Me was born in the smoking ruins of a frontier stronghold where Orc tribes clashed with human armies. From the first breath, Me learned war. His childhood was a parade of drills, weapons, and the bark of commanders who taught him that an orc’s worth is measured by scars. He served as a line soldier, a shield on the front, and a hammer in the charge.

But Me was different from his kin. While many fought only for blood, Me fought for purpose. He saw the misery left in war’s wake—starving villages, abandoned children, broken men—and in his heart, he swore he would not be remembered as just another brute with a sword.

“Me help people when Me can. But Me must take coin, for coin makes army, and army makes king.”

So Me deserted the rigid chains of army life and became a mercenary. But now he is only one orc with a blade—no army, no banner, and no vampire bride. His journey has just begun, and the world has yet to decide whether it will raise him up or break him down.

Still, Me clings to his dream: to one day rule as the King of Mercenaries, and to wed a lesser vampire

me dos not know who mom and dad are gust give to orcs for army

ornnu noble doter that has been kick napt