Kecch
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Description Kecch (pronounced with a slurring sound in the throat) is one of those savages your mother warned you about... He�s known to snarl, glare, grunt, and speak (more like growl) Common with Orcish words and phrases liberally mixed in--especially when he�s angry. Even when his mood is neutral, his mouth is hard and straight. His expression softens when he feels at peace, but where would a wildman in the city find something relaxing? His table manners are best left undiscussed. However, in spite of his crankiness and short temper, he sees no point in deliberate cruelty and excessive nastiness. Needless to say, civilization should receive a violent shock when Kecch enters the scene. The details of Kecch�s birth are barely known, as he was either orphaned or abandoned when he was about a year-and-a-half old, barely toddling. Faint, distant, disjointed memories are all he has of the time before, and they faded further as time went on. His history becomes concrete when a gnomish druid found him in her forest that autumn, covered in mud and forest litter, curled up at the bole of a tree and sleeping like a log. The druid took him in and brought him up until he was about twelve (no one knows the day of his birth, so he counts his years by springs). His foster mother was at first grooming him to follow the druid�s path as well, but something changed her mind. Instead, he was fostered again with a pair of half-orcs she knew from years back: the man a barbarian, the woman a ranger. From that point, they raised him and trained him in the ways of the wilderness. He came to think of them as his aunt and uncle. Though he tried, he couldn�t quite capture the barbarian�s blood rage (though the potential for him to do so is there, just barely untapped), so he emulated his aunt�s path and learned the thrill of the hunt, training with his uncle with weapons and occasionally trying yet again to rage. Together, they taught him the secrets of effectively slaying goblinoids. As a matter of course, he began speaking their mixture of Common and Orcish. When he reached his seventeenth spring, they took him back to the druid, who pronounced that it was time for him to go forth and experience the world. It�s not a great stretch of the imagination to mistake Kecch for a half-orc at a casual glance or in dim light. His brow ridge is prominent (he sticks it out even further by contorting his face, and--another thing your mother warned you about--it stuck that way), his chin is small but attached to a strong jaw, his nose is slightly up-turned, his cheekbones are high, and his brown eyes are deep-set. His black hair is hacked off raggedly at the front and about halfway along the sides, to keep it out of his face. The rest is left to grow, break off, or be torn out by battle or thorns as it sees fit (he does, however, run his fingers through it once a day--none too gently--when he can be bothered). Adding to his skuzzy appearance are a scraggly goatee, moustache, and sideburns. He will bathe in water when he can find it (having experienced fleas and caring very little for them), but has yet to encounter soap. Otherwise, he gets by with a dust bath. On a final note about his description, he�s an aspiring barbarian. Gamis Pfaebinn of Garic's City Andr� T'Rasseux of 6th World |