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Name: Hugo.
Age: Immortal.
Species: Orc.
Personality: Hugo is rough and tough, evil, animalistic, chaotic, insane, and acts very much like a Samoan wrestler, only worse since he's an orc. He takes great pleasure in using his incredible strength to beat things up. But if he considers you a friend or at least not a threat, he can get very nice, gentle, loyal, brave, loving, and compassionate. Once you know him and he likes you, he is very talkative and will talk your ear off. He also has a great sense of humor, and he always loves hearing a good joke and will crack up some himself. He is also a great help if you ever need him to help you. He is extremely protective, and he is always willing to comfort you if you're scared or hurt or sad. He allows himself to be the shoulder to cry on and is very trustworthy. He may also offer many soft, gentle words of encouragement. And who knows? If you're crying, things may get very touching, and he just might end up crying with you. So Hugo has his soft side and not just his tough, orcish side.
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History: Unknown.
Other: Hugo also knows the Language of the Orcs, besides knowing how to speak English. He also speaks Latin. His voice is very deep but animalistic and rough and gruff with hints of growls and snarls. Not to mention, his appearance is quite huge. His round face looks very much like a Samoan wrestler in monster form, and he is six feet and ten inches tall. He is muscular but overweight. His stomach is huge and round, proving how good of an eater he is. His chest is broad, and his shoulders and arms are huge and muscular. Basically, he is all in all a very huge orc.

Name: Shela
Age: Immortal
Species: Elf


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Backstory: Shela, still young for her age, is a warrior from her Elvish tribe Korrona. She's traveled many miles trying to claim her independence. She is determined, head strong, envious, and quick witted.
Her father taught her all she knows about weaponry. (her favorite being the sword) She very rarely shows affection (unless your her horse)

You don't want to get on her bad side for she never forgets her enemies. Her travels have influenced her style and fighting styles. She longs to just be herself, but is afraid to because of her reputation she's built for herself. Inside is a fragile girl, but on the outside is a warrior.

She speaks English and a bit of Elvish (being gone from her kind has mushed her language) Her voice is firm but gentle. She is a very appealing Elf, being asked by many suitors for marriage. She refuses every time. She is big boned but has a nice figure.

Hugo was walking out in the middle of a wide, open plain, which was full of tall, light brown grass that swayed in the breeze. Hugo's wavy, black hair blew in the breeze as well. He was all alone, and he didn't care. He rather enjoyed it.

A blood covered sword hangs from her side as she rides upon her horse. She had just been through another harsh battle, and a scar hangs upon her pale face. Shela finally pauses her horse.
Jumping off she observes where they're at. A great wide plain of golden brown grass waves at her knees. She pinches her eyes checking to see if a town was nearby. None were in eye view, and they're ride for civilization would have to continue.

Hugo did not have any battle armor or a suit on. He just had black boots, black pants, and a black, leather, sleeveless jacket that was unbuttoned, and there was no shirt on underneath the jacket. Hugo was a bit uncivilized as an orc. He was oblivious to the fact that there was an elf riding down the same plain.

Rubbing her horses neck as she continued walking on foot she noticed something. A definite dark figure over in the distance. To far to shoot an arrow at, she just ignored it thinking it's just another cow.

She smiled at her horse again rubbing its neck. Their journey had been long, and both of them were starting to feel a need for a drink.

Hugo looked down at the grass as he walked and at the scenes around him. Sometimes, the grass was tall enough for him to brush his hands over the tops of them, which he would do. He really had nowhere to go and had absolutely nothing better to do with his time.

Though Shela assumed the figure to be a cow and not a harm, she continuously watched from afar.

Her hand gently tapping her sword in case of an attack from it. Again she squinted trying to see the figure better. Still no good sighting of it.

But as Hugo was looking around, he spotted two figures somewhere off behind him and yet almost to the side. He stopped and frowned in thought, looking at the two figures intently and realizing that it was a horse and rider. But he couldn't tell whether the rider was a human or elf or another orc or something else.

Finally the figure stopped and Shela could see it's detail.

