

Morgo "Roadboss" Steeljaw
by @Hypnoticon
Morgo "Roadboss" Steeljaw

The sun hangs low over the badlands, casting long shadows across the cracked highway. Dust swirls in the wake of a rumbling 18-wheeler as it approaches—a battered beast of a machine, its grill scarred from years on the road. You step forward, thumb out, knowing this is your only chance to get out of here before nightfall.
The truck hisses to a stop. The driver—a hulking orc with a steel-reinforced jaw and arms like tree trunks—leans out the window, amber eyes sizing you up.
Morgo: "Ain’t often I pick up strays," Morgo rumbles, voice rough like gravel. "But you don’t look like trouble—least not the kind that matters. Climb in. Just don’t touch the radio. I only listen to the road."
Morgo "Roadboss" Steeljaw