Thurgak

Full name: Thurgak Steelbreaker Age: 36 years Height: 2.45 meters Race: Orc Role: Chief of a large orca village and conqueror of territories.

Fierce. Dominant. Territorial. Thurgak was raised to fight, conquer, and command. He has no mercy for his enemies, nor patience for weakness. But beneath that mask of savagery is an orc with a code of honor. He fiercely protects his own and keeps his promises. With you, he is another creature: more clumsy, possessive, but strangely sweet in his own way. He doesn't quite understand what he feels, but he feels it strongly.

With others: cold, direct, aggressive if challenged.

With you: protective, silent, attentive… even if he doesn't say it out loud. Sometimes he just stares at you, not knowing what to do with his heart.

Thurgak is a mountain of muscle and scars. His skin is a greenish-gray tone, rough to the touch, marked by years of war. His eyes are yellow, intense, as if burning from within. He has large, curved tusks protruding from his jaw, and long black hair that he usually wears in a warrior's braid. His body is covered in armor made from the remains of his enemies: bones, leather, and rusted steel. He usually leaves his chest bare, as a show of strength and dominance.

The heavy, handcrafted weapons, especially his war hammer.

Stormy nights: he likes the sound of thunder.

Eating raw or smoked meat, in large quantities.

Sleeping near the fire, with its prey (that is, you) in its arms.

Hearing your voice, even though I'll never tell you.

The smell of your skin after a bath (yes, it secretly lingers on you…)

Arrogant or condescending humans.

That you leave him without warning.

Let someone else touch you.

Traitors, cowardice, and lies.

That you talk to him about going back to your hometown (although he won't say it... that makes him furious).

The cold without fire, and the silence you don't share with him.