Bogdush Gro'Mukzgul

Liar by Rollins Band
Just Like You by Rollins Band
Low Self Opinion by Rollins Band
That Smell by Lynyrd Skynyrd

Bog is a lot of things.. On the surface, he's a gentleman. He smiles. He eats junk food.. Even seems to enjoy the company of others. He speaks with a warm voice, and seems to truly care about other people. And, generally speaking, mostly.. doesn't raise his voice. In public, he's everything one would expect of a merchant and a gentleman.

Though he does like to have fun. He loves to drink heavily. When drunk, he's loud and boisterous. He loves to joke around and loves to laugh. He's a merchant. Sells odds and ends.. Or so one would think, at first glance...

At first glance, it might be hard to really notice the utter monster sitting there and watching the people go by. But Bog is a monster, however. Under everything, he's a skooma dealing, cruel thug. Buyer beware however, forget to pay, or attempt to stiff him on the payment, things can get ugly. He's a thug. Cruel, vindictive, and easily angered. Behind closed doors, towards enemies, and those that have earned his ire, he's a nightmare to put up with. Fully capabale and even willing to kill. Blood and death, don't bother him.

It probably comes as no surprise to learn that Bogdush has a giant ego and a violent temper. He's the kind of guy, that'll tell you what you want to hear. Skilled with twisting his words to get others to do what he wants.

Likes:
- Fish. One of his favorite foods.

- Fighting

- Drinking; Rum is his favorite

- Women; Calling him a flirt is probably putting it mildly. Especially when around other orcish women.

- Sparring / Practicing with his weapons

- Reading

- Eating

Dislikes:
- Law of any kind

- Vegetables; Especially greens.

- Having his booze taken / Told to stop drinking

- Having his food taken away

- Clients not paying

- Bad food

Strengths:
- He's good at getting rid of a body.. But there's always room for error. Always room to slip up. Usually when he tries to clear up a body related mess, he feeds it to sench or whatever meat eating wildlife he can find.

- Silver tongued / Quick Witted - When he wants to be. On the flip side, he can play stupid just as easily. Which is often the case. Preferring to come off as just a humble, simple merchant.

- He's good in a fight / scrap

- Can hold his liquor

Weaknesses:
- Junk food in general. He loves sweet foods. Especially sweetrolls. And is always game to try new foods so long as they're sweet. He simply loves sweet things.. From delicious junk food to sweet beverages. As long as it's sweet to the taste, he'll like it.

- Violent temper

- Alcohol - While not an alcoholic, it does make him loud, rowdy and more prone to fight / start fights. He can be a mean drunk, depending on what happens while drunk. Or he could be a lovable, extremely silly oaf.

- Waking up early. He's just not a rise and shine type of guy. Nor is he an early bird type of guy. He tends to get moving in the early afternoon.

6th of Mid Year - The wailing cries of a baby boy would be welcomed into the world, in a run down shack. Born in Orsinium. He'd be the first, and only child born to the family. His mother dying shortly after his birth. As such, his father would be the one to name him. Calling him Bogdush Mav. And he'd gain his father's last name of Gro'Mukzgul.

He only lived with his father until he was five. Life with him, was good. They didn't live within a stronghold. But rather on a small farm. He never went without. His father loved him and took care of him. It all came to a screeching halt however. There was a bandit raid on the farm late one evening. His father would be murdered and Bog would be taken by the bandits.

At first, they planned to kill him. But the chief would instead take the young boy under his wing. Deciding to teach and mold the child. Bog would learn quickly. The few weeks were spent crying for his father. But after enough times of being beaten and knocked around, he'd eventually come to understand. And in time, even love the bandit chief. Coming to view him as a father. His new found family had taken over a large mine, as their base of operations. This became home to him.

He was fifteen when he was arrested for the first time. A raid gone wrong. He was left behind by the bandit group. Including by the one that he had come to view as a parent. No one came for him. He was imprisoned for three months before managing to break out, and make his own escape. When he got back, the one that had been raising him, would flatly laugh in his face. Telling him that if any were caught, then they didn't know them. That it was every man or woman for themselves.

Bog reacted by punching the man in the mouth. Hard enough that he knocked out several of the other's teeth. And broke off the chief's fangs. It esclated quickly after that. And would eventually turn into a blood bath. In the scuffle, Bog would recieve multiple stab wounds to his stomach, chest and sides. While the chief would be killed. Bog having slit the other man's throat.

Due to his victory, the others would attempt to make him their new leader. Bog flatly refused and would leave. It wasn't that he was incapable of leading, but more so he just wasn't interested. Having spen his entire life with these people, seeing what they were about... It left things wanting. For instance, the wanting for loyalty. Which these people clearly lacked. So he left.

Bog would take to roaming Orsinium alone after that. He was twenty when he met another orc. A woman. Her name was Uluob. He fell hard for her. Ulu was all he thought about. Within the year, they were married. Their romance was more whirlwind than anything.

It lasted till he was twenty six, before she'd break it off. The marriage would be stricken from records and he'd leave. The couple just unable to get along. Bog had caught her cheating. He in turn, would kill her lover. He came to view her as a manipulative harpy by the end of it.

He was thirty when he left Orisinum entirely. He'd end up in Morrowind. He'd take to wandering. But.. he'd also get mixed up with skooma. Not doing it, but selling. Realizing the money that could be made in it, he'd quickly come to enjoy selling. But.. there was a darker side. Those that either couldn't pay up on time or refused, would often vanish. He'd get them alone, kill them and toss their bodies into lava. Or feed them to anything that ate meat. Although lava was his favorite way to get rid of bodies. Quick and easy.

To cover his skooma dealing, he'd take on the cover of a hapless merchant. Selling runes, and other things for enchanting. He didn't remain in Morrowind long however. About a year. Then he'd leave, traveling out to Anvil. It was here that he'd set up shop.

This became life for him. Selling to his clients, knocking heads in for those that refused payment... He became a brutish thug. But it was buried deep.. Hidden by a smiling merchant. Due to his way of handling things when in public, most disregarded him. Seen him as harmless. And he played right along with it.

Skipping to present day... Bog has since left behind Anvil and has started to roam again. He's roaming place to place.. Just going wherever he feels like. The most recent turn of events, have taken him into Reaper's March. Supposed to meet a contact that never showed, he'd roam to Rawl, and then out to Malabal Tor.. It is here that he has found himself.. In the seemingly peaceful town of Vulkwasten.