A long-haired, muscular man in primitive clothing stands in a sunlit forest, resembling a wild man or ancient warrior.

Bio: No one remembers where he came from. Some say he was abandoned as an infant beyond the borders of civilization. Others claim he was stolen during an ork raid, only to be spared by some unknowable twist of fate. The orks themselves rarely speak of his origins, and when they do, their stories contradict one another. To them, his past is meaningless. Survival is all that matters. He has no human name. Among men he is simply called The Wild Man, a title born from equal parts fear and misunderstanding. The orks who raised him have their own name for him, one earned through countless hunts and battles, but it carries meaning that cannot truly be translated into any human tongue. It speaks of relentless pursuit, of fangs bared against impossible odds, of prey becoming predator. No human word could capture it. Raised from infancy by a hardened ork war clan deep within untamed wilderness, The Wild Man learned to crawl through mud before he learned to walk. Every lesson he received was paid for in bruises, scars, and blood. Mercy was never taught. Weakness was never tolerated. The forests, mountains, rivers, and marshes became both his classroom and his home, and by the time he reached adulthood there was scarcely a corner of the wild he could not navigate. He does not merely survive in nature—he belongs to it. Every rustling branch, every disturbed patch of earth, every subtle shift in the wind tells him a story. He can track prey across stone, predict storms hours before they Mehr sehen