Uncertain of his creation or birth, Breg only recalls things from a
certain point in time. His first memory is of him in a fighting pit,
standing over a beaten down, hardly breathing dwarf. Uncertain if he was
the delivery method of the beating, he started to get confused, panicked and
fainted right there in the middle of the pit. The guards and Lords running
the pits called him weak and worthless. They followed the mental abuse with
a complete beatdown as well, and tossed him into a nearby alleyway in the
town.
Upon waking, he found himself in a cardboard box under the care of an older
lady. She bandaged his wounds, and give him medicine in hopes of a more
prompt healing. Upon near full recovery, she found out he couldn't speak
any language, at least known to her. She then took him under her wing for a
bit, teaching him how to speak a little bit and how to live a tiny bit as
well. She often had him trying to steal things, but his general mass
wouldn't make him too sneaky. So he often had to defend himself or just
outright take anything he wanted. Seeing his natural fighting ability, when
he was ready, she sent him to train in the ways of the Warrior guild.
Description:
Towering overhead is a pillar of stone and steel. As he meets your gaze,
a pair of unflinching diamond orbs stare down at you. As they swivel in
their sockets, bits of diamond dust float down to your head. A cornucopia
of various minerals make up the remainder of his features. His nose is of
sapphire, his teeth topaz, his lips amethyst, and his ears concave emeralds.
His skin is a granite that is so dense his movements seem impossible. Some
ancient, unknown method holds this mountain of minerals together. Yet
somehow he moves about, craning his head this way and that.