| Full Name |
Gregor Saltblood |
| Race |
Half-orc |
| Classes/Levels |
Medium 1 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
medium |
| Age |
26 |
| Special Abilities |
Spirit, Knacks |
| Alignment |
CN |
| Deity |
Besmara |
| Location |
The Shackles |
| Languages |
Common, Orc |
| Strength |
19 |
| Dexterity |
12 |
| Constitution |
15 |
| Intelligence |
8 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
10 |
About Gregor Saltblood
A lowly dockworker in the wrong place at the wrong time, being the unfortunate target of a bunch of especially bigoted townsfolk.
When one of these scuffles was about to land 50 feet deep in salt water, his hand shot out, grasping his would be attacker before his vision blacked out
The town was full of noise, 'How can all 6 of them disappear just like that?'. Of course they couldnt find anything, they were at the bottom of the sea, and the perpetrator finally had someone on his side.
'The Saltblood name used to mean something, your going to make all those fools remember, take off from here and head to the Shackles m'boy, it is time to claim your heritage'
Gregor is distrustful but a true friend to those that earn his trust. He is utterly ruthless to those that attack or betray him, he has a softspot for half-orcs due to his experience with racism. He also possesses an uncommon cunning due to being an outcast in his fromer community.
In battle, gregor brandishes a greataxe, preferring to use power attack to finish a fight quickly, when aside friends he wil interpose himself between them and the enemy to block charge lanes.
Gregor is a stereotypical half-orc : large, gruff but grey skinned.
He prefers loose clothing and light armor and at the urging of his ancestor, collects bones of his fallen enemies as charms.
