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|  Grinst Gurar
Full Name: Grinst Gurar
Age: 18
Class(es): Barbarian
Race: Half-Orc
Subrace: Half-Giant
Alignment: chaotic good
Deity: None
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Appearance: A massive creature, standing just under eight feet tall, Grinst has obviously spent a hefty portion of his life as a laborer. His hands are chapped, and his muscles are large, almost too large for even his frame. Altogether, he seems good natured, but there is a temper to him. When he gets frustrated, or feels someone or something he cares for is threatened, he goes into a rage that instills fear into his enemies, looting loose a shout that feels as though it shakes the very earth beneath him.
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Background: Grinst was born to Ungretchen, his mother, who was a giant. No one knew who the father was, and Ungretchen never made mention of the humans name. When he was a youngling, she abandoned him near a farmhouse. Even at three years old, he wieghed close to 80 lbs, and could lift most things a grown man can. The farmer, Joric Burrow, took in the young giant, never having met a wife, and thus, never having children. He raised to boy as a farmer, teaching him to tend crops and create things with his hands, which Grinst enjoyed doing most of all.
When Grinst was fifteen years of age, he could lift wagons with his bare hands, and could perform the work of ten men. His father, as he had referred to the farmer, had become a successful tender of the crops, and was made wealthy by his sons work. Grinst and Joric got along well enough, like any father and son they had their moments of disagreeance, but nothing crippling. Grinst's biggest regret was that he was never given an education, and could not read. His made his concern known to his father, who seemed to realize for the first time that as much work as his son could do, he could not read the simplist of sentences.
Begrudgingly Joric pulled the old books out of the attic and decided to teach his son how to read in common, but before he could begin the instructions, he had a heart attack one morning while plowing the field. Unable to help his father, Grinst wept inside the farmhouse for three days, and realizing he would be unable to tend the farm without his father, he decided it best to leave and find a life for himself.
Since then, he has spent three years scouring the lands for adventure and wealth, living off the good will of others for deeds done. Always willing to help in a tight situation, and always willing to defend his friends, he has earned a name for himself as a simple farmer boy with a heart of a noble.
Over the course of three years, he made many friends, as well as many enemies. Though he was steadfast in his morals to uphold the honor of his father and his name, his temper soon became widely known. The land around his fathers farm soon became a dangerous place for him, as rumors circulated of him destroying entire buildings in fits of rage. Now, this was not entirely true, but nevertheless, the people feared him for his mixed blood. After some time, even his friends would not be seen with him, fearing the reprocussions of their actions.
What began as hate, eventually moved to violence, as it often does. While his temper was true, it was also true that normally, he would not hurt a fly unless it tried to hurt him first. Even then, he would avoid it if he could. Now with humans, he would never want to harm them. The people soon realize this, and taunted him, throwing rocks and stones at him wherever he passed. Even children joined in the "game" to see who could hit him the most. Many times, Grinst felt the desire to let go, to rage, and teach the humans a lesson, but he remembered what his father had taught him. The humans were little match for him, but that does not mean he should attack them. Rocks hurt, but only very little. It was the words that hurt him most of all.
After he turned eighteen, it was all too much for him. His face and name were known throughout the land as a monster, or a coward, or a vicious killing machine, or any other number of things the people chose to believe. Finally, one night, he left his friends suddenly, dissapearing into the night never to be seen again by those that knew him.
For months he travelled the land, seeking a place of tolerance, a place that might accept him. Often times he earned enough food to keep him alive by working on various farms, after the farmers had gone to sleep for the night, he would come in and tend to the crops, taking only what he needed to survive, but performing a weeks worth of work in return.
One night, while working on a farmers crops, he overheard the man and his wife talking about an outpost named Hlint, a place where Half Giant, Orcs, and Ogres were all accepted. The man cursed the land before falling asleep. Grinst decided that night he would look for this land called Hlint and make it his home, praying to whatever god could hear him that they might accept him for who he was.
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