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Born on the plains of the frozen tundra, I grew up in a home of strict discipline and unwavering competition between my brothers. My father always pitted us against each other to gain the very best out of his sons. From an early age, I learned to defend myself against extreme odds and deal with overwhelming circumstances. No matter the weather my father would train us in the art of war, depicting grand battles in our small cave. My mother would tend to our wounds, but with the same strict behavior demonstrated by our father. My older brother Jindo was chosen by our clan to represent us in the summer battles. At the time I was too young for the competition, but I traveled with him to learn. His first battle went quite smoothly and he defeated a young dwarf without breaking a sweat. His confidence soared and he did not maintain the discipline our father preached. A sinister drow was his next opponent my brother not respecting his opponent was left with a gracious souvenir, a permanent reminder to never take an opponent lightly for now he could no longer use his left hand. My father no longer recognized my brother as his son due to the embarrassment he caused our proud family. I became the chosen son to lead our family out of despair and change our misguided fortune. The very next summer I battled all opponents of the lands emerging victorious. My family was showered with gifts and wealth beyond our dreams. My parents became so engrossed with wealth and notoriety that they began to feature me as an unstoppable beast ready for any battle. I relished the attention and savored the blood I would spill. Countless men tried their hand in battle, and many lost just that. On a cold and stormy night a giant of a man came to my father and asked for his permission to take me to train with him. My father laughed in his face as I watched, within a blink of an eye a massive club the size of two men came crashing down on my father killing him instantly. The rest of my family fled in fear, the behemoth of a man looked at me and said, "You are not scared?" I responded, "A beautiful death is all I seek, you have made my father a happy man, perhaps one day I will be so lucky."

The frozen heart

Born on the plains of the frozen tundra, I grew up in a home of strict discipline and unwavering competition between my brothers. My father always pitted us against each other to gain the very best out of his sons. From an early age, I learned to defend myself against extreme odds and deal with overwhelming circumstances. No matter the weather my father would train us in the art of war, depicting grand battles in our small cave. My mother would tend to our wounds, but with the same strict behavior demonstrated by our father. My older brother Jindo was chosen by our clan to represent us in the summer battles. At the time I was too young for the competition, but I traveled with him to learn. His first battle went quite smoothly and he defeated a young dwarf without breaking a sweat. His confidence soared and he did not maintain the discipline our father preached. A sinister drow was his next opponent my brother not respecting his opponent was left with a gracious souvenir, a permanent reminder to never take an opponent lightly for now he could no longer use his left hand. My father no longer recognized my brother as his son due to the embarrassment he caused our proud family. I became the chosen son to lead our family out of despair and change our misguided fortune. The very next summer I battled all opponents of the lands emerging victorious. My family was showered with gifts and wealth beyond our dreams. My parents became so engrossed with wealth and notoriety that they began to feature me as an unstoppable beast ready for any battle. I relished the attention and savored the blood I would spill. Countless men tried their hand in battle, and many lost just that. On a cold and stormy night a giant of a man came to my father and asked for his permission to take me to train with him. My father laughed in his face as I watched, within a blink of an eye a massive club the size of two men came crashing down on my father killing him instantly. The rest of my family fled in fear, the behemoth of a man looked at me and said, "You are not scared?" I responded, "There is nothing to fear, master teach me, I am your student."

This massive beast envelopes you in darkness as his rippling frame blocks out any visible light. You feel the muscles in your neck begin to ache as you look to the sky to see the razor sharp horns dripping with blood and hanging flesh. These horns point directly out at you eager to gore his next victim. His eyes are cold and dark, as he snarls saliva drips to floor splashing in all directions. There is a large tuft of hair below his chin braided with the fingers of children. From the top of his enormous head leading down his muscular neck, black hair flows back and forth in the wind. His arms are the size of human and his hands could palm a dwarf with ease. His rippling chest and core are scarred from his many battles. A torn loin cloth barely covers his midsection and his colossal thighs are flexed and ready to charge.

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Locked Horns Read to Charge

The frozen heart

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