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[B]Username:Jotunn[/B]

[b]Character Name: Surd "Darkmane" Thruggson[/b]

[b]Race/Species: Khalahar Half-Giant[/b]

[b]Gender:Male[/b] 

[b]Age:35[/b] 

[b]Career/Class: Caravan Guard[/b]

[b]Weapons:[/b] 
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[*] Steel Longsword
[*] Leather Sling
[*] Weighted Gauntlets
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[b]Physical Description:[/b] 

	Surd is a mountainous man, almost comically bulging with muscle. He stands seven feet eight inches in height, and over six hundred pounds in weight. His head is buried beneath a mountain of knotted, wavy black hair, and his face almost entirely obscured by an equally thick and messy beard. His eyes and nose are all that can be seen through the mess. His eyes are bright amber in color, sitting deep in his skull, under a perpetually furrowed brow.
	His skin carries a smooth brazen tan, stained over decades in the sun-baked fields of Khalahar. His hands and feet are calloused and weighty, and often act as his main weapons of choice. In spite of the brutish blood running through his veins, he stands straight, and walks proudly. His body is covered with many old scars, as well as many newly acquired scrapes and bruises. 

[b]Armor:[/b]

	-Chainmail tunic
	-Iron gauntlets and shin-guards

[b]Equipment/Other[/b] 

	-Cloth pants and under-tunic
	-A large wooden shield
	-A bag of 40 metal pellets
	-Leather water-bag
	-A bundle of leather strips
	-A jar of salt

[b]Mental Description/Personality:[/b] 

	Surd is imposingly silent. He speaks very little, and uses as few words as is required to make his point clear. He doesn't present himself as arrogant or confident, due to his size. Rather, he bears a great resemblance to a bear. His acts and speaks almost purely out of utility. He presents every person he meets with the same basic respect, that he is a tool to them, and they are resources to him.
	On days where he isn't occupied by a job, he sleeps late into the day, and walks at a snails pace. When nothing is required of him, he resonates a deep sense of peace and simplicity.
	When he is confronted by aggression, he responds quickly and violently, again very much like a bear. His aggression remains unending, until he believes all threats and annoyances to him have been pacified. Unless it is required of him, for the completion of a contract or major goal, he refuses to run from a fight.
	In spite of his size and appearance, he is far from a slob. He eats slowly and deliberately, and walks with a level of distinction.

[b]Goals:[/b] Surd has a dream to obtain a great fortune, that he may bring it back to his village, and see the village turned into a notable holding in the world. As it stands, his tribe is far to obscure. He intends to change that.

[b]Background/History:[/b] 
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[*] 	A bastard child of a giant and a human. Surd's mother died in child-birth, leaving him to be raised by the locals of his small village.
[*] 	As an adolescent, he experienced grotesque growth-spurts, becoming increasingly large and strong as his giant-blood became more prevalent. While this was a curse to him personally, it was a great blessing to his village. His newfound size and strength allowed him to scare off many bandits and raiders from the village. As he grew larger and larger still, he became something of a spiritual figure, a blessing of prosperity and security. The village elders taught him of the ancient spirits and demigods, that composed the mythological history of the village. They trained him to act cold and reserved, to embody the demeanor of the gods. 
[*] 	As word of his strength spread, he gained invitations to tournaments, as well as contracts guarding caravans and dignitaries. All of this became his way of blessing the village that called him their protector. Soon enough, he was able to afford armor, and then hire guards to look after the village while he went on longer and longer expeditions. 
[*]	 When he was confident that his village could look after itself, and was no longer a target for local bandits, he left for good. 
[*]	 Since then, he has worked in the service of various companies and lords. Now he rides a supply caravan, transporting goods to Starkvale.
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