Mongo
It was clear from an early age Mongo was not like other Orcs. He came to be known as a havoc-wreaking brute who punched horses and flattened buildings but could still make your heart melt with one line: ‘Mongo only pawn in game of life.’ Mongo chose to ride an Ox everywhere he went because he surmised that only weak hooman ride horses. One time, a sneaky elf shot Mongo with an arrow to the mid-section. Well this only succeeded in angering Mongo and in a fit of rage he drove his club into the Elfs skull, killing him instantly. Mongo then proceeded to make candy elf ears because you see, ‘Mongo like candy’; and when he finished enjoying them, he pulled the arrow from his thick hide and used it as a toothpick.
As an Orcling, Mongo was blind to the customs and courtesies of Illyrian society, for none of his kind could control or tolerate the untenable Mongo, so he was cast out of his village. This when he met the intelligent and respected Dorf, Rygar. One day, on his way to the diggy diggy hole, Rygar heard a commotion and came upon Mongo stuck in quicksand up to his neck. Rygar sprang into action and tied one end of his rope to his mule and threw the other end to Mongo. The little mule strained mightily to pull Mongo from the quicksand and just when all hope seemed lost, Rygar shouted a final order to the mule and a slap then grabbed the rope himself and pulled with all his might, and together heaved Mongo from certain death. The two bonded quickly with mutual respect, much in the same manor as a loyal dog and its master. Rygar was the brains and Mongo the brawn.
And so from that day forward, Rygar would teach Mongo the customs of Illy and guard him from being taken advantage of by those who would use Mongo for own selfish gain. And Mongo had Rygars back to ensure no man or beast would ever harm him. It was a true friendship built from mutual necessity and respect.