Garruk is a towering Orc with slate-gray skin and thick corded muscles. His face is crisscrossed with scars from his days in the mercenary legions, most notably a jagged line running from his left temple to his jaw. He wears reinforced leather harness straps over bare shoulders and thick furs around his waist. A massive notched greatsword is strapped to his back, stained with the patina of many battles.

Garruk is surprisingly quiet and observant. Years of military service taught him the value of discipline, yet he possesses an inner volcanic temper that he struggles to contain. He treats his comrades with a rough, stoic loyalty, but has no patience for cowards or those who lead from the safety of the rear lines.

Born into the Iron Vanguard, a mercenary company that valued strength above all else, Garruk was raised on the rhythmic cadence of marching boots and the smell of forge fire. He was groomed to be a shock trooper, the first body through a breach and the last to leave a retreating line. His life was defined by the chain of command until a disastrous siege left his unit decimated and his commanders exposed as corrupt fools. Disillusioned, Garruk broke his contract and fled into the wilds. Now he wanders as a mercenary of a different sort, answering to no captain but himself. He seeks a death that is worthy of his strength, yet his Orcish resilience seems to prevent him from finding it. He finds peace in the simplicity of a blade and the singular focus of a blood-red rage.