As an infant, this bastard of human and orc blood was left at the doorsteps of wizard college. He were left with nothing but some smallcloth and an amulet of primitive, yet fine, making of bone. An inscription adorned one side of the medallion: “My dear Kurkosj, you will always be the brighter of your kin”. Taken in by the mages of the college, he grew up as a slave to clean and labor for them. A magical tattoo was inscribed on his wrist, to make him easier to magically manipulate by the mages, should he ever show resistance or rebellious attitude. For 14 years he lived like this, and his inborn ferocity slowly ebbed out.
During his time with the mages, there were a single girl among the students that took pity on this less fortunate creature. Her name was Amilla, and she took her time to gain his trust. She taught him how to read and write in secret, so as to not get discovered by the other mages. After a year of secretly meeting and talking, Amilla decided to assist Kurkosj to escape his imprisonment. He did not disagree to this.
Amilla were able to thwart the magical tattoos power and that very night, Kurkosj escaped the college and ran into the nearby woods. He had not run for many days before he stumbled into a swamp. His food supplies were running low, and when he found a small cottage he did not hesitate to enter to find food and help. But, as his misfortune would have it, this cottage belonged to a small coven of hag witches, and instead of helping him, they captured him. They laid upon him a curse, much similar to the mages tattoo yet more sinister in nature. He were now forced to work for the hags and he contemplated how his destiny might be to just serve others as a slave.
For three years he worked for the hags. Yet unbeknownst to them, he understood the workings of the magic they practiced. He observed, and learned from the ignorant witches, who had thought him a mere brute. He looked over there grimoires whenever he cleaned their cottage, while they were out or attending something else. His knowledge of their art grew strong.
One night, a small viper slithered to him while he was about to sleep. At first it only looked at him, and he stared back, thinking; “If you come any closer, I'll step on you, snake”. Oddly enough a small sound within his head, almost like a thought, replied; “I'm here to assist you, Kurkosj half-orcen. Your understanding of the dark arts have grown to a decent level, but you lack knowledge. I can give you that”. The half-orc was astounded at first, but then remembered that the Hags usually had small vermin with them, and they seemed to talk and communicate with each other. “This might be my chance at grasping their techiques” he thought. Over the next months, they communed on a mental level, and Kurkosj's knowledge of spells grew.
At last, his powers had grown significantly enough for him to break the curse upon himself, and break loose of his cage. He fled the cottage with little but some bread, fruit, a few items stolen from the witches, a small cauldron and some ingredients. And he was still carrying his medallion.