Gnash is an orc, that was taken as a cub to be trained as a gladiator. He has been plotting his escape for a couple years, and is finally ready to set the plan into action.
Name: Gnash the Brute was the name he was given by his owner
Age: Roughly 19
Build: Gnash stands 7 feet tall, and is very broad and muscular.
Apperance: Gnash's skin is a light gray color, which symbolizes he is the strongest of the orc race. His eyes are black, there's no color at all except the whites of his eyes. Gnash has large, jagged teeth that are tinted yellow.
His arms and chest is huge, and rippled with muscle. Scars litter his entire body, slashes that range in length and depth but all a light gray color that sticks out compared to his normal gray hue.
The only clothing he wears is a pair of loose black pants with a rope tied around his waist to keep them up.
Personality: Gnash is a superior fighter due to being in the arena for majority of his life. He is fierce, intelligent and calculating. He is very curious, and listens to everything that goes on around him. Most species consider orcs to be dull and only good for their strength, which he uses to his advantage.
Back story: Gnash was taken when he was a cub, around the age of 3. He was sold to his master for a very high price, a young orc is always easier to train than a stubborn adult. So many wanted him. His master started his training immediately, under the supervisor of his best fighter. He was known as Brutus, a massive gray orc.
Brutus trained Gnash in every combat style, tactics and strategy. Day in and day out, more knowledge was poured into the young orc. Along with tales of glory from actually fighting in the arena. At first Gnash did not want to train and would try to hide from Brutus... which ended in pain for him every time he was caught. Finally Gnash gave in and started to take his lessons seriously.
When Gnash turned 16 it was finally his chance to fight against someone. It was a one on one battle against a human. His weapon of choice was a single handed sword and 1 throwing knife. He defeated his opponent is a matter of minutes, but he was horrified that he took someone's life. On that day he knew this could not be his life and he had to get out... but until he had a fool proof plan, he had to compete. And win.
Name: Gnash the Brute was the name he was given by his owner
Age: Roughly 19
Build: Gnash stands 7 feet tall, and is very broad and muscular.
Apperance: Gnash's skin is a light gray color, which symbolizes he is the strongest of the orc race. His eyes are black, there's no color at all except the whites of his eyes. Gnash has large, jagged teeth that are tinted yellow.
His arms and chest is huge, and rippled with muscle. Scars litter his entire body, slashes that range in length and depth but all a light gray color that sticks out compared to his normal gray hue.
The only clothing he wears is a pair of loose black pants with a rope tied around his waist to keep them up.
Personality: Gnash is a superior fighter due to being in the arena for majority of his life. He is fierce, intelligent and calculating. He is very curious, and listens to everything that goes on around him. Most species consider orcs to be dull and only good for their strength, which he uses to his advantage.
Back story: Gnash was taken when he was a cub, around the age of 3. He was sold to his master for a very high price, a young orc is always easier to train than a stubborn adult. So many wanted him. His master started his training immediately, under the supervisor of his best fighter. He was known as Brutus, a massive gray orc.
Brutus trained Gnash in every combat style, tactics and strategy. Day in and day out, more knowledge was poured into the young orc. Along with tales of glory from actually fighting in the arena. At first Gnash did not want to train and would try to hide from Brutus... which ended in pain for him every time he was caught. Finally Gnash gave in and started to take his lessons seriously.
When Gnash turned 16 it was finally his chance to fight against someone. It was a one on one battle against a human. His weapon of choice was a single handed sword and 1 throwing knife. He defeated his opponent is a matter of minutes, but he was horrified that he took someone's life. On that day he knew this could not be his life and he had to get out... but until he had a fool proof plan, he had to compete. And win.