Takor Guk
An animal. Fighting is all that he will ever know.
Takor Guk (a.k.a. The White Horned Demon)
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Takor is a relatively bulky individual. His grand green scar covered body reaching higher than any normal humanoid warrior.
Body Features
Takors body reaches a total of 7 feet and 10 inches in heigh, which would be about 2 meters and 40 cm. Takors towering height is accompanied by rippling muscles grown big and hard from having fought many battles. His legs seem to be almost made out of a well carved stone.
Staining this magnificent body are dozens, if not hundreds of scars covering his entire Takor all over. Some seem to be fresh while others seem to be as old as the Half-Orc himself. One of the most prominent scars is a large scar coving almost the entire length of his spine seeming to have been created with a enormous weapon. Another scar that seems to have been made a long time ago runs across both achilles tendons in a horizontal line made my a small and nimble weapon. This together with the large crescent shape scar on his chest give his body a look of being older that he actually is.
Facial Features
Stern, strong. That is the feeling what this warriors face emanates.
Takors face is that of a person who has fought many of battles, almost seeming to be made out of stone. Out of the corners of his mouth stick two grand tusks which curve diagonally forward and to the side to avoid blocking his line of sight. The grand tusks end a little above his head. The left tusk of this creature is engraved with symbols and diagrams in a old orcish text. Its translation now lost to time. The only one who truly knows what it means is the wearer of this old tale. His right tusk seems to be entirely devoid of any carving or decorations.
Identifying Characteristics
Takor can be easily identified by his hands. The back of this warriors hands right hand seem to be always covered in a red like substance that no matter what seems to be attached to his hands. although most are to afraid to ask him he once said that the red stop is a marking of the many lives that he ended. The second thing that Takor can be identified by is his Towering height, with which he stands above all others on both the battlefield and the city alike.
Physical quirks
Takors stands mighty and strong among any that surround him. He always stands strait with his back perfectly strait. In the moment that he has to duck to enter a room he stands in a way that always makes him seem powerful and menacing.
The Half-Orc walks in in a way that indicates that he always has a giant weight on his person. His very step shaking the very earth that he stands upon. Every step that he takes making a ringing of metal and steel audible to anyone nearby.
Apparel & Accessories
Takor wears multiple layers of clothing, each of them damage and broken in one way or another. Takor wears at the base layer of him person a brigandine to cover his body from incoming projectiles and to make sure that his skin won't be caught on the chain mail that he wears above it. Above his heavily damaged chain mail armour Takor wears what could be considered travellers garb.
A simple cotton shirt together with wool breeches cover the majority of Takors body. Although both are heavily damaged, having cuts all, show signs of having been repaired and torn multiple times. Around these piece of clothing Takor wears a simple unmarked cloak which he usually wears it the hood up. This makes the huge creature with his long tusks look like a demon spawn with short and simple horns, leading some to call him the White Horned Demon. To finish it all of the Half-Orc of immaculate size wears a Claymore of absurd proportions at his left side. Sieved in a metal scabbard that reveals the hilt of the blade itself whilst hiding the edge, which has bulled over the many battle that this Orc has fought over time. Its colour completely changed to that of rust interwoven with congealed blood.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Takor Guk was born in battle and shall die in battle.
Being the child of the leader of the Crimson Blood Warband Takor was always at war, spurring his men on on the front lines. Day in day out he fought to live another day. Though all his battles he started to notice that his allies continued to flee from battle. The ones who were once fearsome warriors, been reduced no nothing but a pile of cowering flesh with no faith and none believe in. After his Uncle died he realise that his men had lost all moral.
So he left his warband, to search for the true meaning of moral. Which led on the path of becoming a Paladin, joining The Knights of the Blessed. To become an ironclad warrior, a beacon of hope for all.
But when he returned to his once fierce group of combatants he found nothing but a massacre. Parts of his former companions strewn across the now blood soaked grass. Among the pieces of flesh and bone Takor finds what looks like a wanted poster. Ripping it from a dismembered hand Takor looks upon what had caused his warbands demise.
