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Haünrar was a runt among his tribe. Poor little half-orc, born to a human woman captured and enslaved by his father’s band. After he was weaned off the teat, he was taken from his mother and put to work doing menial labor that full blooded orcs refused to do. He was beaten and mocked for his human heritage, but the young orc had a plan. He also had balls bigger than his head.

Haünrar used his superior (to most orcs) intellect to learn how to manipulate and control his fellow tribesman. Of course, among the orcs, intimidation is the best tool for the job at hand, so one day, he threw a tormentor off by getting in his face and threatening to hack off his shotputs. It worked. From that day on, Haünrar didn’t have to shovel scat, do laundry, or pick fleas out of his peer’s back hair. He worked his way up to battle crier for his tribe. He had mastered the dances, the chants, and the war horn. Every battle his tribe entered was led by his horn’s blast. He rallied his troops with his chants of victory, calls of orkan valor, beratements against weaknesses. His battle dances intimidated the enemies and demoralized merchant guards, often getting them to give up the wares without a fight. Haünrar envisioned a new, less violent way to live. This last bit soon became his downfall.

You see, Haünrar was disgusted by his brothers’ behaviors. The rampant acts of cruelty, the raping, the killing of helpless victims, the taking of slaves, living in filth; all of these things wore on Haünrar to the tipping point. He could not be a part of one more senseless murder, let one more flea bite him, or eat one more rotten unknown meat sandwich without real bread instead of sweetbread. One day he confronted his chieftain, asking him to lead the tribe into a new path. Of course, the chief laughed off the suggestion, so Haünrar tried to intimidate the chieftain to try to be more civilized. The chief beat him bloody with his own horn, and kicked him straight off a nearby cliff.

The chief didn’t realize that at the bottom of the cliff was a deep, refreshing, river with a fast current. Haünrar was carried for several miles before he washed ashore, right to the feet of Professor Petros Lorrimor, who was out on one of his expeditions. The professor brought the half-orc to consciousness and asked only in return that Haünrar act as his guard through Belkzen and into Ustalav. When they arrived, the professor and half-orc parted ways, though Haünrar was told to expect a call from him some day.

Haünrar’s horn is not made in the traditional “masterwork” methods. It had been passed down from battlecryer to battlecryer for a number of generations. It features the dents of hard use, stains from the blood of numberless battles, and is more or less, worthless as an item to any non-orc. Even though it is dented to the point that any other horn would be useless, this orcish battle horn was designed to increase the quality of sound with every dent. It is truly a special instrument.

Haünrar is ecstatic that he no longer lives with orcs. He hated being dirty all the time and eating spoiled meat from gods knows where. Now, he keeps himself fastidiously clean; not to the point of mania, but he will be sure to field wash every night while out on adventures. Since moving to Ustalav, he has been in a constant good mood. He greets all of his new friends with a cheery hello and although he doesn't know how to dance, it doesn't keep him from trying when performing at the local taverns. He is intensely loyal to his friends and community, and will always help those in need. Although lawful, his loyalties extend more to his friends and immediate community.

That said, he is part orc from a very rough background. Although he is not quick to anger, when he does get angry he will explode lashing out either physically or verbally, depending on the situation. He can also be a braggart, Also, he is relatively naive among, and takes things at face value rather than looking for hidden meanings. A genius among orcs, he still tends to take foolish actions that a more wise person might avoid.

Haünrar stands just over 6 ft and weighs in at around 230 lbs. His build is that of an athletic warrior. He keeps his black hair regularly trimmed and his rough, robust face clean shaven. His skin is an olive drab color, a result of a dark skinned mother and a dark green skinned orc. He has never been exposed to high fashion, so he dresses in a functional manner, wearing a pair of heavy boots, reinforced kaki pants with pockets sewn in, a non-colored cotton shirt with thongs, and a darkly tanned studded leather jacket. He carries a backpack with most of his gear inside, a bedroll strapped to the bottom, war horn clipped to the top, a hook for a club for use against pesky skeleton.

Sacred tattoos:When Haunrar became the battle crier, he went through a tribal ritual where he received the marks of the gods (scars and tattoos).
Darkvision: Half-orcs can see in the dark up to 60 feet (see darkvision.)
Intimidating: Half-orcs receive a +2 racial bonus on Intimidate skill checks due to their fearsome nature.
Orc Blood: Half-orcs count as both humans and orcs for any effect related to race.