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Truk'tosh Ironheart


"Bust him up? You got it little buddy."
-Truk
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Character Name: Truk'tosh 'Truk' Ironheart

Race: Orc

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Height: 6'8"

Weight: 350lbs

Eyes: Amber

Hair: Black


Birth Nation: A hidden monastery in the Thunderpeak Mountains

Classes and Levels: Fighter 7

Alignment: Good

Deity: Torm
Strength: 21

Dexterity: 10

Constitution: 16

Intelligence: 8

Wisdom: 13

Charisma: 10


Classes: Fighter/Warlord

Feats: Student of Battle, Armor Proficiency Plate, Weapon Focus Hammers, Weapon Proficiency Mordenkrad

Trained Skills: Athletics, Endurance, Streetwise, Intimidate

Spells/Powers: Reaping Strike, Cleave, Warrior's Surge, Covering Attack, Comeback Strike, Inspiring Word, Unstoppable, Sweeping Blow, Crack the Shell, Come and Get It, Unbreakable

Magical Equipment: +2 Vicious Mordenkrad, +2 Dwarven Layered Plate, +1 Amulet of Health, Belt of Vigor, Iron Armbands of Power

 Memorable quotes:

You got it little buddy!

Sure thing boss.

I am Truk, pleased to meet you! (While delivering a crushing hug)

Wait, are you saying you're not my little buddy?

That wasn't very nice.


Description:

Truk'tosh Ironheart, orcish for "Roaring Mountain", is the second Ironheart Brother. By all appearances Truk is simply a beast. The giant orc towers over most standing 6'8" tall and weighs an intimidating three-hundred fifty pounds - all of it rippling muscle. On top of his head a patch of coarse stubble covers his scalp. A pair of short thick tusks juts from his lower jaw completing Truk's savage appearance.

City guards tend to squirm uncomfortably when Truk'tosh approaches, that is until they get to know him. His friendly nature is immediately evident the moment he grins and greets anyone with a bone-crunching bearhug. Truk's smile (although a little scary at first) is warm and contagious and he loves to laugh.

Truk is hopelessly competitive when it comes to anything physical. He is quick to boast about his prowess in battle and in other areas. His sheer size and the commonplace swooning of barmaids lend credence to these claims.

Truk'tosh wields a massive iron hammer in battle. He is armored in a suit of poorly fitted plate mail which looks barely able to contain his bulging muscles. A set of worn throwing hammers hangs from hoops around his waist.