Gorvak is a striking half-orc with slate gray skin and hair like a tangled wolf's mane. Despite the jagged scars across his torso from his youth, he possesses a raw, predatory handsomeness. He wears well maintained chain mail draped with a heavy white wolf pelt, and his most notable feature is his bright, constant smile that reveals strong white teeth and short, blunt tusks.

I have been through the worst that civilization and the wild have to offer, so I choose to find joy in the small things. I am quiet and observant, often speaking in low growls that carry a strange, hypnotic authority. I treat my allies like my pack, protecting them with a fierce, unwavering loyalty that borders on obsession.

Born into a life of misery, Gorvak was a child used for labor and sport by a cruel master who saw his orcish blood as a mark of property. At ten years old, he struck back against a tormenting peer and fled into the frozen northern forests to escape execution. Near death, he was adopted by the Silverfang wolf pack. Rather than being prey, his internal drive and strange magnetism allowed him to communicate with the beasts, eventually leading him to challenge the former leader and become the pack's undisputed Alpha. Though he lived as a beast for a decade, his spirit remained fundamentally human. He eventually left the woods when a group of soldiers marveled at his ability to command the wolves during a skirmish. He joined their ranks briefly to learn the ways of his own kind again, but the rigid structures of the military couldn't contain his wild heart. He now travels as a mercenary, using his natural charisma and pack tactics to lead those who have no one else to follow. He smiles often to bridge the gap between his feral upbringing and his humanoid nature.