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[center][b][h3][color=seagreen]Skjal, of the North[/color][/h3][/b][/center]
[hr][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7f/31/b2/7f31b23b9817940c6549f55a75695453.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][h3][sup][i][color=seagreen]"I'll kill whatever needs killing."[/color][/i][/sup][/h3][/center]
[b][color=seagreen]Age:[/color][/b] 22

[b][color=seagreen]Gender:[/color][/b] Male

[b][color=seagreen]Race:[/color][/b] Half-Orc

[b][color=seagreen]Background:[/color][/b] Years ago a woman lived in a village west of the great spires of the King's Pass, a vast range of mountains that can be seen from miles across the land. She was Skjal's mother, and sadly she never asked for him nor did she ever get a choice. A band of Orcish marauders came down from the peaks of King's Pass and pillaged the quiet village, taking women prisoner and killing the men as well as their children and the elderly.

It was too much horror for mothers to watch their daughters get brutally killed with their fathers and grandparents, some couldn't handle it and snapped mentally becoming catatonic. Their purpose were to bear children and be killed when they could no longer bear children, one such child was Skjal.

Growing up in an Orc tribe was hard for a Half-Orc like Skjal and his daily life consisted of constant abuse at the hands of those stronger than him, but he always had hope because of his mother. However she lost her use only years after he was born when he reached the age of manhood, she had loved him even despite her never getting a choice. She used to tell him human legends in secret, about heros and wonderful adventures and a man she called grandfather Jeoffery who was her father and an innkeeper. However one night after Skjal came to hear his mothers tales of adventure and heroism, all he found was her mutilated body.

That was the last straw for the young Half-Orc, after years of witnessing countless atrocities and experiencing many beatings at the hands of his fellow tribesman. What came next was a blur to him, most of what he can remember is that his vision turned red and he felt blinded by rage. He remembered the howl he cried at the top of his lungs and the taste of blood in his mouth, then when his vision cleared he was standing amongst the bloody corpses of his kinsman and holding an axe that was painted red and slippery in his grip.

He slew every last member of the tribe, and standing in their camp surrounded by the dead he fell to his knees and wept for his mother finally. Prior to leaving he built her a funeral pyre, taking the good things that never hurt her and placing them with her body so she would have the things that brought her joy in the afterlife.

He took the bearskin of the chieftain and wore it as a reminder of this day, and even years later he still wears it. He has spent much of his life travelling as a mercenary, killing whatever needed to be killed for coin. But still he often recalls the story's he grew up hearing and the man named Jeoffery the innkeeper.

[b][color=seagreen]Inventory:[/color][/b]
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[list][*] [b]Dire-Bearskin Mantle:[/b] [i]An old and worn dire-bearskin mantle once worn by the chieftain of the King's Pass Orcs.[/i][*] [b]Iron Reinforced Hide Gauntlets:[/b] [i]A large pair of gauntlets made from animal furs and reinforced with iron.[/i][*] [b]Furlined Steel-toe Boots:[/b] [i]A pair of large and heavy boots made of animal fur, and capped with iron.[/i][*] [b]Hide Trousers:[/b] [i]Trousers made from a patchwork of animal skins held up with a belt.[/i][/list]
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[list][*] [b]Orchish Steel Battleaxe:[/b] [i]A menacing battleaxe made from steel with a thick haft and a worn leather grip.[/i][/list]
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[list][*] [b]Dried Jerky:[/b] [i]x5 Pieces of dried and salted strips of jerky.[/i][/list]
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[b][color=seagreen]Goals:[/color][/b] Skjal is searching for his grandfather Jeoffery the innkeeper.
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