Ghorbash and Sharog

[Sharog and Ghorbash]

GHORBASH and SHAROG

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THE BASICS:

Name:
Orc: Ghorbash
Warg: Known to as Sharog by the orcs and wargs, and The Lady Warg by everyone else.

Age:
Ghorbash: 43
Sharog: Equivilent of 30

Gender:
Ghorbash: Male
Sharog: Female

Race:
Ghorbash: Goblin
Sharog: Warg

Birthplace: The Misty Mountains

Current Location: The Misty Mountins

Weapon(s):
Ghorbash: Orc Scimitar. (The way a warg runs does not allow their riders to use spears or arrows, which would be very effective on warg-back.)
Sharog: Claws, huge jaws 3 feet long, size.

APPEARANCES:

Facial Appearance:
Ghorbash: He has a flat face, with a "hooked nose". His eyes are large, and colored brown. Ghorbash's face, like that of many goblins, is also wrinkled. He also has small fangs, and no hair.
Sharog: Her face is more wolf-like than that of most wargs, though her muzzle is stout with muscle and huge teeth stick out of her mouth. Sharog's eyes are a terrifying gold, and shine with terror-inducing light. Her muzzle is a light grey color like her underbelly and chest.

Build:
Ghorbash: He is thin and tall for a goblin, yet Ghorbash is also well muscled.
Sharog: She is MASSIVE for a female warg, which are usually only two-thirds the size of males, and is easy to mistake for a male in this respect.

Distinguishing Marks:
Ghorbash: He has a long scar down his arm, and as a warg rider he has had his fair share of warg-bites.
Sharog: She has several scars, both from other wargs and from enemies. For special occasions, she wears red war-paint(blood).

Face Claim: N/A

A LITTLE MORE IN-DEPTH:

Personality:
Ghorbash: He is sneaky, he is sly, he is selfish, just like any good goblin. Ghorbash is a brute, to say the least, nasty and mean to all. He's the kind of person who would sell you for a cake of cram... except for Sharog. Ghorash cares deeply for his warg, who has saved his life more than once. They know eachother so well that they can talk with the slightest of gestures, following the true spirit of warg riders. Together they have slain many Men, dwarves, whoever dares invade the Misty Mountains. Ghorbash, as the leader of the warg riders, is in charge of making sure no outsiders get near their mountain home, and he takes this job as seriously as a goblin can take anything (not very seriously). Indeed, just as any goblin, he has a sense of humor, taunting his enemies as he slashes them from warg-back. Ghorbash is just what he looks like, a goblin.

Traits:
Easy-going: He doesn't care much about... anything. If his troop starts slacking off, he'll join him instead of punishing them. Ghorbash is just really laid back, life is a party to him.
Blood Thirsty: Ghorbash loves killing... a little too much. He often goes out looking for trouble.
Defiant: Ghorbash hates authority, and will always rebel whenever he can.
Flamboyant: He considers himself somewhat of a "ladies man".
Cunning: Ghorbash is great at coming up with battle plans, usually featuring the warg's amaing stealth.

Sharog: She is a ruthless, evil creature. Sharog has never had any mercy for anyone, and proves to be a tough chieftess for the wargs of the Misty Mountain. Really, there isn't an ounce of sweetness in her. The only one she is pleasant to is Ghorbash, but that is only because he proved himself worthy of her respect. He is certainly not her master, she could easily bite him in half, but she allows him to ride her into battle. It is an odd relationship that goblins and wargs have, for neither lead each other. Unlike her rider, Sharog is quite serious and doesn't especially care for jokes.

Trait:
Hotheaded: It isn't hard to earn the wrath of Sharog. She has gone so far as killing one of her wargs for disobedience.
Intelligent: All wargs are intelligent to some degree, but Sharog smarter than most. She has to be, as chieftess her duties require it.
Stealth: All wargs are stealthy, allowing them to circle their enemies and maul them without warning.

Serious: Sharog cannot stand jokes or ridiculous situations.