Adventurers needed! A warband of Orcs and bandits have been pillaging these lands for far to long. Put an end to their furry. Payment: 500gp The mayor of --------That was it. Now with no family to call his own he grabbed his trusty rusted greatsword and whispered a few words into his sword before heading out. The smallest sliver of his paladin training and his original remaining to further his goal. To face any who would oppose him and to strike them down those who stand in his way with the anger of a thousand suns. To find this mayor and to find out who massacred his once dear family. So Takor Guk set out as an adventurer, to find the once who killed his warband and to inspire hope to the ones who live in fear.
Gender Identity
Over time Takor has been referred to as many things. Demon, Beast, Monster. Over time he has grown numb to being called a thing instead of a person.
Education
Takor was not educated for much of his life. Only being able to make himself clear in Orcish and even that was with lacking vocabulary. That all that changed when a older man joined the Crimson Blood Warband. This man by the name of Fidi was knowledgeable about a lot of different languages, orcish being one among them. Being happy that he finally had someone else than his uncle to talk to. Takor took al liking to the old man, and over time Fidi stared to learn Takor the common tongue. Of the 2 years that Fidi stayed with the warband he never partook in battle but was always at the backlines taking notes and analyzing the situation. This annoyed many of the warriors but because he had the protection of Takor, none could do anything about it. One day after having taught Takor the Elven tongue the old man disappeared, never to be seen again.
Takors education wouldn't continue until he left the Crimson Blood Warband, until his search for the true meaning of moral. In his search he stumbled upon a building so immaculate in size that it could pierce the heavens if it were any taller. At its gates stood 4 warrior dressed in beautiful shining full plate armour. As he approached the gate, still covered in the blood of his recently fought battle the guards turned around and raised their swords and shields and slowly advanced on the strange Half-Orc. Takor seeing that the blade that he had been using for the last week had now all but rusted. In light frustration he threw the blade over his shoulder and advanced on the knights in front of him. As the opposing sided clashed it was immediately evident which side had the upper hand. That was that of Takor. In his rampage across the battlefield he destroyed one knight after another, taking their swords and shield as he went on to the next one. His rampage came to an abrupt stop as when he was about to annihilate the last of the remaining guards which was now cowering in fear at his feet. The sound of slight rush of air could be heard coming from next to Takors face after which a light thud could be heard in the earth behind him. As Takor turned around he saw the origin of the sound he had heard. A finely made arrow which was sticking out of the ground. As he looked at the directing the arrow came from he saw a young Half-Orc much like himself many years ago standing on the keeps walls with a longbow in his hands. Like two warrior recognizing one another on the battlefield they both walk toward the large moat that separates them. As the drawbridge was lowered the two orc saw each other once again, their faces stern and ready for battle. As both sides charged toward each other, weapons in hand they suddenly stowed away their weapons. Takor throwing his half bend sword into the moat while the other Half-Orc sieved his in his beautifully decorated sieve hanging on his right side. As both came within 5 ft. of each other they put their fists in front of their faces and struck each other strait in the face, the fist of the unnamed Half-Orc coming out faster that that of Takors. As Takor staggered back a few steps he heard the laugh of a familiar voice.
You have become weak old man. Are you sure that you can still keep up? Maybe you should retire.What Takor saw in front of him was someone that he was not expecting to see until he reached Valhalla. In front of him stood a companion who had long left his warband many years ago. His good friend and one of his finest warriors, Shezag Adez. As Takor realized who was standing in front of him he walked towards his kin to lay both hands on his shoulders before burying a knee in Shezags chest. The young Half-Orc not expecting this from his former friend toppled over and fell to the ground. With a short remark Takor said.
