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Jul 25, 2013 09:26PM
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:D So do you like the idea of the orc getting injured or sick and the girl helping him, and then later on, the tables are turned when the orc helps the girl when she gets injured or sick?
Sweet! So I guess charries then?
Name: Azog.
Age: Immortal.
Species: Orc.
Personality: Azog is one of the most vile, evil, wicked orcs on earth. He has no feelings, no compassion, and no mercy. Torture is his game; death is his delight. But then again......he may just have some feelings after all. The only way to reach deep down inside and pull his rare, soft side out is a special secret that no one knows. But I will tell you that secret, and it is....love. Love him, and you may get lucky. Show kindness and gentleness to him, and he may return the favor. Make him stop dead in his tracks and stare at you with shock. For Azog has never known love and tenderness, only sick, twisted evil. But if you get to know the rare, gentle side of Azog, you will see him in a totally different light. Once he cares for you, he will instantly become fun and loving and affectionate. Not to mention, he will start showing his sense of humor, and he will get very silly, even by accident. Even on his good side, he's trouble, for he enjoys playing pranks. Sometimes, he even gets clumsy if he doesn't watch himself and ends up turning into a total clutz. So no matter which side Azog is showing, he is a walking disaster area. But if he sees a loved one in distress, he is a great comforter and a fierce protector.
Appearance:
http://www.cinefilos.it/v2/wp-content...
http://i.ytimg.com/vi/4cqZNTFd2O8/0.jpg
http://i2.wp.com/www.cgmeetup.net/hom...
http://the-hobbit-movie.com/wp-conten...
http://designrshub.com/wp-content/upl...
History: Unknown, but heartbreaking.
Other: Azog is a pale white orc. Very few orcs have a pale complexion, making him unique. He is known as "The Pale Orc." He speaks often in the Orc language but knows English just as fluently. He can also speak Latin. He possesses some powers as well.
Age: Immortal.
Species: Orc.
Personality: Azog is one of the most vile, evil, wicked orcs on earth. He has no feelings, no compassion, and no mercy. Torture is his game; death is his delight. But then again......he may just have some feelings after all. The only way to reach deep down inside and pull his rare, soft side out is a special secret that no one knows. But I will tell you that secret, and it is....love. Love him, and you may get lucky. Show kindness and gentleness to him, and he may return the favor. Make him stop dead in his tracks and stare at you with shock. For Azog has never known love and tenderness, only sick, twisted evil. But if you get to know the rare, gentle side of Azog, you will see him in a totally different light. Once he cares for you, he will instantly become fun and loving and affectionate. Not to mention, he will start showing his sense of humor, and he will get very silly, even by accident. Even on his good side, he's trouble, for he enjoys playing pranks. Sometimes, he even gets clumsy if he doesn't watch himself and ends up turning into a total clutz. So no matter which side Azog is showing, he is a walking disaster area. But if he sees a loved one in distress, he is a great comforter and a fierce protector.
Appearance:
http://www.cinefilos.it/v2/wp-content...
http://i.ytimg.com/vi/4cqZNTFd2O8/0.jpg
http://i2.wp.com/www.cgmeetup.net/hom...
http://the-hobbit-movie.com/wp-conten...
http://designrshub.com/wp-content/upl...
History: Unknown, but heartbreaking.
Other: Azog is a pale white orc. Very few orcs have a pale complexion, making him unique. He is known as "The Pale Orc." He speaks often in the Orc language but knows English just as fluently. He can also speak Latin. He possesses some powers as well.
((Sure.))
It had been many, many years since Azog's parents died. He was a young orc when they died, actually, and as an orc, he was immortal and could live for ages. So they had died centuries ago. They had died in one of the worst ways imaginable. They were tortured and killed by the humans in the town nearby the forest that Azog lived in. And those humans were stupid to kill those two orcs in particular. They were too stupid to realize that they had the Pale Orc as their son, the great and terrible Azog. Because they had killed his parents, they now had the huge danger of Azog coming after them for revenge. They were dead meat now, and they didn't even know it. Some of the people in the town knew of the existence of the Pale Orc, and they would whisper scary stories about him.
Azog lived in a magnificent but haunted castle deep in the forest, and he had a cave in the woods as his hideout, the place he called his second home. He was currently taking a walk in the woods.
It had been many, many years since Azog's parents died. He was a young orc when they died, actually, and as an orc, he was immortal and could live for ages. So they had died centuries ago. They had died in one of the worst ways imaginable. They were tortured and killed by the humans in the town nearby the forest that Azog lived in. And those humans were stupid to kill those two orcs in particular. They were too stupid to realize that they had the Pale Orc as their son, the great and terrible Azog. Because they had killed his parents, they now had the huge danger of Azog coming after them for revenge. They were dead meat now, and they didn't even know it. Some of the people in the town knew of the existence of the Pale Orc, and they would whisper scary stories about him.
Azog lived in a magnificent but haunted castle deep in the forest, and he had a cave in the woods as his hideout, the place he called his second home. He was currently taking a walk in the woods.
