Name: Exorinn
Race: Dragonborn
Profession: Guardian
Favored Weapon: Axe and Polearm



Exorinn was a child of manny imaginitive adventures, he dreamed of Mages turning the matter around themselves into ice and spearing their foes. He dreamed of vast dungeons crawling with every matter of abomination and wild Dragons of legend who with one sweep of tail would destroy entire villages. Alas, such dreams and imagination are not encuraged in The City of No Names. The Dragonborn there keep themselves ocupied with duties, also keeping their imagination dorment. The strong hand of tradition weilds the sharp sword of order allowing little to no adventure. As such, Exorinn's childhood was without adventure.
Exorinn may seem very to himself but there is an excited, sinister, and chaotic brawler barried deep within, held down by chains by his own kin. Now Exorinn seeks adventure and to aid The Heros of Legend in any endever, looking for corn in every corner of orcish lands, and jumping off tall things because quite frankly order and tradition are nothing to a true adventurous spirit.