Me weak? NEVER. You however still have a lot to learn Iggi (orcish word for a young orc).With those words Shezag rose to his feet and offered Takor to come inside, disregarding the dead and / or frightened knights that litter the keeps perimeter. As both Half-Orcs entered the inner courtyard many of the training guards looked upon them as if they had just seen death himself. Most of them petrified by the aura of menace that Takor seemed to emanate. As they come inside Takors eyes light up in surprise as he sees what is now all around him. Weapons in all shapes and sizes lining every possible surface. Some emanating light while others seemed to be nothing more that weapons of extraordinary craft. One among these tools of war grabbed Takors attention however. A sword, well it would have been more accurate to call it a club stands up against a metal reinforced wall. Its hilt shimering and shining in the light of the several balls of light that seems to move around in the room by themselves. As Shezag noticed Takors interest in the weapon he said the following.
Who knows, maybe if you join us you may be able to claim this weapon for yourself.Takor, enticed by the prospect of acquiring a strong weapon of his own followed Shezag to a conference room where they both sat down to catch up about all that had happened since Shezag left the Crimson Blood War band. The two old friends discussed many thing. From their respective love lives to the state of the Crimson Blood Warband, no topic was left unattended to. But the subject that came up time and time again was the point of Takors quest for knowledge. Shezag insisted on Takor staying at the keep to learn the way he did. So that he may find the knowledge he is looking for. After a long time of debating back and forth Shezag finally got Takor so far as to remain in the keep. Takor agreed with this under a few circumstances. The first of these was that Takor would be taught what he he came here to learn. The secon of these was that Takor was, when his training would be finished, he would be allowed to leave with the weapon that he had laid his eyes upon. After these circumstances were decided Shezag bid Takor farewell and formally welcomed him to the keep, The Knights of the Blessed. In the Knights of the Blessed itself Takor learned how to wield all different types of weapons, shields and different types of armour. His lesson were not limited to only fighting however. A large part of his lessons were also dedicated to the different gods that shaped this world. Most gods were of no interest to Takor whatsoever. However, there was one god that grasped the interest of the middle aged Half-Orc, Helm the god of protection. The Half-Orc paid great attention during any lesson which had Helm as the subject matter while disregarding anything else taught in the lessons surrounding it. During these lessons he learned what he had been looking for, the meaning of moral and how a leader could keep moral high. After these lessons stopped Takor felt that there was no longer a reason for him to stay at The Knights of the blessed. As such he asked the only other Half-Orc in the keep, Shezag Adez, if he could get his weapon now and go as he no longer had any reason to stay. Shezag quite surprised that Takor would leave only one year after joining the keep said that if he wanted the sword he could get it if he managed to defeat the strongest warrior among their ranks, the high commander. Takor not being one to back of from a challenge takes accept without a second thought. Within one week the stage is set for a great battle to come between the newcomer protege Takor Guk and the high commander of the Knights of the Blessed, Ptoum Eackthloop. The fight was quite close. Or at least that is how Ptoum retold the story to his men. The reality of the matter was that he got absolutely destroyed by the combatant who had been fighting from birth. The fight took no longer than 12 seconds in which Ptoum wasn't able to get of a single hit in while Takor pressured him from all angles, exploiting and striking at his weak spots to deliver one crippling blow after another. And so a fight that was hyped up to be a battle to be remembered ended as quickly as it began and with the result that none but Takor and Shezag were expecting. And so reluctantly Ptoum gave the go ahead on giving Takor the sword that he had been longing for ever since he got here. So while the commander left to get his wounds treated Takor looked around to the one who would hand him his weapon. But all that he saw were soldiers, guards, knights who looked away and scattered as he looked at them. The disappointment and resentment clearly shown in their weary eyes, talking among themselves about the trampling of their commanding officer. The only one who remained except from the Half-Orc who hadn't broken a sweat this entire fight was Shezag. Shezag gave Takor a slap on the shoulder to congratulate him on his victory. Takor tossed his longsword, which he had been dual handing so far, to the side to just ask where his sword was. Shezag motioned to the gate he had entered the first time he came into this place. Takor knowing what that meant they walked together to the Room of Implacable Steel in absolute silence. Their eerie silence only occasionally broken up by the sound of other knights walking by which lower their voice as they passed the two Half-Orcs. Upon reaching the Room of Implacable Steel they two pushed open the lacquered wooden doors to reveal the room where Takors final reward awaited. As they both lay eyes upon the weapon Shezag starts to speak.
