Gorodan is a male ork, 197 cm tall, weighing 101 kg, with dark black hair, tan skin, and intelligent hazel eyes. He has an easy smile and an easy laugh, and an affection for white linen business suits, although occasionally for humor he'll wear canvas shorts, shirt, and pith helmet. But only when among friends. Astral perception will reveal that he is mundane, and has quite a bit of replacement parts (essence 1.45).

Growing up on the mean streets of Chicago, Gorodan learned from the very beginning what it takes to survive when the deck's been stacked against you. Homeless by the age of eight, his parents dead to Vitas by eleven, he lived a life of starvation and thievery marked by infrequent beatings from older children and even less frequent meals from the various charity kitchens around the city. Things became marginally easier after he completed his goblinization at age fifteen, but the beatings from larger children only changed to beatings from anti-metahuman gangs. He learned quickly to run with a friendly crowd and quickly became a member of an all ork gang that controlled several blocks of territory.

Street lessons, coupled with an innate shrewdness allowed him to rise through the ranks of the gang and to extend the influence and power of their operations to encompass several neighborhoods. Success naturally breeds enemies as well, and had it not been for an external intervention, Gorodan might have fallen prey to an ambush setup by several rivals inside the gang, envious of his quick rise to power. As it was, an independent businessman, privy to the inside machinations of the gangs along Chicago's south and east sides, called Gorodan into a meeting. His interest lay in utilizing the latent abilities he perceived within the ork; cultivating natural talent with schooling and training. After some thought, Gorodan accepted, and travelled to Boston.

After two years at a Corp-backed school outside of Boston, Gorodan was transferred to Seattle, to attend a program at the University of Washington campus. While not in any particular graduate program, the move was prompted more by the need to avoid a traceable path. It was at this time, roughly six years ago, that he made his first contact with a fixer who called herself Fury. She didn't explain a whole lot about herself or her interest, merely that she could offer a better employment package than his current patron could. He told her he'd think about it.

A short seven months after that meeting, Gorodan was back in Chicago to begin service with his new employer. This consisted mostly of management and administrative tasks of several outsourced operations. He regularly shuttled back and forth between Chicago, Milwaukee, WI, Gary, IN, and occasionally as far south as St. Louis. After only a year, though, it became clear to Gorodan that advancement within his current organization was extremely limited, and he made efforts to contact Fury again to inquire as to the status of her job offer. As luck would have it, their meeting took place out of town on a day that would become infamous in Chicago history: the day the CZ went up.

Fate had, it seems, once again moved him out of harm's way, and he accepted Fury's offer of employment with one caveat: never to work in or near Chicago again. Once that understanding was conveyed, he accepted the next post available. Which was as far from his homeland as he could possibly get. Never one to shrink from a challenge, he travelled to the Free City of Sekondi and set up shop there, officially taking charge of Fury's operations in that area two years ago.

Gorodan is extremely loyal to Fury, and will go to great lengths to accomplish the tasks she requires. He will also bend over backwards to help any of her operatives that happen to be travelling or employed in his area. The small shop he runs is located in the middle of town, on a first floor building, and is something of a general store, with all manner of trinkets, equipment, weapons, food and candy, and small souveneirs from Seattle for sale. He treats everyone with respect, and enjoys talking to travellers, especially metahuman travellers.