Kharask -Dragonborn Warlord-

So, this is my character, a dragonborn warlord. This is actually my first warlord attempt, but it didnt go that far. I loved the idea and concept, and mr. dm seemed keen to let me keep it. so here it is.

Standing 6'8" and weighing at close to three hundred pounds, Kharask seems to be a hulking monster. His draconic form is covered in rust colored scales, with more scarlet colored scales along the the forelegs and forearms, back and shoulders, and the top of his head. Thick black horns move back along his head to his shoulders, and he sports sharp claws and very strong hands. As of his start, he wears a suit of battle worn chain mail, and carries a monstrous maul, the haft made of a thick sturdy wood supported by metal guarding, and wrapped in thick leather.

Born into a tribe of honorable dragonborn, Kharask began his training in the martial fields at the age of three (dragon born mature faster than humans, and are equivelant of 10 years of age at this point.) Early on, he among several other dragonborn began there extended training as warlords. For many it was odd to train the strongest to be the war captains of the tribe, but this particular tribe believed that honor and valor was on the front lines, therefor the captain had to be as good in the field, if not better than those they commanded. Only two of the six candidates made it to the final test, a test of actual combat. Kharask was the strongest, most noted, and most commanding of all of the trainees, and the other that made was the underdog from the very start. A female, small even for dragonborn, and no at all incredibly strong. But of all who entered, for some reason, she seemed to be the victor in every test. Over the extended 4 years of intense training leading up to the final test, the two became extremely close. The one thing that she had over Kharask, and every one she ever met, was that she would not acknowledge her weakness. She never gave up, gave more of herself than what was possible, and absolutely refused to be defeated. Kharask secretly wished her to be the champion, if only to prove that dedication and the adherence to valor and honor was enough. The day of the test came, Kharask was given three warrior trainees, she recieved the same. The two teams then split up and were guided by a ranger to a point where orc (or some other dastardly humanoid) had been spotted. Unfortunately, at this time a very large war party had been forming at that general location, caught onto the new recruits, and attacked them ruthlessly. The teams fought bravely, and were doing exceptional until the third wave comprising of some archers and front line orcish berserkers tore into there ranks, killing most of the team. The two warlords were all that remained after the third wave. Gathering themselves they retreated as more reinforcments harried them, they decided to make a stand at the edge of nearby cliff overlooking the river that was there tribes lifeblood. Things looked grim as the fourth wave moved into them. Luckily, there own reinforcements were in sight, and veteran dragonborn were racing there way to aid them. The two fought fiercely, complementing each others skills and leaving no room for error, save one. As they closed to the end of the last few orcs, Kharask made an error, thinking that she could not handle two herself, he moved in front of her to take on the last remaing orcs. This caused her to falter in her attack, which left her open to one flanking her. A sword met her side, and it was just enough to cause her to stumble backwards, and over the cliff into the river below. Kharask finished the orcs off, and in a daze met up with the reinforcments, urging them to help him find her. It took them hours, but eventually they found her a ways down the river. Somehow still alive. Kharask appologized to her, told her that he had failed. She told him to hold his appologies, and become stronger. They then heard more noise of battle above them, the ors apparently had rebolstered themselves to attack the tribe again. Unable to carry her back, and needing to get to battle, she urged them to leaver her. At her request Kharask found a piece of drift wood, and laid her upon it. With one final farewell he pushed her down current. Her wounds were bad, her body crushed and broken. She didnt have long. He watched her move out of sight, and then rushed back up into battle.
After those incidents, he gained his title as a warlord of his tribe, but turned down his position in order to go out into the world, to better himself, and make himself strong enough so that he might one day return. The tribe never recovered her body, or found signs of her. Kharask doubts that anyone could have survived what she went through, but then again. Everyone doubted her, and she always proved them wrong.

Ok, thats my opening stuff. I was saying that he made his way to the coast in order to find some work in adventuring, and prove to himself that he was worth taking the mantle of warchief some day.