S: You know, I would have wanted you to stay longer. Why are you leaving? T: I have learned all that I came here to learn and have done everything that needs to be done in this wretched place. S: Oh come on, it isn't that bad. Sure it is a bit rough around the edges but if you lo.... T: THEY SCOWLED AT ME! I, the strongest warrior these stupid humans have ever seen and yet they dare to see me as the enemy. Have you seen how they look at us? Like beasts! Like boars you would hunt in the forest. They disdain us. Why would you even stay here? S: To be honest kin, I don't know. My parents died during the Forest of Arms Raid. I don't know, I wanted to do something different then just killing day in day out. I wanted be something more that that what most humans see us as. Don't you? T: I do not care what humans think of me, as long as they see that I am the strongest warrior that is all I care about.A short and uncomfortable silence fell over the both of them as neither of them wanted to be the first to admit defeat. After a minute had gone by Shezag loudly cracked his knuckles before staring the conversation once more.
S: So Takor, why do you even want this sword? You know it is just a large lump of iron as far as I know. Way to unwieldy for anyone to use T: It is big, it has a lot of mass and has a big range and looking at it it will take a long time to break. S: you know what the blade is called? T: No. S: It is called the "Kuz Shezag" great sword, or the "Kuzzag" claymore. It is said that it was used by the founder of the Knights of the Blessed while clearing away the forest itself. T: All the more reason to take it.With one swell swoop Takor lifted up the heavy blade, his muscles bulging under the weight of the weapon. He quickly sieved the blade in its respective scabbard before attaching it to his leather belt after which the weight seems to disappear almost entirely. After having attached the blade to his belt he turned to his friend to say his final words.
T: You come with me. The warband has been getting pretty big recently and we have been having these crazy parties you wont believe. I demand that they haven't forgotten about me. S: I must refuse, I must stay here. I can' go back to the way things were. You know things will be different right? You have been gone for a year. T: My warband? HAHAHAHAHAHA. They would never change, now for any amount of gold. You will see, the moment I get back they will throw a party so big that even you will be able to hear it. S: I am sure you will. T: Oh we will. Iggi, your choice is stay here then you do so. Live your life the way you want. Fight strong, Shezag.After those final words Takor took of with nothing more than his newly acquired claymore and the chain mail he had been wearing since he got to the Knights of the Blessed. On his way to his to be party and his great group of warriors, his real family. Note that all conversations in this chapter are spoken in Orcish.
Mental Trauma
Takor has a severe case of thanatophobia, also know as the fear to lose someone close to you. Ever since he lost everything he cared about he clung to that last thing that he hadn't lost yet. His companion in arms Theodora. Although he hides it very well during normal circumstances whenever that person is about to die he loses his cool for a moment until that person is out of harms way. It is likely that if this person was to die then Takor would surely mentally brake apart.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Takors goals started out simple. To fight to life another day. But as he grew up all became more complex. Had to worry about his warband, his family.
But all is now not as he has lost nearly all that he held dear. Now he has only one goal. To find out who killed his warband and find the one who was responsible for the ordering this massacre in the first place.
This does not mean that he is a lone wolf however. In his training as a paladin he found the strength in having a companion he can trust. So Takor seeks to inspire the people around him to do battle and to live without fear. In doing so he picked up an companion by the name of Theodora. As the brains and the brawn to fight for their own selfish goals whiles aiding one another with whatever they might face. Over time Takors goal changed to a somewhat less selfish one. To protect here, the one which he trusts with his life and to cling to that one thing what he has al but lost.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
Although not calling himself as such, Takor is a very big weapons nut. He likes giving his companions a lecture about their fighting style and on how to improve. Takor is more than willing to help others with their weapon training as he has virtually mastered all weapons known to him. Whenever he does so he uses his warhorn to let his companions know when the do something wrong.