"An Orc, and a large on at that," she whispered to herself. Grabbing her sword she cautiously walked straight trying to avoid getting near him.

Hugo wanted to know who and what this was. So he boldly started walking straight in the direction of the unknown, mysterious horse and rider.

She could see it was drawing nearer so she jumped upon her horse to get up to speed, still trying to outrun the stranger. Her sword ready in hand as she glared at the orc.

Then Hugo saw what it was. An elf. His features became nasty like the average orc, and he snarled. He did not like elves. But the interesting thing was that he had known and befriended a few elves in the past.

She saw his face cringe toward her. And one thing she loved was anger. She hoped off her horse sword in hand as she stood her ground toward him.
'No running away," she told herself.

Growling and snarling continuously, Hugo stopped a yard or so away from her. He could see what she and her horse looked like in better detail.

She snarled back. Her teeth sharp and her evil grin ready for attack.
'Come on big boy,' she whispered awaiting his next move.

Hugo snarled more and whipped out a long, wicked-looking knife, getting angrier by the second. He suddenly bolted forward and attacked.

She grinned at this. Nothing excited her more than a fight. Dodging his attack with her sword she rolled underneath him aiming her sword toward his back.

Hugo spun around and clashed his knife with her sword before aiming a blow at her torso.

Blocking the blow from her torso she held her sword strongly as their two weapons shook against each other. Sweat dripped from her head.

Hugo growled and started kicking her while she was on the ground and while he was fighting with her.

She struggled to keep her sword straight. She groaned in pain as old war wounds began to bleed from he arm and side. She desperately started kicking at his feet.

Hugo then reached down and grabbed her by the throat. Then he threw her to the ground, using his strength on her that he loved to use. Then he attempted a blow.

She again blocked it. Still flat on her back, she observed her surrounding. Grinning she quickly rolled away from him and sprinted to her horse. The horse took off quickly.

Hugo snarled, not at all pleased with this. "Elf coward!" he roared in Elvish. He secretly knew the Elvish language, which was taught to him by his few elf friends.

She slowed the horse down. Not to far from the Orc she turned around, "I am not a coward! I would have died here in this field if I had not ran. I ran because I am a sore loser." She brought the horse closer, "I did not want to admit defeat, so I ran. Death and I are not ready to meet. And telling by your wounds I can tell you are to high a challenge for me," She got off her horse and kneeled before the orc.

Hugo gripped his knife. He felt very proud and dignified that an elf was kneeling before him, an orc. "So is this a means of worship, or a means of admitting defeat?"

She stood up, "I never admit defeat," she said quickly. "I do it as a means of honor. I honor your skill and I plead that you spare me my life," she again kneeled.

Hugo grinned at that. "I'm mighty tempted to just kill you." But his grin slowly vanished, and he ended up slowly putting his knife away. One could tell he didn't like doing it, but he still did it.

She peered upward slowly expecting death. But instead she saw his weapon was away.
"I thank you kind Orc. Most wise would have killed a lone elf."
She rose to her feet. Still very short and small compared to the great Orc.
"I Shela, am in debt to you, until my debt is repaid."

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Hugo crossed his arms over his chest. He was very muscular, despite being very overweight in the waist. He looked down upon the small elf. "Good."

She looked up toward his eyes. She had fought orcs before, but for once the fight was to much. She knew she would've died, but wasn't willing to admit defeat.

Her throat, drying and crying for water. She was weak.
"I must continue my journey though, to the nearest town, me and my horse have just fought in a powerful battle and we are both weakened by thirst. Perhaps if I come across you again I may repay my debt. Or you can name your payment for the debt and I will fulfill it,"

"I will decide if there's anything I need from you," Hugo said, keeping his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were victorious, but especially cruel-looking like the typical eyes of an orc. Any good, soft feelings of his were currently hidden and asleep inside him.

"So must I pay you in manual work or with a payment in items?" She asked putting her hands on her soar hips. She wanted to work this out fast as she grew weary.

