Knag's story begins somewhere just outside of Timeran. His parents were
humble folk, mostly kept to themselves. Not much is known about them
though, as they fell to the plague. The years he doesn't remember were
probably his happiest. He was rescued by some scavengers who had the
decency to drop him off at an abbey in the shadier side of Timeran.
Apparently he had a stronger fortitude than his parents even at a young age.
The life in the abbey though was barely a life. As soon as he was able to
function properly he was put to work. Clean, cooking, whatever the masters
wanted. Abbey was a loose term for den. Drugs and all sorts of lude
activity. It was a nightmare for a child. The beatings started when he
began to think for himself, barely into his double digits and thoroughly
shook every day. Accosted and derived of food, sometimes for a week at a
time. They worsened as he grew old enough to handle it, sometimes so bad he
couldn't walk for days. He was a burden. That was what he thought. When
he was in his late teens and looking to be like he could retaliate and
actually do something, they decided it wasn't worth the risk and simply
kicked him out on his arse.
A sinister smile cracks upon his face, lips so red they appear to be
painted on with a brush. High arching eyebrows crown his dark brown eyes,
so deep in hue it nearly appears to be just a pupil. Knag's prominent
cheekbones are sunken, the skin pulled taut. His hair is auburn in color,
wavy and shoulder length. His shoulders are well rounded and flow into an
impressive trapezius. His arms bulge, bicep and forearm so large he
couldn't reach around them with both his hands, which are abnormally large
as well. Knag's pectoral muscles appear to be flexed and void of hair.
Abdominal muscles that are laboured on extensively stretch from groin to
chest. His legs are long and almost exactly twice the size of his arms.