(Depends what you mean by "titles", if you are just doing something like "Ironwrath the stalker" or something like thats fine.) No, sorry.
RP NAME: Git'crench TRIBE NAME: The Dark snout tribe (A mostly boar riding tribe, if you didn't figure) RP CLASS: Boar rider STARTING EQUIPMENT: -BOAR: Gritcha, a large black male boar... with great tusks, each covered in spiked plates. On the great boars hind leg is a mark of a boar snouth with tusks dyed. -MAUL: Gut-crusha, A large piece of wood, atttached to a chain which is then attached to the skull of what looks like to be an ogre, decorated with hammered on spikes. -Leather vest, with a shoulderpad fashioned from a skull of a dead boar. A lscavenged light pair of chainmail pants and a pair of quite sturdy leather shoes. ADVANTAGES: -Stronger than average: Gir'crench is strong, not as strong as boss or a big'un... but stronger than the average boar rider. -Strong sense of smell -Has a strange affinity for scavenging and piecing together stuff (a advantage most orks lack) DISADVANTAGES: -Not that clever, (says itself) -Has a tendency to go into a beserker rage when provoked -Is often REALLY hungry, even for an Ork. PHYSICAL DESCRPTION: A real ork, that is what you can call Gir'crench. A tall ork with a deep green skin. His back is covered by a large tatto of a warboars snout and tusks. His tusks are quite long and sharp, and often smell terribly of rotten meat. He also have a ring in his nose, almost like a bull would have.
OOC: we're greenskins, our bar is anywhere the boss doesn't see us. Open a cag of Grog n sit by da fire. The rest will figure itself out.
OOC: No, we don't dare store all our grog in one room. Everyone would fight over it, or it would get stolen.
*smuel skarbreaka* Smuel gets distracted fowllowimg close still he day dreams completely ignoring conversation
GIT'RENCH From across the camp, a loud scream is heard as a goblin is sent flying across camp... someone had kicked the goblin halfway across the camp and a loud laughter is heard from that end. Git'rench comes walking, with his maul casually hanged over his shoulder, he is grinning as he holds a leg of a horse in his hand, biting and tearing off large chunks of the thick meat of the bone, another ork walks beside him, seemingly someone from his "squad" (brain freeze, have forgotten what the term was) and he laughs aswell, Git'rench smiles as he swallows before speaking "HAHAHAHAHA, alwayz as fun to kick a gobbo acros da camp. I wonder 'ow long he flew" The other ork nods and takes a bite of his own piece of meat, which is unrecognizable. Git'rench looks around him as he closes in on the middle of the camp, looking for more gobbos to kick
