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Name: [Unknown]
Alias: Voruger (Voh-rue-grr)
Age: 22
Height: 6'6" (1.98m)
Weight: 400lbs (181.4kg)
Sexuality: Asexual

So I've recently gotten into some Ironclaw shenanigans.

Originally I wanted to use my gnoll, Greifer, but that would have meant taking the time to make a custom race. But then when I sat down and actually looked at the defaults, in relation to how Greifer played in his D&D days, I realized I could easily shift him to a bear and just roll from there.

So here he is! He's a Pit Fighter, primarily using his claws and splashing in wrestling moves. His left pupil is constantly dilated due to anisocoria. So he keeps a bandanna over his left eye to help filter some amount of light.

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The following text is Voruger's back story, relevant to this particular Ironclaw custom setting. Some details are left intentionally blank for the GM to work with. All segments are told from the perspective of others.
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Age 6 (Father)

We sent my wife to her final resting place today.

Not as many people showed as I would have hoped. Being fringe nobility will have that tendency. Most of her family couldn't make it due to the travel on such short notice. However, it was willed that some of her ashes be sent back to Kurrigstaag. I always forget that she hailed from so away.

So now it is just me. Well, me and our son. I just hope that we both can do her proud. He certainly gained her stubborness, if anything.

Age 10 (For Hire Housecarl)

The boy is up again. Looking for his father. Suffering from nightmares, I suspect.

His father usually hires our company to protect his home when he goes on business trips. Though I can't imagine he's doing all that well, considering he has to keep hiring us instead of having a permanent housecarl. Granted, as most of his trips tend to put him in the area of Hasshin, it would be almost a joke not to assume that his business trips are more debauchery runs.

His son is large for his age. I would suspect he got that from his mother, for his father is certainly lithe for a bear. Almost a solid head taller than he should be for his age. I could imagine someone like him making a good living as a soldier here in Malova, or even in Ipsoma. Just so long as he keeps his head right.

Here's hoping the Mother Goddess smiles on him.

Age 14 ([Gambling Hall Owner] Enforcer)

This is single-handedly one of the most cold blooded actions I've seen in a while.

The boss sent us on this long trip to Malova to collect on debts from his gambling hall. Some folks were easy enough to get the coin from. Some resisted, which meant we got to have some fun knocking them around a bit. But this guy.

Almost everyone knew that he didn't have the money to pay us back. Boss expected us to break a digit, or even a limb. But as soon as he realized who we were, he just told us to take his kid. No second thought, no prolonged discussion, no barter. He simply promised never to show his mug again, and to take his kid.

Needless the say, the fucker wasn't easy to corral. Maybe the boss can find a use for him.

Age 17 ([Gambling Hall] Security)

Voruger has been on a bit of a tear recently.

I remember a few years back when they dragged that bear kicking and screaming into the place, crying for his mother. Pretty sure he maimed a dude by complete accident.

Since then? He's become extremely subdued. I don't think what happened to him was natural. He could be an absolute menace in the pits, tossing around his opponent like ragdolls. Bear hugs, grappling, suplexes, teeth and claws, nothing slowed him down. But then just a single word from his handler, he became as docile as an old dog. A strange sight to see someone his size, dripping blood and viscera, kneeling next to the handler and receiving pets and scratches behind his ear.

I wonder what they're doing heading to the champion's chamber. Only time they take folks there is if it's food, medical or a harlot.

Age 19 ([Rival Gambling Hall] Ruffian)

I love the smell of chaos in the evening!

Boss got tired of [Gambling Hall] pulling our customers and killing our fighters. So he told us to burn that place to the ground! Ohhhhh ehehehehe fire fire!

Prostitutes screaming, patrons trying to get whatever cash they can as they flee! Drink the wine, slap the bartender!

Gotta find that bear! Declaw, de-fang, destroy! That fucker cost boss a lot of coin and he wants revenge!

Did... did he just bite that guy's face off?

Shit! Uhhhhhh... Yeah, I'm getting out of here before I'm next!

Age 22 (Traveling Merchant)

Was never one to believe in the Followed Path, but this wanderer may have changed my mind.

The Hagrusian Civil War has been treating me kindly ever since it started five years ago. Troops need to eat, and the company I represent is very good at the ration creation game. But we keep forgetting that bandits roam most of the main roads we have to use. And I was in such a case, highwaymen trying to unload my cart.

That's when the bear came lumbering down the road. Wide brimmed hat, a length of red cloth covering his left eye. Well traveled, but still sturdy cloth clothing underneath leather armor that seemed fitting for a bandit or a mercenary. The highwaymen didn't take too kindly about an extra witness, and tried to make him a victim.

Five minutes later, the whole lot of them were in the process of putting my items -back- onto my cart. Well, all but one of them, who wasn't going to be bothering anyone anymore. They then scattered soon enough, least not before spatting out expletives and warnings to the pair of us.

I tossed my coinpurse to him. He simply took some of the coins inside and tossed it back. He then added about a weeks worth of rations to his satchel, then asked which way Malova was.

What he plans to do there, I don't know. Nor did I really intend on asking. I wish him luck, though.