History:
Ghorbash: Ghorbash grew up in the Misty Mountains, and for most of his life he was considered an excellent specimen. Tall, lean, obedient, the perfect goblin soldier. In fact, he was so good that eventually he was promoted to the King's Guard. It was the life, the only goblin that he had to answer to was the king, and he got free access to the kitchens. The only problem was the king, who treated them all like dirt. Ghorbash came to hate the king quickly, and his once obedient nature was deteriorating. Eventually, he stopped obeying the king altogether and instead mocked him constantly. The king was always trying to find an excuse to get rid of Ghorbash, but the other goblins wouldn't hear of it; they idolized Ghorbash for rebelling and do so themselves should he be killed by the king.
Eventually, the king came up with a plan; he would send Ghorbash to open relations with the wargs, who at the time had nothing to do with this particular goblin tribe. Now, to walk up to a pack of wild wargs and say hi is suicide, especially since poor Ghorbash wouldn't be allowed to bring any weapons to "show the wargs we mean no harm". Ghorbash was well aware of this, but there was no escape; the king had made sure of that. Ghorbash would have an escort of some of those few who felt much the same about him as the king did. They made sure Ghorbash was near the pack, and stood watch to be sure that he didn't go running off. So, he was forced to go to the pack. He was quite lucky, for the first warg he met was Sharog, the chieftess of this particular pack. She didn't like to kill her prey immediately, instead preferring to interrogate trespassers before she had them for dinner. Quickly, the two were talking of the relations of the tribes and eventually it was decided that there would be an alliance. The king, who was not at all happy with the news of Ghorbash's survival, appointed him captain of the warg riders in the hopes that he'd be eaten by his mount.
Sharog: She is an odd creature by all means, a warg chieftess! Female wargs are particularly submissive, and weak. But, she was different. Sharog is as big as a male, and just as or more aggressive. Quickly, she proved to be quite the ambitious pup as she began to lead her siblings as her own pack and leading attacks on the adults. As she grew, her aggressive personality stuck, and she never became one of those females who simply laid around camp all day. She hunted, she fought, and rose quickly through the ranks by challenging all in her way. By and by, Sharog caught the eye of the current chieftain. He tried his best to court her, but he simply never caught her interest. Still, he kept doing her little favors and pestering her. Sharog was annoyed by him, and decided that she either had to accept him or beat him into submission. Many had tried to gain the title of chief and failed, but somehow Sharog vanquished him. She became the new chief, and though it took a little time to "convince" her subjects that she could actually do the job. Life was good, and Sharog spent her days leading raids on the woodsmen or eating trespassers. Then came the day she met Ghorbash, he was one of those little orcs that occasionally came into her forest. Sharog knew much of their language, and liked to learn of the news of the mountains from them before enjoying a nice goblin-flay. Ghorbash quickly explained to her that his tribe wanted to have an alliance, and eventually Sharog agreed. They became friends(somewhat), so once all diplomacy were finished, he became her rider.
Roleplay Sample:
(I know that them being two characters I'd be roleplaying at once that you may wish to see a post with them, but I'm feeling particularly lazy at the moment. All you have to know is text narrating Sharog will be blue, and text narrating Ghorbash will be green. If you must have a preview post of them, go ahead and PM me and I'll write one up.)

Post wherein Viper, my roadrunner, teases a leopard gecko.
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Viper stalked around her mighty forest, surveying every movement and every rustle in the brush. Well... it wasn't that mighty... only a small pond with a few trees growing around it. But it was hers. ALL HERS. This was her hunting ground, here she attacked bugs and lizards of all sorts. Lizards... pfft! Dumb little bald mice, that's what she always said. But man, were they delicious! Viper wasn't hunting on this particular trip, though, she was looking for fun. Any little animal was easy to scare, and if you do it right you can trap them and have all the fun you want with em. They can be your little pets, or prisoners, and you can eat them at your leisure. Once she tried trapping a lizard on a cactus, but it just jumped off and died... So now she just chases em down holes. Her keen eyes flicked back and forth, searching for victims.

Ah! A speckle of white and black against the sand. This was a gecko! Delicious lizards, a little big but fun all the same. She crept up behind, got low to the ground, spread her wings, and fanned her tail up above her to make her look four times her size. Then, "SKKRAAAAWWRRK!!!" She screamed right behind the lizard, hoping to scare the shit out of it. Viper jumped out in front of it, and pecked nearby its tail. Playing with lizards was fun, she was much faster than them and was always one step ahead. Viper learned this game long ago, when her mother and father brought dismembered and disabled lizards back for her to play with. It started out with play, but quickly became the skills to kill and make it out on her own. That was the roadrunner way, live by playing.

And so, that was what she did now. Practicing her skills on lizards gave Viper the know-how to combat the holy grail of prey, the rattlesnake! Vicious lizards without any legs that could kill with a single bite, even being nicked with their poisonous fangs could kill you. Only by baiting and jumping back could one tire these creatures, and only then could one stab them. Stab and grab, stab and grab. Her claws were too dull to scratch, dull from running and digging into the sand. So, her sharp, pointed beak with razor sharp edges did all the actual killing. It could cut a lizard's skin, it could stab through a mouse's skull, it was the perfect weapon. But, today, it was meant simply to scare a poor lizard to death.

BEHIND THE SCREEN:

Alias: Grep

Codeword: Hobbit

Experience: 1-2 years, post by post.

How you found us?: Through some affiliation or other.

Other Characters: N/A

How should we contact you?: Through my email or Skype; [e-mail] and grepthegrep42