Gorath "The Fang" Vex

Gorath is a mountain of old shell and swagger. His dark olive skin is carved with tribal tattoos that spiral across his limbs and up his thick neck, interrupted only by ridged scars — some from blade, others from claw or spell. His massive shell, pocked and scorched from countless battles, is painted in streaks of crimson and copper, stylized like molten lava cracking through stone. He wears a fur-lined cloak over one shoulder (taken from a winter beast he claims to have headbutted to death) and a leather harness studded with trophies: broken swords, teeth, and the occasional burned dice from Cressari’s gambling halls. His eyes are surprisingly bright — yellow and ever-watchful — and his smile is a crooked mix of wisdom and mischief. He carries a massive glaive, but often leans on it like a walking stick when not in battle.

Gorath is the type to bellow before he whispers. He has the patience of a tortle and the lungs of a tavern bard. He believes every good piece of advice should be shouted across a pit fight so it can be remembered. He speaks in florid metaphors, often referencing the ocean, old spirits, or volcanic gods whose names he may have invented on the spot. While his theatrics are part of his charm, his wisdom runs deep. Behind every bombastic declaration lies a kernel of hard-earned truth.

He laughs loudly (especially at his own jokes), offers unsolicited life lessons to strangers, and insists on full ceremonial introductions every time he meets someone new — even if he met them yesterday. Still, few would mistake him for a clown. When his eyes narrow and the bravado fades, Gorath becomes the tactician, the killer, the hardened warlord with lava in his veins.

As leader of the Molten Fangs, Gorath rules with spectacle and severity. He sees the criminal underworld not just as a place of survival, but a crucible for greatness. He believes in breaking people down to their core so they can rise stronger — if they live. He’s loyal to his own, ruthless to outsiders, and obsessed with stories — collecting tales of betrayal, war, and unlikely survival like treasures. And while many in Cressari mock his flair, few dare to challenge his wisdom... or the bloody trail he’s left beneath the volcano’s glow.