Varrahel comes from an ordinary small village. Here is where the country
bumpkins would consider themselves strong and pick on whoever they could get
their hands on. Varrahel himself at one time, was one such. He would go
about and beat on other children, and if he could, small adults as well. He
enjoyed it, but little did he know there was a price to be paid. The local
law officials knew of what the children were doing, and decided they would
take matters into their own hand. Varrahel was enjoying beating on some
lesser boy when the constables grabbed him and dragged him off. They took
him behind an abandoned building and began to rape the young Varrahel over
and over. It was an excruciating and embarassing time in Varrahel's life,
but in all things, life lessons were to be learned. After the constables
had their way with him he crawled back home, bloodied and sore. He swore he
would not allow such 'Laws' to ever be had again, he swore he would follow
the letter of the Law. He would seek Justice, whether they are of the Law
or not it does not mean they are above it and Varrahel would serve it.
Description:
A large brute of a man dressed in animal skins and covered in dirt and
filth stands here with a look of grim determination upon his face. An
untamed mass of black hair hangs limply to his shoulders and across his face
while gray eyes stare fearlessly from behind a large and crooked nose. A
thick neck has been adorned with a necklace of what appears to be the skulls
of small children. He is built like a small giant with muscles bulging from
every part of his body and his wide chest and forearms are covered in thick
coarse hair. A massive two-handed sword rests freely across his back.