Hylgyr was born on the side of a mountain in western Serin. From the day
he popped out of his mamma he was rough and tumble, always scrapping with
his brothers and sisters and friends, playfighting and wrastlin' from dawn
until dusk. Learning to fight at such a young age made sense for Hylgyr,
for two big, round, bulbous reasons: he was an Ettin, and fighting is what
Ettins do.
Before long Hylgyr's battle skills among his tribes was second to none and
he earned the nickname Two-Head, because he had two heads. By the time he
reached his eighteenth year there wasn't even an adult within one hundred
miles who could best him in a fight. Frustration overcame Hylgyr as there
wasn't anybody around to help him hone his skills and improve his abilities.
There was no one to test him nor to force him to adapt and learn. Finally
one day his mamma and pappa sent him on his way to the cities, which were
the only places Hylgyr would be able to take his fighting skills to the next
level.
Description:
Towering twenty-five hands from gnarled toes to bald heads is a
barrel-chested mountain of strength and violence whose muscles tremble with
a raw power fueled by madness and a general contempt for the weak. His
lower half is the first thing you see, given that his waist is at your line
of sight. To say his legs are muscular would be an understatement you would
not want to speak to his faces. His knees are bent slightly, his center of
mass resting slightly further forward than a smaller creature's would be.
He rests slightly akimbo on the balls of his feet, which belies a nimbleness
you would not expect from a creature so large.
Looking farther upwards his torso comes into view. The skin on his chest is
pulled taught against pectoral and abdominal muscles fused against bones
like iron. The ashen grey hue of his skin gives the unsettling appearance
of discord and might. Massive arms with hands clenched in boulder-sized
fists erupt from shoulders knotted with sinew. His forearms are
crisscrossed with scars gouged into the skin purposefully for some insane
decorative or religious purpose.
At the peak of the creature's form rests not one, but TWO completely bald
heads. Giant maws of a mouths hang slightly open, just wide enough to see
ugly tongues. Wide, crooked noses the size of your hand sits flatly above
the beast's cracked and bleeding lips. The heads somehow co-exist and
represent two distinct yet similarly dim personalities atop the same
bruising body.
[reply to Conundo]