Here is the back story for my Half Orc Cleric of the Tempest, Daizin
A sailor on the wide seas, an oarsman for a naval vessel, his size and strength making him a natural in the galley, Daizin was a proud sailor. While serving aboard the "Flayed Goblin", he would come to know the meaning of battle, fighting in actions across the oceans against pirates and rival navies.
During a thunderous storm, in which he and his crew mates battled a pirate ship, the lightning lit sky and boom of the gods roaring thunder, Daizin would be struck a fell blow, gladly placing himself in its way, as tithe pirate ships first mate attempted to sabotage the "Goblin", saving the ship and his crew. As he lay dying on the blood soaked deck, the salt and copper tang in his nostrils, one large tooth broken, an eye replaced with a piece of broken spar wood, a bolt of lightning struck down and found him, burning his soul and flesh. He heard and felt a voice ring through him, give him new life and energy with which to rise and quash the raging battle. So began Daizins life of prayer, to the gods of storm and sea, and to his quest to discover just which god it was that gave him favour for his bravery and sacrifice