Gargash Grassthrower
Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 8:20 pm
Race: Troll/human
Age: Early twenties
Profession: City Guard
Character Description:
Gargash stands as a massive, roughened figure of heavy muscle and fat. To men, he is overbearingly huge, but to other trolls, he is a miniscule, disgraced mutation. His hair is carefully sheared into a tiny, stubbly coating across his skull. His demeanor is placid and collected. His wettened, shallow eyes are unmoving and indifferent.
Weapons and Gear:
Gargash wears normal guard attire and wields a standard-issue greatsword one-handed, thick with rust and used more as a blunt weapon. A fiber bracelet is tied onto his left wrist, weaved by his mother.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
The ratio between his size and his intelligence is relatively good, but his muted, held-in emotions usually seem to get the better of him in unfortunate situations. He has occasional bouts of lucid cunningness and ingenious, but he's mostly dull. His unarmed combat skills are unmatched, and he's far more awkward with a weapon.
Biography:
By King's orders they travelled for nearly two years clearing out the northernest mountains of troll villages and their pestilent inhabitants. From months of harsh expedition and wearied travelling through grueling mountain passes, with only a barking, tough group of 16 other stinking men, any normal human male would grow ravaged with sexual frustration. This may be the reason that when Brian Carmag saw the vision of a hulking, grey-green woman through the fires of a ravaged troll village, his heart suddenly felt like it was floating on air. No matter the roughened, leathery skin, or the thick, masculine brow, or the jutting, yellow fangs, it had strong, curving hips and soft, bulbous breasts with a light fur draped across. To Brian, she was beautiful.
He took her away from the massacre and southwards, into the rolling green hills, under a sweeping, silverish blue sky. He made their home and they shared a love only they could understand. They bore a son, who took the troll name "Gargash," or "pond water," an honorable and beautiful name. He was raised healthily into his teenage years.
On a snow-chilled winter day, a wandering King's expedition stumbled upon the small inhabitancy and found the mismatched, human/troll couple with their teenage son warming themselves by the fire. What disgrace! the captain declared, and ordered the family destroyed. Both parents suffered fatal blows to the head, and the son was left half-alive. His mind wasn't what it was. He lost the creative imagination and curiosity that delighted his mother. He turned cold and emotionless, calculating and aggressive. He buried his parents and travelled southwest, vowing revenge. He passed countless desolate towns and cities, initiating pointless brawls to satisfy his frustration towards society. He gained the nickname "Grassthrower" for his behavior before combat, by madly slapping the ground and ripping out tufts of grass.
But as travel continued, starvation soon set in, and his ambitions changed. In Thar Shaddin, he had seen a posting for a city guard position and decided that a good job with a living wage is more important than his revenge, at least for the time being. So he enlisted, dedicating several months to basic training and finally earning the stained, foul-smelling cot in the far corner of the barracks, along with a set of custom-fitted armor, whose buckles still barely reached around his waist, and the heaviest greatsword in stock, which they figured he could wield more naturally, but was unfortunately made heavy only by the thick caking of rust across the blade. He is allowed very generous portions of discarded rotten rations of venison and rice. He could stomach it, they said, being a troll and all.
Age: Early twenties
Profession: City Guard
Character Description:
Gargash stands as a massive, roughened figure of heavy muscle and fat. To men, he is overbearingly huge, but to other trolls, he is a miniscule, disgraced mutation. His hair is carefully sheared into a tiny, stubbly coating across his skull. His demeanor is placid and collected. His wettened, shallow eyes are unmoving and indifferent.
Weapons and Gear:
Gargash wears normal guard attire and wields a standard-issue greatsword one-handed, thick with rust and used more as a blunt weapon. A fiber bracelet is tied onto his left wrist, weaved by his mother.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
The ratio between his size and his intelligence is relatively good, but his muted, held-in emotions usually seem to get the better of him in unfortunate situations. He has occasional bouts of lucid cunningness and ingenious, but he's mostly dull. His unarmed combat skills are unmatched, and he's far more awkward with a weapon.
Biography:
By King's orders they travelled for nearly two years clearing out the northernest mountains of troll villages and their pestilent inhabitants. From months of harsh expedition and wearied travelling through grueling mountain passes, with only a barking, tough group of 16 other stinking men, any normal human male would grow ravaged with sexual frustration. This may be the reason that when Brian Carmag saw the vision of a hulking, grey-green woman through the fires of a ravaged troll village, his heart suddenly felt like it was floating on air. No matter the roughened, leathery skin, or the thick, masculine brow, or the jutting, yellow fangs, it had strong, curving hips and soft, bulbous breasts with a light fur draped across. To Brian, she was beautiful.
He took her away from the massacre and southwards, into the rolling green hills, under a sweeping, silverish blue sky. He made their home and they shared a love only they could understand. They bore a son, who took the troll name "Gargash," or "pond water," an honorable and beautiful name. He was raised healthily into his teenage years.
On a snow-chilled winter day, a wandering King's expedition stumbled upon the small inhabitancy and found the mismatched, human/troll couple with their teenage son warming themselves by the fire. What disgrace! the captain declared, and ordered the family destroyed. Both parents suffered fatal blows to the head, and the son was left half-alive. His mind wasn't what it was. He lost the creative imagination and curiosity that delighted his mother. He turned cold and emotionless, calculating and aggressive. He buried his parents and travelled southwest, vowing revenge. He passed countless desolate towns and cities, initiating pointless brawls to satisfy his frustration towards society. He gained the nickname "Grassthrower" for his behavior before combat, by madly slapping the ground and ripping out tufts of grass.
But as travel continued, starvation soon set in, and his ambitions changed. In Thar Shaddin, he had seen a posting for a city guard position and decided that a good job with a living wage is more important than his revenge, at least for the time being. So he enlisted, dedicating several months to basic training and finally earning the stained, foul-smelling cot in the far corner of the barracks, along with a set of custom-fitted armor, whose buckles still barely reached around his waist, and the heaviest greatsword in stock, which they figured he could wield more naturally, but was unfortunately made heavy only by the thick caking of rust across the blade. He is allowed very generous portions of discarded rotten rations of venison and rice. He could stomach it, they said, being a troll and all.