Name: Urgarox Redskin
Age: Unknown
Sexuality: Straight
Gender: Male
Aliases: Blood-thirsty Behemoth; Urgarox, the Defiler; Urgarox, the Blood-thirsty; Vermilion Wrath; Bloodcurdling Beast;
City of Origin: Unknown
Date of Birth: Unknown
Occupations: Gladiator
Height: 8'2"
Weight: 771 pounds
Affiliations: N/A
Enemies: N/A
"Some Orcs are born with red skin, those master the most quaint and extraordinary magic, controlling fire. Yet, albeit he portrays a vermilion peel, Urgarox is no Fire Skin. No, he is Cholera itself." - Elder Orc
Emerging from the relationship of two mighty warriors, Urgarox was insulated since his childhood. The red skin was, at first, something to be proud of, his parents vehemently believed their son would convert into one of the outstanding Fire Skins. A pure thought, which collapsed as soon as a petite Urgarox demonstrated his lack of fire related abilities. Labeled as different, he arose a brutish warrior, mostly alone due to being raised separately. Always a motive for uttermost pranks and ceaseless laughter.
At his adolescence, neither of his parents seemed to care, yet, unlike any orthodox child, Urgarox also did not demonstrate any signs of sentiments for anyone. The sickness was named Cholera, mostly because the vermilion Orc could not feel anything but wrath. An ire that built up steel-like muscles, a flawless health and marvelous might promptly. A veracious berseker and enviable champion.
"When the Elven troops knocked on our door, claiming our land as theirs. When the Orcs were desperate, yelling for aid. Only then I knew my revenge was fulfilled, and I just gave my back." - Urgarox about the enslavement of his people
Permitting to be enslaved along with those of his kind, Urgarox barely appeared in combat, performing a cruel revenge. All of them laughed and threw pointy stone that dug deep into his skin. The sore of those days took him to an irate path, and, from this trill he roamed, he gained power. As he watched the decimation, he could not contain a sadistic smile and sinister laughter. Despite finding the Orcs' slavery delightful, he is no friend of elfs too. As once he stated: "My sole ally for life is my rage. I need no one else. The others feel and it makes them weak, merciful. Disgusting, putrid beings. Crawling to defeat."
He can be seen at the arenas, brawling and eliminating other Greenskins at colossal clashes on a coliseum. He enjoys what he does and lives as he wishes, alone whilst out of the arena, bathing on blood while at it. The thorough life to an obnoxious being, named Urgarox Redskin.
"Wrath gives me power and takes my mind for it. Nothing I cannot ignore. Once immersed on a sea of blood, it is impracticable to escape the Berseker." - Urgarox, the Defiler on his unorthodox strength.
An adept to war and war only, Urgarox is renowned for causing carnage. A reckless opponent, swinging a giant warhammer with rather ease, the carmine-skinned Orc is an owner of an outstanding raw power, unsettling any steady foe by demonstrating it.
- Berseker Strength - A superhuman strength, even greater than those of average Orcs and even legendary ones. He is able to hurl boulders as if they were nothing. Crack bones swimmingly.
- Berseker Healing - His endless wrath renders him a perfect healing, curing the most odd and profound wounds.
- Berseker Endurance - Along with the Orcs' natural tough skin, the Cholera amplifies Urgarox's durability, making him withstand puissant blows and even magic assaults longer than expected.
Other properties are to be unveiled......
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