Yes, I want to be Gorgor.

From Create Your Own Story

The scene is telling of a visit by the vile. The faces of the dead strewn about paint a distinct picture that no fitting resistance was offered here.

You take a moment to admire the scene. Cracked and twisted bodies lay around fallen or burning homes of weak straw and stone no longer fit for life. The earth at your feet is disturbed by your hands and the sky seems to be as well. The heavens are filled with deep black smoke framed by a sky the color of a blood red citrus fruit. Your chest heaving and battle axe in hand; your a sight to behold. Your current toothy grin would frighten most creatures of your era. As would the mention of what you are, a Vile Tooth Lizardfolk. A humanoid creature of herculean muscles shielded by complex black iridescent scales.

You almost forget about the weak spongy creature in your left hand until your arousing daydream causes you to crack its neck. Its enough to bring you back to a lucid state. You taste the aroma of something bitter and sweaty. One last fresh kill should end the day nicely. The saltiness lets you know it must be grieving. You are delighted as how much better the soft ones taste when they cry.

You remove the recently slain creature's helmet and proceed to snap off its head with your jaws. Tastier than the others you have previously eaten tonight, you reflect to yourself on much tastier this other one might be. Then again you've about had your fill and the sun is bound to rise soon. You fear nothing but it is wise to move on. Fires that do not spread will burn out.

Status
Name:Gorgor
Health Normal
Ability Points 10
Score Level:Level 0 Sex:Male Alignment:Chaotic Evil Race:Viletooth Lizardfolk Class:Berserker Assassin Religion:Heathen 9'0 320
Equipment: Iron Wrist and Ankle Bands, Battle Axe, Iron Buckler
Looks:Massive muscular build,large-red webbed head fin, massive claws, gold eyes, black iridescent scales...
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