In contrary to his fast knowledge of battle, Takor is completely inept in the art of stealth. Whenever he does so his many weapon scrape across the ground and his chain armour clings with every move he makes. Furthermore, every step Takor takes is loud and powerful as taught to him by is compatriots many years ago.
Likes & Dislikes
Takor has very distinct like for battle. Battle in all shapes and sizes. A battle of wits, a battle of skill, he is up for all. But his favourite type of battle by far is the one that you fight with your fists. But after all is said and done Takor likes to go for a good drink. After having fought another day Takor enjoys sitting down with Theo and drink a good bottle of mead. Having said that, Takor enjoy the company of the mysterious Human Theo. A companion met more than a year ago is now one of Takors supporting pillars and offers him a light on the pitch black road laid out for him.
Takor however despises people who waist time on meaningless things. He is of the opinion that whenever you make a choice you need to have thought of the answer before you even came to re realization that you needed to make a choice. Takor also dislikes people (and especially Theo) asking him about his grand tusks and what they mean and why his right tusk is not marked.
But all is only to annoy Takor. But if you insult his warriors pride, then you have an enemy for short foreseeable life that you will have. He has over time learned to except that Theo insults him in good fun, but all else who dare to insult his warriors pride will pay in one way or another.
Virtues & Personality perks
Quick on his feet, strong, reliable. Those would be the fits words that come to mind when describing Takor. His overwhelming knowledge of both the battlefield and abilities of both his allies and foes alike make him a valuable tactical asset. Takor is also not afraid of charging in head first to protect the one important to him. He also has the innate desire to help the ones in need, as long as the serve to further his or Theos goal.
Vices & Personality flaws
Overreliance. Over the last year Takor has been relying more and more on the judgment of Theo. Letting her make more and more of the tactical decisions in a subconscious effort to make sure that she will stick around. One of Takors biggest flaws are those of his inner rage. Most often trigged by his desire to kill all that lies before him and reaching unimaginable heights when he sees Theo go down in battle. This rage is not only limited to battle however. If anyone dare to insult either Theo or Takors warriors pride he is not afraid to brake the one who spoke those discussing words jaw, no matter what the consequence might be.
Personality Quirks
Whenever Takor enters battle he tries to grab his warhorn as quickly as possible so that can blow it to let all allies and enemies know that they are there ad that their doom in imminent.
Takor also has a weird speaking pattern in the common tongue. He skips over some words and avoids the words like "sorry" and "please" entirely. This is because although he knows the common tongue those words do no exist in his native tongue, the Orcish language.
Hygiene
Takor is no clean freak. On the contrary even. After having fought so many battles he has stopped caring about how he looks like on the outside. The only things he cares about is that what he wears and wields works in the way they were intended to. This however does not translate to his dental hygiene, as his teeth are near perfectly white and devoid of any food leftovers. To achieve this Takor most oftenly uses a dagger, sometimes one of Theos to clean his teeth and to make sure that no bacteria remain in his mouth.
Alignment
Chaotic Good
Species
Half-Orc
Year of Birth
1360 Aqua
-1310 Years old
Circumstances of Birth
Takor was born on the battle field. He was cut out of this mother after having fought the enemy to the death.
Birthplace
Named by his warband as The Field of Sorrow
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Dark green
Hair
A mohawk bound in a bun
Height
7’10" ft. or 2.34 m
Weight
186 lb. or 84 kg
Quotes & Catchphrases
"I will be back."
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Character Prototype
The only actor who would have the proper muscle mass to portray this hulking beast of a man would be Dwane the Rock Jonson. His overall personality also overlaps perfectly with the rock. Being stoic and strong at a fist glans and be able crush your skull with a thought. But if you get to know him better he is a really nice guy.
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