User:Mughrak
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Name: Mughrak Ilgreeb
Aliases: Mugs, Mughrak the Strange
Home: Gualon, for the time being.
Age: Approximately 300, though he wouldn't know this himself, he doesn't care.
Height: At least 16' when he isn't bent over, which isn't often. He is more likely to be around 9'10 or so, owing to the fact that he needs to fit into buildings and under door frames.
Build: Enormous. Mugs is bulky and extremely muscular from years of heavy lifting, mining, manual labour and construction work for various employers or taskmasters. Recently he has put on a little additional weight since he came out of regular work, but not much and certainly nowhere near enough to call him unfit.
Hair: A very long, black straggly mess of knotted hair which falls down just past his shoulders. It has quite clearly not ever been washed deliberately and it would be a brave creature to attempt to try.
Eyes: A mottled, ruddy brown colour, set deep in his head and give the Ogre a look of constant discontent.
Gait: Lumbering and not very light-footed at all, but does have great big tree trunk legs which carry him more quickly than you would think and allow him to jump to a significant height if he should want to.
Appearance: Usually hunched over slightly from so long spent inside caves, mines or dwellings above ground which are not best suited to accommodating his large frame. Very unkempt, as you would expect from his species, with layers of dirt and grime plastered over the majority of his skin and armour, built up over many years of roaming the wide lands of Hollow. Large, jagged and extensively chipped teeth protrude at awkward angles from a huge square jaw, yellowed and stained from countless meals and quite often still showing clear signs of what had been most recently consumed. A deep Cypress green skin, complete with various pock marks and scars, cover his body and will more often than not be adorned further by dirt, scrapes or flecks of other creatures he has encountered, depending on what kind of day he is having. His ill-fitting armour rattles, clanks and scrapes hideously together as it has been 'recovered' from those who wrongly thought that Mughrak was a target that they could take down. The resulting suit of armour is a cacophony of cobbled iron, wood and other materials which tell a tale of his success in battle, though many pieces have fallen off or been replaced over the decades. He slouches a lot and doesn't often bring himself to his full height, being a symptom of most other creatures being so small and needing to hunch through a good number of low arches and doors.
Personality: Very ill-mannered and naturally coarse, as is expected from Ogres in general, his social graces are notably absent, particularly around the local taverns. Pleasantries and etiquette are also quite a distant and unlikely prospect, as there are very few other races that this Ogre would contemplate being nice to in any respect. His temper is dangerously short, though he often confuses insults as friendly banter and is often so slow in general conversation that he may well miss what is being said altogether and therefore fail to be angered or insulted at all, though he is equally likely to become frustrated and annoyed if he can't keep up. He doesn't ask for repeats. He has a tendency to ignore smaller races unless they should become interesting to him for some reason, or if he considers the need to 'smush' them if they were to become excessively irritating. This trait has lessened somewhat lately, owing to the amount of time he has spent away from Ogre civilizations and among other races, but he is still far from tame and maintains a large slice of superiority complex.