Orc father met human mother had me. When father’s orc clan found out about the pairing they killed mother and father. I escaped, joined the military crusade against all-things orc. I achieved the rank of lt. before I was decommissioned because I found out about some under the table dealings and blew the whistle. Now I wonder about fighting to help the helpless and lead by example, but I’m lonely and drink too much, so I haven’t done very much good lately.
 
My Orc father was in a clan that was part of the horde that eventually destroyed my hometown of Sundabar. Before the war is when me and my brother, Dral Snooger were orphaned and taken in by followers of Sylvanus who took us to Everlund. There I joined the military got to know the city and the Zoar family. When the War of Silver Marshes happened, I requested to defend Sundabar because it would give me a chance to fight against the Orc horde that killed my parents. Politics got in the way of my request as some Zoar family members in charge didn't want to lend much of a hand to Sundabar so I was refused. I left anyway and want AWOL. I helped prepare the defense at Sundabar and fought for it until I was injured and carried away with other injured before he city fell. My brother never took to the ways of religion or war and so now he runs the tavern in Everlund called Danivarr’s House.
 
After my defeat, I've been traveling around trying to find the remains of the Orc hordes that killed my parents and sacked Sundabar. I started wandering, took to drink, and haven't had much luck with companions until I met the current crew. I haven't seen my brother ashamed of my failure and what he'd think of me. I'm very pro Lord's Alliance and anti Zoar because of their politics and their pull away from the Lord's Alliance.