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Grebburn
Grebburn Half-Thumb
| Name | Grebburn |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Orc Hunter |
| Age | 40's |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Around Ost Guruth |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance |
Grebburn is a towering brute of a man standing a head taller than most. His shoulders are broadly set as one would expect from a man who wields a large single headed battle axe to earn his living.
He opts to shave his head, for his hair no longer grows on the right side of his head on account of a large ugly scar brought about by a heavy blow to his skull.
Once encountered this man would not easily be forgotten with his grizzled features, pale eyes that bore right through you from beneath his thick bushy eyebrows. If upon the rare occasion he was to remove his left gauntlet in public, one would notice his left thumb is gnarled at the knuckle where the top half is missing.
Beneath his Armour his body is littered with many more scars both large and small.
((Still WIP)) |
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Background
A grizzled veteran amongst Orc Hunter's, Grebburn plies his trade mainly in the Lone Lands, working out of Ost Guruth alone or with a small band of seasoned mercenaries.
He has never spoken of his roots, or made tell of whom he considers kinsmen, he arrived in Ost Guruth a decade ago and returns from time to time to secure work and replenish his supplies. He was not seen for several seasons until he emerged again on foot sporting a large crush wound to his head, half of his left thumb missing and very little recollection as to how this all came about.
Grebburn's temperament has always been volatile, irrational and unpredictable, considering nobody a friend, only an associate. He settles most disputes with his large Battle Axe that he has aptly named "Facelifter" after a long adopted practice of taking the face of every Orc Chieftain felled by it. No one has ever crossed Grebburn Half-Thumb and lived.
His life has taken on an additional motivation, to find and punish whomever bashed his skull in, took his thumb and stole his horse, leaving him to die in the unforgiving Orc infested plains of the Lone Lands...
((Still WIP))
| Friends | Associates: Phedrig, Addrath, Alflen, Lymbled, Geor |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | Many throughout his life, but they tend to wind up dead. |
| Loves | A good contract, his work and coin. |
|---|---|
| Hates | Failure and loose ends. |
| Motivation | Coin and bloodlust. |
| Quotes | None Yet |
