Zar'Roc Azmodias

Born into a nomadic orc tribe known as the Corthu, Zar's mother was an orc, and his father was a human, a thief who paid for protection by the tribe to avoid the bounty hunters that had been sent after him. Zar did not know his father's identity as he left his mother after birth. He heard the tales of his father's exploits from his mother while growing up, leading Zar down a troubled road. Taking after his father, Zar left the tribe heading into the cities.
In the cities, Zar quickly gained the skills to be a successful thief he quickly gained notoriety for being careless. He took risks and left his posts whole working jobs. deciding that he was destined for more, Zar left the city to join a mercenary band, taking a job as a scout. They would work for towns and smaller settlements, offering protection from bandits and marauders. Growing bored with life as a mercenary, he again fell into the shadow of his father's footsteps.
Hearing a tale of a healer traveling towards the Devil's Backbone accompanied by a bodyguard wielding a legendary sword. This presented an opportunity for Zar to set himself apart from his father and other common thieves. However, it instead led him to an entirely different life. A life of glory, servitude, and war.

Death & Emergence as a Bloodline

~ Author Unknown ~ 
Zar continues to fight off the trolls, each claw and sword strike taking its toll upon his body. By now, the stubborn half-orc stood merely out of spite toward the trolls. Zar hadn't noticed it yet due to the adrenaline and mist of battle, but a troll's swing had ripped out a sizeable chunk from his side. Bloodied and marred, Zar swung the chains catching a troll by its neck, trapping it in place as a hail of flaming arrows thudded into the creature's back. As the troll fell melting away, Zar fell to his knees, exhausted. A thundering roar shook the cavern where the fort stood, the Orcs were free.

Sitting back, Zar sat upon the bones of the trolls that he had felled, almost appearing as though he was sitting upon a throne.

Blood-stained and caked in mud, Zar closed his eye. He had lived a full and adventurous life. He made many friends and was glad for the time he had with them. As the cold settled in, Zar accepted his fate. Letting his mind enter the void, the silence that followed was deafening. It was as if Death himself even stopped to mourn the loss of Zar'roc Azmodias.

Life

24 AoA 13 AoA 37 years old

Place of Death

Devil's Backbone Mountain

Gender

Male

Eyes

Brown

Hair

Short Black Hair

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Greyish Tan