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Growing up in Boodka's tribe you learned to hate humans. His tribe was stronger, more fierce, tougher, and smarter...but the human forces had one advantage. Their cussed metal armor. While his tribe entered combat armored only in their anger, the humans waded in with their armor deflecting the blows of his tribes fiercest warriors.
So slowly and secretly Boodka began to collect the pieces of his own set of armor. Finally it was time for the raid. He came out in his full suit of piecemeal armor, proud, and ready to wreak havoc. Clanking, and squealing he entered the ranks...And the laughter began.
The laughing and pointing, and calling him a coward for hiding behind steel. How could they? He pushed and shoved everyone within reach, but the derision only increased. They then began to throw things, mud, clumps of grass, stones anything they could reach, laughing and calling him a coward. Finally their blows drove him to the ground, then to the grasp of unconciousness. And they left him there, sure he was dead.
He awoke with one of the ugly humans standing over him. He hurt all over, but he would at least take his hated enemy with him. He lurched forward, but found that his wounds, and the fact he was shackled kept him from acheiving his goal, and led him to black out again. He awoke once again, and this time decided not to fight, but to regain his strength, and gather his energy for his revenge...but something was not right. Once when they released his hands to eat, he felt his face. It was now mishapen...broken fangs, smashed nose, misssing ear, and worst of all when he felt behind the new patch applied to his eye, he found it missing.
Over time he learned the language of his captors, and in fact came to trust, and actually form bonds with his captors. Finally he bagan to fight alongside them. He was a mercernary. Finally when it came time for all the new fighters to be inducted into the company his pride reached it's peak, until he found out he would never be promoted. "He is an Orc". That is when he left the company. Since then he had been on his own. A man without a country, or a home.
