Grogash Wardrum, the Gentleman Orc

This exceptionally giant, violent, and at the same time incredibly sophisticated specimen of the Orc race is a case of “don’t judge a book by it’s cover”, or in this case; “don’t judge an Orc by it’s Axe”. First meeting Grogash will be intimidating for most people, but after conversing with the rare red, 3m tall orc you find a sophistication comparable, and even surpassing, that of human nobility.
The Gentleman Orc, as he’s been called, initially wears the demeanor of a cold hearted motherfucker who would butcher you as soon as shake your hand, but to those inclined to friendliness and converse will find a friend in Grogash. This does in no way mean he doesn’t enjoy a rowdy bar fight, or a kill-or-be-killed fight with a dragon, just that he is more inclined to sit quietly and actually listen to others at a dinner party, diplomacy gatherings or war councils, more than the average orc.
As orcs as a race don’t really have a culture of their own, unless you consider smashing, stabbing, killing, looting, pillaging and being a dick culture, then yes, it’s the best. Nor do they have a home base of their own, like the elves’ forests, the human cities etc, but orcs have been associated with the forests and hilly plains right next the northwest shoreline of the Diamond Sea, the Bloodlitter Crook. And while Grogash was born in that area, he feels no obligation to it, and traveled the world searching for his physical combat match, as well as culture, art and language, for he is, if nothing else, and would abandon every other profession if he had to choose, a gentleman.
There has been hearing rumours of orc war parties gathering there for months now. Not assuming anything, but, might be worth looking into later...