Azog was walking through the trees not too far away from the campsite where she was. He heard the faint sound of her voice in the woods, and he abruptly stopped. Then he began to sniff the air, smelling the scent of human. A low growl rumbled deeply in his throat, followed by a soft snarl. Azog was about to go after the scent and find the source of it, but a gunshot that came out of nowhere stopped him. Some hunters far away were hunting for deer in the forest, and they were shooting at one, one of the bullets accidentally striking Azog in the process. The bullet entered his back, and the black blood began to flow from the wound. Azog let out a roar of pain and rage before he fell to the ground. Then he blacked out.
Azog was out like a light, and he remained completely unconscious the entire time when she took care of his wound. But ten minutes later, after she had finished with his wound, Azog began to come to. His red eyes opened, and the first thing he saw was that he was no longer outside. He looked around slowly and saw that he was in a tent of some sort. He was very confused. How in the world did I end up in here? he thought.
((Gotta go to bed now, but I should be on tomorrow. Bye!))
((Gotta go to bed now, but I should be on tomorrow. Bye!))
Azog looked over to see this girl. Oh, I see. No wonder I wake up and find myself suddenly in a tent. He now knew she must have dragged him here. As he sat up, he groaned softly from the pain in his back. Remembering that he had been shot, he reached behind himself and felt the wound, realizing it had been bandaged. Azog couldn't help but feel surprised. "Why did you help me?" he murmured, his face full of confusion.
Azog's gaze subconsciously shifted down to his scarred body when she said that he looked like he had been hurt enough in his life. He had scars on his face and arms and shoulders and back, and he had some deep ones on the sides of his chest that looked like some interesting pattern. "Well, thank you..." he murmured, not sure what to make of her help. It was very much unexpected.
"Azog," he replied, then added with a hint of pride, "The Pale Orc." Azog followed her gaze to the ice chests before nodding. "Both hungry and thirsty."
"With me, it will." Azog was the type of orc that would devour anything and everything you put in front of him, even if it was vegetables. He watched her with a hungry, greedy look in his eyes.
"An Orc is a monster, a war machine built to kill and destroy and wreak havoc." Azog then drank down his water thirstily before eating the carrots ravenously like an animal.
Azog had his food and water finished rather quickly.
"I'd love some," Azog growled hungrily, eyeing the ice chest.
Azog took it and greedily ate it. Then he was finally satisfied.
Azog slowly stood up. He was a very huge orc, standing at seven feet tall. He stared down at her, still feeling a little confused inside that this human girl had wanted to help him. But he also felt a measure of gratitude, a feeling that was a little new to him. "Thank you for everything."
Azog gave a nod. "I'm well enough. I'll manage."
"I will," Azog murmured before turning and walking out of the cave and leaving her.
"Bye," Azog said before disappearing into the forest.
Azog went back to his castle deep in the forest.
Azog felt rather tired after all that happened to him, and he lay down in bed and fell asleep.
((Maybe at night in the woods where she gets hurt next?))
Azog was walking through the woods in the night, the moonlight shining upon his white, scarred body as he passed out into the moonlight before disappearing into the shadows again.
Azog heard the screams off in the far distance, and he snarled upon instinct, drawing his sword and running towards the screaming.
Suddenly, a huge, white object came into the clearing in a blur. It was Azog. Letting out battle roars, he began attacking the men. He killed one of them, the one that was stabbing her.
After he killed the other one, Azog noticed that the person he saved was Clara. He stood still, the sword in his hand, staring down at Clara and seeing her wounds. He put his sword away.
Azog followed her slowly, taking some steps forward until he was right up to her. He stared down at her.
"Hello," Azog murmured before coming closer and picking her up easily in his bulky, muscular arms. He began to carry her through the woods.
Azog silently and calmly looked down at her as she struggled with the pain. He took her into his large, labyrinth cave and set her down on a thick blanket.
Azog sat down next to her and applied pressure to her wounds with a cloth until the bleeding stopped.
Azog moistened a wipe with some alcohol peroxide before slowly pressing it down on one of her wounds to prevent infection.
Azog then did the same to her other stab wounds.
Then Azog began to bandage her wounds.
Azog looked up at her. "Hello," he murmured as he finished up with bandaging her wounds. Then he sat back against the cave wall.
"Two humans were hurting you," Azog said, crossing his arms comfortably over his broad chest. "I killed them and brought you in here."
Azog allowed himself to crack a slight smile. "No problem."
"Indeed." Azog's slight smile widened just a little.
"I'm not worried. I'll just eat them for supper."
Azog smirked. "It sounds delicious to me." He stood up. "I'll be back soon."
Azog left and was gone for a half hour. He spent that amount of time eating the two men, and he even ate the bones, cleaning things up to the point where nothing much could be seen. Azog had a huge appetite, and he felt incredibly stuffed after devouring two whole humans. He walked back inside the cave with his hand over his extremely full stomach, which was a little rounder and larger now that it was packed.
Azog shook his head. "No," he said with a sigh before sitting back down and reclining against the wall, groaning softly. He held his stomach. "I am so full."
Azog closed his eyes, feeling very lazy and tired, for it was nighttime.
Azog opened one eye. His red eyes were glowing in the dark now. "The only one I know is my castle. It won't be a burden."
Azog lay down flat on the ground after a while.
Azog fell asleep easily. Being on a full stomach made him especially lazy.
Azog was out like a light, sleeping very deeply.
