar with half orcs, robbing him of one of the few advantages they had. He was a runt, born puny and with weak muscles, ill suited for the rough life ahead of him. His mother was a victim of intense rape from a war band of orcs. Perhaps she never could love him as a son, for he looked like the dreaded war band that took her body as a toy. He grew in a orphanage of Pelor and was quickly forgotten about.
Whilst most half orcs had the luxury of being big, strong and very intimidating, Davor had nothing of the sorts and as such was the victim of many pranks from the bigger children due to his mixed blood. Many a night he kept wishing for anything to help him with such dark times. Perhaps it was not by coincidence that as he grew his jaw grew straight and whilst his teeth were mostly fangs, his skin smoothed to a hue of white and his eyes had a tint of emerald to those green pupils, a lasting gift from his mother. He had become quite decent looking though it didn't stop the teasings it made it slightly more bearable that a few glances from the girls came his way from the budding growth.
All the same his true nature would manifest itself when at age fourteen he had tried to woo a young girl who sang at the choir and for the moment all seemed well until her secret admirer was discovered to be a half orc and the children were quite merciless towards him and the choir girl. Seeing this he tried to intervene and recieved a bare fisted beatdown for his trouble. The boys were intent on taking a bit more from the choir girl in the form of her body, akin to the orc savages he was heir to. However it was then in Davor's anger that his true powers manifested as a streak of magical energy struck one of tormentors from behind. With that one act of instinct, Davor had saved his crush from being molested, however changed his life forever.
He could have stayed perhaps but that would have been folly, the priests would never have understood how a half orc could have channeled magic. They would have perhaps branded him a warlock or such and tried to kill him. Fearing such a fate he fled with what little possessions and savings he could have made, he struck out on his own. The world didn't seem so scary anymore now that he felt properly armed with his magic. He became an adventurer by need and not by choice for what else could someone like him be good for? He didn't belong but also what good is power if he doesn't use it.
Often he would find himself visiting whore houses and the like of prestige upon the few successful ventures he was on. It was here he would find a better knack for the skills of physical pleasure though for him it was ore of recreation then a sheer want to break into the business. As he grew in power one of his ventures took a surprising turn when he came across a pair of bracers that were of gold with a silver trim and draconic leather. Betting the opposing member of his party whom wanted it that he could pleasure a woman better, was how he came to claim it as his own. But before even that he had to risk life and limb for it having to pelt a lizard man shaman with his magics to prevent him from intervening in the fight to clear out a ruined temple of Pelor.
Along this adventure came a second spoil though this one was a bit more easier to get dibs on for it was a potion that could cure wounds without the need of a cleric or the like. Which for him could be a lifesaver in of itself. he found it after dealing with a batch of spiders. It was taken with no regrets after coming up with the smart solution to burn the webs' upsetting the spiders and drawing them into the tunnels to choke them and finish them off. It was quite a good day to be the brains of the outfit during this time.
However his tale took a drastic turn when he heard of perhaps untold opportunity and wealth in the tavern rumors of a diamond mind within the recently established city of Quizna. Regardless of rumor or not it was still a budding town and an intrepid adventurer with enough wit and skill as he could probably make a decent fortune there. The lure of fortune and perhaps innocent damsels or not so innocent ones and the potential to reap the good life were what called him forth. His first act once there would be to secure a place for himself and then to investigate a few rumors surrounding this place. People needed things handled and outsiders were a perfect way to manage such a task.
Personality: Davor is jaded during his youth, constantly of the impression that nothing is given to you for free and everything must be earned however you can manage. He is very ruthless with his enemies only staying his hand when they surrender and even then taking no chances. He does nothing to sway others notions that he is a savage beast and play on others fears greatly with harsh orc tongue when he needs to make on cower.
He is very practical in combat often going straight for the kill in most circumstances or allowing others to handle their jobs. Due to his natural profession, death rarely phases him but he has trouble warming up to a person because of it. And also because he is of the mindset people are only looking out for themselves. Despite all this he will go out of his way to help someone whom asks of it should they be sincere. Those who earn his trust find a very stern and loyal ally.
To a lover he is exceedingly gentle especially with his mouth knowing how it can sting a person so well with the mouth of fangs he naturally has. All the same he prefers taking his time and warming a woman up to the point where she writhes with desire seeking his length for that final release. He is also quite careful with a lover making sure that they harbor no surprises for the morning which is why he only pays for the best and reputable concubines and harlots. Few bed with him willingly without the concept of money behind it and he does not force the issue. If one seeks him out he would not turn it away.
Appearance: White skinned which is quite rare amongst half orcs, one could wonder why this was. Truth be told even Davor does not know of this reason and honestly does not care. His teeth are mostly pronounced with fangs only adding to his naturally imposing form. His hair was short and only ends at the start of the neck. Jet black in hue it curled slightly in its natural state. Sharp green eyes with an emerald tint peer out from his face. Often preferring dark robes to help add to such a fearsome manner as well preferring midnight blue.
When one disrobes him one sees the slightly average build he has. Few muscles are developed and he is slightly hairless however he is still thin and limber due to his life as an adventurer. He only stands at five feet, six inches in height however his natural endowments still remain strong for a half orc as his length was seven inches long and two and a half inches wide. Considerably wide for a human though one could argue that most half orcs are bigger in comparison. The hairs are trimmed showing proper hygiene showing more civil nature in this regard then most.