Krieg
General of Blingdenstone Krieg (a.k.a. Krieg the son of the Seamother, licker of Red dragon egg, King of Blingdenstone)
I'm gonna beat that motherfucker with that other motherfucker.
Physical Description
Facial Features
Awesome Beard
Special abilities
Kill stuff
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Of my parents, I only knew my mother. She was gentle and sweet, a teacher in the village I grew up in. We didn't have much, didn't need much either. We lived off the land and the few things we sold when we had the chance to cross the path of a town, nomad people tend to live light.
She never mentioned my father much, I only ask of him once, I was a child back then, I could see she had trouble answering, her face freezing in a cold smile. I didn't want her to feel pain and never discuss it again.
It was different with the other kids, that's how I learned the night of my, and few others conception.
The camp was attacked by raiding orcs, torching the few belongings we had, killing the men, forcing themselves on the women, my mother being one of them. She owes her life only to a small company of rangers, who had been followings the orcs for a few weeks. They made quick work of the orcs, my father died screaming for Gruumsh to save him, at least that's I what I like to think.
The few survivors gathered and continued their exodus. A few months later, I and a few others came to this world. I never felt unloved by my mother, never felt the hate humans have towards the orcs. We were happy.... for a time.
That's' the downside of living in the wilderness, you can only count on few and mostly yourself. Sixteen winters had passed, they came while we were collecting firewood, they didn't see the light of morning.
At their sight, I was fueled by rage, grabbing my favourite tree cutting axe, I made them fall like trees, their body giving no resistance, my blood pumping like fire in my veins. The memory of the battle is still blurry to me.
I regain consciousness surrounded by guts and blood, the camp was saved, but the look in my mother's eye was too much to bear. I distance myself, following them from a distance. After a few skirmishes and no out of body experience, I regain confidence in myself.
The thing with orcs they don't have strategies, they march upon you, thinking their strength will be enough to win battles.
Drows though, Drows are different, they attack at night, strike swiftly, using poison and disappear, rending you mad. One by one my people were taken, and one by one our strength lowered until there were only me and my family.
The poison took my mother, her frail body could not withstand the fewer induce by it. I managed to kill three before my vision went blurry, I woke in this damn cell waiting to know my fate.
Gender Identity
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Education
Self-taught and the elder of nature, the hunt teach the young about everything then need to know about surviving
Employment
No employment per se, giving an helping to the tribe, was pretty good at woodcutting
Failures & Embarrassments
Couldn't save my tribe
Mental Trauma
Gave his mom a mercy kill, seen his tribe get killed/picked up one by one
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Protect the one I loved the most, I'm here to protect the ones who cannot fight
Likes & Dislikes
Beers, bears, beets battlestar galactica
Virtues & Personality perks
I'm reallll good at killing stuff
Vices & Personality flaws
Gnome juggling
Hygiene
What?
Social
Contacts & Relations
Brynhildr , the twin bear tribe
Family Ties
Mom, Eli, passed away.
Kids?
Religious Views
Fuck the gods, they didn't helps us, they never will.
Hobbies & Pets
François
Wealth & Financial state
Don't care about that
Alignment
Chaotic Good
Current Location
Species
Year of Birth
1373
31 Years old
Circumstances of Birth
Mother was raped by an orc, who was quickly taken care of by rangers.
Birthplace
Somehwere in the north
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Black eyes
Hair
Bald, awesome beard
Height
7'0"
Weight
210 lbs
Quotes & Catchphrases
''What?'
Aligned Organization
Other Affiliations
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