Gender: Male
Species: Ork
Height: 2 meters
Weight: 165lbs
Hair: Short black
Eyes: Gray

Typical clothes: Backwards ball cap, plain white t-shirt with a gray hoodie, blue jeans, gray bandanna with cris cross pattern hanging from his neck he could pull up over his mouth quickly if needed. Well worn tennis shoes.

Brick was originally a wage mage working for Haven Conclave as a police officer. He did his job well. Some might say too well as he was next in line for his Sergeant’s job. There had been suspicions that the Sergeant had been taking bribes from high up drug cartels to arrange police patrols during times and areas that didn’t affect their business and letting their ‘employees’ off easy if they got pinched. Brick started looking into it despite his partner warming him not to.

One day after a patrol, he was heading for the locker room when he was roughly pressed up against the wall and cuffed by the Sergeant with him screaming, “Ha we got you know. You thought you could just what what drugs you wanted out of the confiscation room? Not on my watch!” Brick looked through the doorway to see detectives pulling bags of contraband out of his locker. He knew he had been framed for looking where he shouldn’t have. The Ork had a hunch that he wouldn’t get a fair trial, so he decided it was best to get out while he could. He summoned a pistol in his hand and shot the Sergeant in the foot and made a break for it.

Two years have passed since that time. He ditched his home and kept off the grid working for cold hard creds only. Official places of employment would never accept him with a warrant out for his arrest. The only place to make any kind of living was in the shadows. He had the military experience and ability to perform most wetwork and bodyguard jobs that came his way. Most of the time, he protected the rest of his team while they did their part completing the job. He was good at what he did. Some might say too good...