Appearance

Physical Description

Yitoshk stands at a whopping seven foot four, pretty average for a half-orc. He is a well built muscular half-orc male with moss green skin and scars all over his body. Many of the scars on his chest and arms look like splashes and acid burns that come from his many encounters during witch hunts and his humiliation in Nisiar.

Mentality

Personal history

It was a cold, dark night in Wixtul, Dreazar. The village that consisted primarily of Drakelings and Humans had turned in for the night and lit their hearths in preparation for the cold winter breeze that was expected to roll in the next morning. Instead of a peaceful sleep however, the villagers would be roused awake by the fear of an avalanche rolling down the mountains towards them. The sound was unbearably loud, to many of the villagers it was the sound of imminent death. A cold, icy death that would bury their village in one go. Many of the villagers had experienced avalanches before, but this one seemed different. The quaking wasn't quite the same, or so the survivors would say. Something was strange about this avalanche. Many villagers fled to the fields for the night, deciding to brave cold air rather than risking being buried alive. They were the smart ones, what would come for those who stayed behind was worse than an avalanche.
 
In deed, some might say an avalanche would have been a mercy.
 
It was Orcs. Hundreds of Orcs. They rolled in from the mountains to the east. What remained of the villagers was round up, and a multitude of atrocities were committed until the sun rose once more. There was death, mutilation, feasting, but perhaps most important to my story, rape. Among those who would suffer that night were most the women in the village. Some were raped half-dead, some were actually dead. My mother? She was kept alive, supposedly one of the Orc's favorites. Disgusting, really, but that's the world we live in sometimes. Within a couple months most of the villagers who ran would return. What few corpses the orcs didn't devour were buried, half the women in the town were pregnant. Many lacked the resolve to keep on living after learning what was happening inside them. Many of the woman who were raped and still alive would soon find themselves pregnant with orc children, few would allow such a disgrace like that to be born into the world. Many would take their own lives so as to keep their pride, my mother wasn't one of them. For whatever reason my mother kept on living until I finally came out, and what a disgrace I was. Though maybe I was lucky again. My mother could bring herself to dispose of me like all the other Half-Orc abominations in the village. Most were beaten to death as soon as they were born, me? I was abandoned on the road somewhere. I'd like to believe it was a mercy, but I never got the chance to ask her myself.
 
I was picked up by some Auldwyrm merchants. They were disgusted by my appearance of course, but couldn't bring themselves to leave a defenseless baby to the elements. Nobody with a sound mind takes in another mouth to feed. I would be dumped at some orphanage in the Duranday slums. For the first ten or so years of my life it was survival of the fittest. Thankfully I grew up a hell of a lot faster than those ignorant lizards back in the slums. Auldwyrm think so highly of themselves until you beat the patron-loving shit outta them. I'm not going to sit here and tell you I would do it all again, but back then that was just life. I was like the king of the orphanage back then, no kids would dare pick on me or take my gruel. Too bad that I got noticed, or maybe that was another blessing? Regardless the city guard took note of me, and soon I had my first job. Being a city guard wasn't so bad, but being the new guy and all they gave me all the dirty jobs. They treated me like a beast, and gave me jobs fit for a monster. What's worse is I did 'em. I did every job they asked me to do and more. I'd get by this way for a few years before I got tired of it. The corruption of Dreazar is pretty scary, so to save myself and everyone there a little trouble I left. Wasn't much to eat there anyway.
 
You'd think in the Kingdom of Laelon, where manual labor is pretty much everything to them and men rule a man like me that stands over seven feet tall would be considered a valuable asset. You'd be pretty wrong, y'see no matter where you go your race follows you closer than the folds in bonded steel. People don't see the human in me, they only see the other half. The dirty half, my monstrous origins. I wouldn't get hired for anything. Not for simple farm labor, not for back-breaking construction, nothing. There is no "Half Monster" anywhere. You're either a monster in their eyes, or you're not. So I set out to a place that could maybe understand me better. I thought of all the places here, maybe Nisiar the city of knowledge would give me a better shot at life. My first mistake was underestimating that damn desert.
 
The sun was so hot I swear my skin started melting more times than one. I learned hard and fast to travel at night and sleep in the shade during the day. It took me a long time, but I eventually found my way to the great city. It was a sight to behold from the outside, really. Beautiful oasis on the inside of a pretty magic bubble, pretty inspiring. I possessed no magical talent, but I figured I might be able to get a simpler job. Maybe guarding the city gates or something, but I soon realized they even had wizards for that. Learned it the hard way actually, getting blasted by some splash of colored sand and waking up a mile away from the city in the hot desert sun is not ideal. Realized they didn't mean much trouble by it, but when I explained my situation the guards just laughed at me. They scoffed at my inability to learn magic even though I was willing. They called me stupid, a brute, and worst of all a monster. They ensured me that they'd never let something as incompetent as me into the city. Denied a decent life once again, I turned to the only other thing I knew... Dirty work.
 
