>>133785Traits:
>Cautious >Unrelenting Flaws:
>Shaky(Brozal's hands tend to shake all the time, and that makes him unreliable in ranged combat)>Inattentive(Brozal seems to be extremely absent-minded and pays hardly any attention to the things around him)Backstory(none of this has been proofread):
Brozal was birthed in a large tribal society of water orcs that lived inside of a cave system that was tucked away behind a waterfall. Life in the village was the standard for life in orc culture: a hierarchy established on the principles of strength and intimidation, with the weakly being trampled and culled to pave the way to higher strength for future generations. Brozal fit well as any orc in orcish culture should. He killed for the first time on his first birthday, when he was forced into a hole with another young orc of his age and forced to fight the other orc to the death while the two were both unarmed. Although he had been molded by the brutal ways of orc society before this, this rite of passage stuck with him and sparked in him a cruel and sadistic nature that would stick with him for life.
Although his tribe produced nothing of value and got most of its wealth and supplies from hunting, gathering, and raiding nearby townships and hamlets, there was still a lot of work to be done- mostly hauling things from one place to another. Despite only being one and a half years old, Brozal was tasked with hauling heavy loads of plundered loot from raids back to his village, and was beaten savagely whenever he slowed down or fell behind. He grew to fear the older orcs and knew to walk until his legs failed or he passed out from exhaustion lest the older orc tribesmen decide to beat him to death. This rough child labor helped him to become unrelenting in his physical endeavors.
A few months after his second birthday, Brozal woke up from his slumber to the sounds of battle. He leapt out of his hole in the ground and ran through various caves inside the cave network his tribe lived in. The young water orc encountered the corpses of dozens of orcs, and saw that all the underground pools of water in their layer had been turned crimson red by the blood of his brethren. With his heart racing, he hid inside of a chest and waited for the battle to end. Half an hour later, the orcling emerged from the chest and made his way to the waterfall that masked the entrance to his tribe's home, and he was not prepared for the true horror that awaited him up above. As soon as he walked around the waterfall, he was met with the sight and sounds of a large chunk of his tribe clawing at the sides of a pit while screaming and burning to death. He was frozen in place as the blood curdling screams of his kin stabbed and paralyzed him.
A large man in full plate noticed Brolaz and approached him with a trident in position to stab through the kid orc's skull, but the armored hulk hesitated for a moment and lowered his trident- electing to grab the child by the throat and drag him over the the other crusaders. The scarlet blaze of the flames mixed with the smell of burnt hair and baked flesh- motivating Brolaz to bite and kick the armored figure holding him by the throat. Failing to harm the figure, Brolaz was slammed into the ground until he passed out, and then the crusaders who had murdered Brolaz's tribe decided to spare him and raise him in the order due to his young age.
Life in the monastery was cruel and hard, but more forgiving than life in Brolaz's village was. Every morning he would get up and be forced to meditate(something he was never able to do) while kneeling in a tub of dried rice for an hour, and before being allowed to eat lunch or dinner, he would have to recite the tenets of Pelor and then hold a lit candle in both of his hands until they completely melted. Rather than being given a bed, Brolaz was given a sheet of stone to sleep on. Shunned and rejected by most in his order, he began wearing a cloth over his face to hide his identity, and this seemed to help quite a bit. Despite being socially stunted, he became a fine crusader and was able to learn the ways of persuasion from speaking to townsfolk and helping them with whatever they needed.
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Brolaz will sometimes repeatedly scream "Fire is coming!" while approaching enemies.