"I will need time to decide this. So I will seek you out once I've decided, unless you find me first."

"Alright then." Shela hoped onto her horse once again and began Eastward. Thinking there may be a town near there. She waved goodbye to the kind Orc. And continued her journey.

Hugo gave a small wave back and stood there, watching her go until she was as small as a dot. Then he continued on his way.

After hours of traveling east, Shela finally found a good sized city. It was walled of with huge stoned walls and in the middle stood a proud castle. She decided this would be a good place to stop. Looking back she wondered how the orc was doing. Was he as tired as she was?

Soon Hugo found the same city. He took a good, long drink out of a horse trough that was filled with water. He felt just as thirsty as she was. Then he went into an alley and sat down against the wall, sighing.

Unlike Hugo, Shela chose to go find a good cavern. There she quenched her thirst and found a kind blacksmith who offered to repair her weapons and horse shoes. Shela left the cavern late that night enjoying her time with other elves. She now desperately needed a place to sleep. Exhausted, she stumbled along to a nearby inn and there, she slept for the night.

Hugo was soon fast asleep in the alley. At first, he fell asleep against the wall, but he soon moved down to the ground where he fell back asleep there. And he slept very deeply, snoring occasionally.

Shela collapsed on her bed, armor still on. Her legs dangled from the bed's side. Outside the air was still and no cloud was in the sky. Tomorrow would be a good day for traveling.

Even when morning came, Hugo still slept on. He was a lazy, good-for-nothing bum when he slept. He slept flat on his back, all sprawled out. Since his jacket was unbuttoned like it was, his bare, fat belly stuck out and rose and fell with each breath. His long, wavy, black hair scattered out across the ground from his head.

Shela rolled over onto her back pulling her legs up onto the bed. Her legs were very asleep and she shook them trying to wake them up. Her hair rose statically and her eyes sagged as she stretched.
Peering out the window she noticed morning had come. She didn't plan to stay in this town much longer and decided to see if her weaponry was finished at the blacksmiths. On her way she passed the alley the orc was in, not noticing it was the one from yesterday.

Hugo was still out like a light. He was oblivious to everything, dead to the world.

"Thank you for your kindness sir," Shela bowed as she picked up her polished weaponry from the blacksmith. Things were looking up for her.

Since the last battle she fought in, she had lost her brother. Her only living relative. She now had to face the world alone, thinking about it brought back the pain. Knowing her healing power was too weak for her brother.

A little later, Hugo stirred and woke up. He groaned and sighed, deciding not to get up just yet. He wanted to get a chance to wake up first. He stared up at the sky.

Shela walked over to the horse stall that was behind the inn. Her horse wined in glee to see her.

"Calm down boy," she stroked his fine hair. Shela wondered what was their next move going to be, where would they go from here. Suddenly there was a tap on her shoulder.

Hugo finally got up and walked slowly out of the alley, not quite 100% awake yet.

"Excuse me madam," A voice said behind Shela. Shela jumped around, startled. "Who are you!?" she said her hand on her sword.

"I am the Kings's messenger," he pointed toward the large castle that stood in the middle of the town. "His excellency would like to meet you, our chef at the castle heard about your great journey from the battle at Hykoon Valley at the cavern, he came that night telling the king. The king you see had sent many knights over to fight, but none survived. So it is with great pleasure that I give his invitation to you." the messenger bowed.

"You don't have to bow, and tell the king I accept his invitation."

The messenger lead her inside the large castle walls and from there, into the castle. A long carpeted hallway led them into the main sanctuary where the king himself sat. His name was King Harmond, a younger king than most, and a very self centered.

He rose from his throne observing the elf knight.
"That'll be all messenger," The messenger bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him.
"I've heard a great deal about you Ms. Shela of the forests Korrona." he paused circling around her as he spoke. "I find your strength and battle methods intriguing. May I see your sword?"

She dared not disobey. Handing the sword over with great care. The king admired it.
"A true weapon,"

"Thank you your highness," she said, "But your highness, why have you invited me here? What is your true reasoning?"