There were plenty of other refugees in Nisiar, and I was soon picked up by some real bad guys. For the next few years we mugged sorry merchants and travelers of all their wares just to survive. Food and water was the primary target, but any valuables would also be taken. We became such a notorious group that the Nisiars started offering rewards for people who could take us down. It was silly to believe we could get away with a life like that, I hate to admit it was a great time for me. For the first time in awhile I was thriving, but I was living off the labor of others at the expense of their livelihood. Too bad it took far too long to realize it.
 
We'd eventually get caught, bandits always get caught. Was it justice? To an extent, but we did what we did to survive, the Nisiarans made us a problem and decided to deal with it by making our situations even worse. Many of my buddies were killed, I guess I was just lucky. They exiled me from the desert after publicly humiliating me. I was paraded through the streets naked, people were allowed to cast any number of spells on me. It was disgusting how recklessly they did so, though I suppose I deserved it. Before long I was kicked out in rags on the Laelon border again. I'd just avoid Nisiar for awhile.
 
Back in Laelon finding work was hard. I was at least a little well known at this point, so no man in their right mind wanted to hire me. I'd eventually get lucky though, I'd get hired alongside some other outcasts to dispose of some goblin infestations around Urdibury. My fearlessness and ruthlessness must have caught someone's attention, cause next thing I knew I was hired on as a mercenary in one of the year long witch hunts in Laelon. Maybe out of spite of what happened in Nisiarm I found myself excited to kill some mages. This would be the greatest turning point in my life however, and after that year I'd wish I never had to deal with it again.
 
This is also where I'd meet Cybil. Yeah, that Cybil. She wasn't always like she is now, but that's besides the point. For the first time in my life I saw this beautiful woman who didn't treat me like a monster. I don't know what she saw in me, but she was something else. At least at first, she was ambitious, she wanted to change Laelon from the inside through her actions. I found myself believing in this woman, attraction was the only logical step to come. Blessed be my weak heart back then, for whatever reason she saw the same in me. It was good, the first few months. Dirty work, but not anything I wasn't used to, and I believed in Cybil. Maybe that's why I'm the way I am now. I thought that if she made it to the top, things would change. I thought maybe I'd wake up and we wouldn't have to be like this anymore, but you never really get to keep your first love, and my life hasn't ever been that kind of fairy tale. We started to not get along, I started to see what was really happening. She wasn't changing anything, she'd just speak pretty words. Maybe if I just accepted it we would have gotten along well, but as soon as our relationship began it fell apart.
 
For that whole year we massacred village after village of mages. The Inquisition was a sick and twisted joke. At first I was on board, we could change it I thought. Cybil wasn't wrong either, I know people can change, I watched it myself. After eight months I just couldn't take the slaughter anymore. I'd stay for my contract, but after that I was out. On the witch hunt you weren't just expected to kill mages, you had to kill their children too. You had to kill anyone who was even accused of witchery. Most of the time exile wasn't permitted, the mages that surrendered were tied up and burned to death on pikes while still barely alive. It was disgusting really. I knew it was a long-shot, but before I left I asked Cybil to join me. I tried to explain to her that maybe if we left together we could both try to change things in a different way, in our own way. But she didn't join me, so I left. I don't regret leaving, I'll never regret that decision. I only regret that I let her stay there, because from what I heard, she only got worse.
 
I traveled around Laelon doing odd jobs for a few months before I was eventually picked up by the Klif Company. Finally I felt like I belonged somewhere. Kasvaar and his crew have been treating me good this last year, with them I feel as though I've finally been able to clean myself up. I'll never let myself fall into the same depravity ever again, that's something I've just sworn to myself. Though those nights still haunt me to this day.

Failures & Embarrassments

Captured and publicly humiliated in Nisiar in the year 573(Stripped naked and paraded through the streets of Nisiar)

Morality & Philosophy

" If ya never did no bad, you don't deserve no bad. "

person.sexuality

Heterosexual

Known Languages

Acoran Common, Wyrmish, Orcish

Personality

Motivation

Fights to help those in need, wishes to change people's perspective and outlook on life.

Quotes & Catchphrases

" The fuck did you say to me? "
" Wanna say that to my face? "

Social

Birthplace

Wixtul, Dreazar