Hutto was born to a poor mother and father, his mother sold produce that
she grew in their meager plot of land, and his father cleaned stables for a
local lord. His father although hard working at times enjoyed too much ale
and gambled much more than he ever made, thus Hutto's family was thrown into
debt and he sold to pay it off. Hence began his long and misery filled
life. He was treated worse than any animal by those who owned him, they
beat him and berated him for any and everything. For almost his entire
childhood he was mistreated, the lowest point of his life was the night his
master required that he undress and join him in bed. Hutto, although
terrified, finally lost his mind that night, and beat his masters head into
nothing more than bloody pulp. After snapping back out of his red hot rage,
Hutto realized how liberating and how much joy he got from the feel of his
masters blood caking his hands, and decided he wanted to feel like this
always. Hutto snuck out of his master bedroom and silently packed his few
belongings into an old potato sack. That night he slipped away to a nearby
town call Darkhaven and slept upon the doorstep into the dark-knights
guildhall. Thus began his journey into the profession of the dark-knight.
Description:
Hutto stands a tall six feet five inches tall. His shoulders are broad
and his limbs long and swift. With old-world facial features and bright
blue eyes that sparkle with malice, he is classically good-looking. His
voice is deep but smooth as whipped butter, and his presence alone seems the
kind to make women weak and men afraid.
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