Lubash

30 or so years ago, He may have been considered in his prime, But as they say, Orcs do not grow old, they grow Fierce! Despite his age, He was still a large man with powerful shoulders, a fierce dark face, and eyes that seemed to flash and glitter with savage red cunning. It was a face to be dominated by, or to fight: never a face to patronize or pity.

Despite his occasionally creaking bones, the way he moved portrayed an air of perfect balance. Like a Old tiger who has is on his last hunt, or perhaps like a wild animal that had been held in a cage too small for it for too long.

Silver lined dark long hair loosely hangs around a chiseled, warm, old time-worn face. Glistening orange, almost red eyes, set lightly within their sockets, Dark stubble adorns the Orcs face and is set across his faded green and browning skin which tells a story of a brutal past of a burning legion a defected soldier.