Muhrren Krushskull, Warrior of the One-Eyed God

[Muhrren Krushskull]

(OOC: In advance, sorry for the mistakes. English isn't my first language but I'll try to do my best. On the other hand, roleplaying a low-INT character will be easy)

Physical description: Muhrren is a very ugly but very strong young half-orc. His green skin so dark it's nearly brown is covered in dirt and filth. He's got in the middle of his large head a tiny pig-like nose which has been broken several times and his square jaw is partiially hidden by stinky and greasy sideburns. His mouth is human-like except two fangs which emerge from his lower lips. The most human features on his face is his pair of eyes of a pastel blue. 
Nearly 2m tall and weighting more than 100Kgs, Muhhren dress in leather and fur bare arms all the time. On his right arm he's got a tatoo from his shoulde to his elbow: a big black one-eyed rat.

Biography:  As long as he can remember, Muhrren has been alone and bitter. His mother, a barbarian from the Uthgardt tribe in the north died when he was only 6 years old and he has no memory of her. He grew up alone and by his own means in the north of the sword coast, experimenting quickly the hatred the World had to give him. Over time, he have been many thing: a wanderer, a hunter, a mercenary or an outlaw. But there's one thing he have never been: accepted. 

Along his journey, from tales to bad encounter, he began to understand the teachings of Gruumsh. All the other race have betrayed him, as their gods betrayed gruumsh. Muhreen was no bad guy but the world was filled with hatred and selfishness. Only the strong may thrive.

[Muhrren Krushskull]

First week in Cormyr

29 KYLTHORN 1384

I've arrived in Cormyr. I've heard there's plenty of works for sellswords in this country and it seems it was true; I've made good money exploring the wilderness around Greatgaunt. Those weak and stupid townsfolk have built their home above zombis and skeleton and near haunted ruins. There's even goblins and kobolds roaming the surrondings. I think I will enjoy the time spent here...
I've heard som things about an orc called Urbucheck. He's a mighty warrior who forced the king of Cormyr to respect him and his tribe! And it seems the Greatgaunt's folks respect the peace treaty.
We'll see if those humans can keep themselves from betraying the son of Gruumsh.

30 KYLTHORN 1384

Today, I met a woman, elf or half-elf I think. She doesn't told me her name. But she told me she's a follower of Ilmater, The One-Who-Cry. She was... Kind with me. I appreciated that, it has been a while... Too bad she's too stubborn to see the world as it is. She can't understand the hatred and the fear those foolish humans have in them.
Anyway, I explored the first level of Greatgaunt's Catacombs and found some shiny stuff to sell amongs the skeleton and the zombies. Ive not gone further, ther's a lot of traps and there is only so much things one can carry. 
With a purse full of gold I will enjoy some beer at the Regal Griffon Inn where I reside at the moment! I've met 2 half-orcs near the inn. I was glad, at first, to speak the tongue of my ancestor. But it quiclkly appears they weren't follower of He-Who-Watches. Humano-Elvish propaganda is strong, sadly. 
It doesn't matter. I, Muhrren Krushskull, do need nobody. I, alone, have survive until now. I do need nobody. Nobody. 

1 Flamerule 1384

I explored the ruins near the town, but flying armor and magical *chickenwing* made me exit them. Fortunately, I encountered a sellsword who was looking for some muscles and with him I managed to loot the place. This human wasn't like the others. He has some ability, knows pretty well how to fight. We even shared the treasures equally. Remarkable for a human.

4 Flamerule 1384

I plundered Greatgaunt's catacombs and made a lot of money just SMASHING undeads. Those townsfolks' stupidity is going to make me rich! But, this day which was going great eventually turned sour.
I went back town, feeling sick. 'Cause of the undeads, I thought. When I arrived at The Regal Griffon, I saw someone looking like a freaking wizard, glowing an unnatural aura. Seeing the opportunity, I asked for help. But the follower of the betrayer are selfish. Everybody looked down on me. I hated them for this.
I saw then, in the crowd, an orcish figure. It was no ally, but a woman who betrayed her blood and disguised herself as warrior. We fought. And I lose. I LOSE; Against a woman who has betrayed Gruumsh! 
I've never felt so dishonored in all my life. I'll become stronger. And I'll kill her, I swear it.