Background -Grew up around other group of trolls, knew his place, tried to antagonize others to fail. The group of trolls grew smaller and smaller until only he was left. He left in search on something. He came across an Orc, they looked eye to eye, sort of and knew that they could 'help' each other. One for food, the other for a weapon. Spent a small portion of his life with this Orc and would go out with their patrols time to time. Like a symbiotic relationship - they had to keep themselves at their best. The Troll was competitive with the Orc, looking to best each other. Over time he realized that he was becoming a 'puppet' and said no more - He wanted more - maybe have his own tribe - so he left (GM Vefick not around) He has spent the last majority of his life thus far out in the wilderness - surviving in the wasteland.

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Head surrounded by 3 gnarled looking Barnacle parasitic horns, they are not actual parasites, as was born with them. Been with me my whole life. The horns are rough to the touch and can cut deep. with showing no signs of stopping their growth. Have to keep rubbing my head against a tree, or a file stone to keep the length at best, similar to my tusks.

Body-Cluster of a large pustous warts, almost boil-like, along his body, arms, legs and spotted on his face. A permanent large, leaking wart cover the trolls neck. This one in particular seems to be the oldest. It has formed scars from trying to heal, unfortunately there are scars upon scars - always leaking...always trying to heal. There are so many covering his body, it can be difficult to move and with that they will explode randomly, from the lightest of twitch. Don't be near me though when it happens. You will be covered with an such rank and foul smelling liquid, that it will make you do things you'd never think of to get the smell off.

Accessory Magic Item - Relics of bone and teeth from a troll that was rather large and too cunning for his own good. A long kept trophy. Adorned on my body is a collection of teeth and bones, from a battle long ago. Another Troll who dared try to cross and take advantage of me. Strung together by bits of vine. Wearing with pride. Hanging from my neck, his teeth, covering my wrists, bones from his spine. On my face a mixture of my favorite pieces. Like a mask.

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Personality - Is wise enough to know when to ask for help. Me cannot do everything. While me be blunt and cold, the point is what want. Higher up on the food chain than you. I don't just blurt out all my thoughts, me think in brain, calculate - look for times of opportunity. I am not direct to violence, I could beat you easy; I am not that dumb, maybe you just next snack. I have much wisdom, me need smart communication, not always alone with thoughts. I could go eat a village if I am hungry, or just to terrorize and scare them have fun..maybe fight, then eat those that try to fight me. Thinks magic folk are weird - no strength - they call on something - I just have pure strength. I may look dumb, but I have better chance of seeing the little things than you, no matter how hard you try. If you nice to me, might not kill and eat you - I will go and fight to keep 'friend' safe, until you no longer useful.