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Race: Orc
Height: 9'1"
Original Description: the Grand Champion of the Dust Bowl Tor'Gal, donning minotaur horns and a skull helm, this giant of an orc has faced countless trials and came out victorious. Undefeated in battle, the great lord of the Arena spectates the blood sport from his carved skull tower, overlooking the entirety of the colosseum.

Tor'gal is the Grand Champion and de facto Ruler of the Orcish Dustbowl's Bloodsport Arena. A craggy desolate stretch of dust-lands in the south-eastern badlands houses the mighty colosseum, where orc, goblin, and even humans(South and West) bet, buy slaves, and combat in the brutal bloodsport.
Orcs outside of the mountain, thought to be tainted with human admixture, rarely grow to the towering height that Tor'gal stands. His thundering footsteps warn of his coming, and so far none have been able to stand their own against him. Many jokingly refer to him as the offspring of Orc and minotaur.(Partly due to his impressive minotaur headdress, but mostly due to his tremendous size and strength, which is comparable or greater to the aforementioned beasts.)
Whereas other Gladiators who were faced with the challenge of the mighty minotaur play matador, and lead the beasts to tiring themselves out or taking a hit headfirst into the arena walls, Tor'gal is renowned for having the sheer power to stand toe to toe against even the most aggressive of minotaur bulls. Often locking arm to arm and overpowering the beasts before rending them with his greataxe.

He wears the skull of the previous battlemaster, a powerful orcish skull cap and jaw, finished with the horns of a slain minotaur, and the skulls of slaves are strewn across the rest of his garb.
Having bested any and all opponents who stand before him, he is not often challenged(But still often enough to satiate his blood lust), the rest of his days are spent dealing with the neighbouring Goblins/Orcs and southmen for slaves, weapons, and running the bloodworks. Between outside dealings he watches the blood-sport from atop a carved stone skull perch( Something like this:   i.pinimg.com/originals/c5/80/c… ) retiring between fights to take advantage of the steady flow of "non-combatant" slaves that make their rounds throughout the arena.
Though the dustbowl holds no allegiance, the human expansions and alliances make the future of the arena uncertain.
If threatened by the prospect of a united humanity(or other outside power) pushing into the Eastern orcish badlands territory, the Champion is willing to arm his mighty gladiators, slave army, and minotaur thralls for war. Foolish raiders that attempt to rob the bloodsport of it's earnings know all too well that although the Grand Champion is deadly in single combat, he is no less of a threat to an invading force.
Using his massive axe to create shockwaves through the earth,(Tauren Chieftain style) crushing through lines of men, and cleaving even the hardest armor down with his axe and hardened bladed knuckles.
Allied forces are smartest to avoid the neutral territory for their own safety, lest they find their men crushed under the might of this Barbarian lord, with the survivors being fodder for packs of wargs(And entertainment for those spectating).
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Description
Race: Orc
Height: 9'1"
Original Description: the Grand Champion of the Dust Bowl Tor'Gal, donning minotaur horns and a skull helm, this giant of an orc has faced countless trials and came out victorious. Undefeated in battle, the great lord of the Arena spectates the blood sport from his carved skull tower, overlooking the entirety of the colosseum.

Tor'gal is the Grand Champion and de facto Ruler of the Orcish Dustbowl's Bloodsport Arena. A craggy desolate stretch of dust-lands in the south-eastern badlands houses the mighty colosseum, where orc, goblin, and even humans(South and West) bet, buy slaves, and combat in the brutal bloodsport.
Orcs outside of the mountain, thought to be tainted with human admixture, rarely grow to the towering height that Tor'gal stands. His thundering footsteps warn of his coming, and so far none have been able to stand their own against him. Many jokingly refer to him as the offspring of Orc and minotaur.(Partly due to his impressive minotaur headdress, but mostly due to his tremendous size and strength, which is comparable or greater to the aforementioned beasts.)
Whereas other Gladiators who were faced with the challenge of the mighty minotaur play matador, and lead the beasts to tiring themselves out or taking a hit headfirst into the arena walls, Tor'gal is renowned for having the sheer power to stand toe to toe against even the most aggressive of minotaur bulls. Often locking arm to arm and overpowering the beasts before rending them with his greataxe.

He wears the skull of the previous battlemaster, a powerful orcish skull cap and jaw, finished with the horns of a slain minotaur, and the skulls of slaves are strewn across the rest of his garb.
Having bested any and all opponents who stand before him, he is not often challenged(But still often enough to satiate his blood lust), the rest of his days are spent dealing with the neighbouring Goblins/Orcs and southmen for slaves, weapons, and running the bloodworks. Between outside dealings he watches the blood-sport from atop a carved stone skull perch( Something like this:   i.pinimg.com/originals/c5/80/c… ) retiring between fights to take advantage of the steady flow of "non-combatant" slaves that make their rounds throughout the arena.
Though the dustbowl holds no allegiance, the human expansions and alliances make the future of the arena uncertain.
If threatened by the prospect of a united humanity(or other outside power) pushing into the Eastern orcish badlands territory, the Champion is willing to arm his mighty gladiators, slave army, and minotaur thralls for war. Foolish raiders that attempt to rob the bloodsport of it's earnings know all too well that although the Grand Champion is deadly in single combat, he is no less of a threat to an invading force.
Using his massive axe to create shockwaves through the earth,(Tauren Chieftain style) crushing through lines of men, and cleaving even the hardest armor down with his axe and hardened bladed knuckles.
Allied forces are smartest to avoid the neutral territory for their own safety, lest they find their men crushed under the might of this Barbarian lord, with the survivors being fodder for packs of wargs(And entertainment for those spectating).
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