He had plenty of time to perfect any skill he did. However, that also makes him his impulsive self as well as impatient. His hands are never idle. He learned to dress like a noble, speak with the booming articulation of a giant, and look down on "groundlings," even though he was technically one of them. His strength is impressive for an Orc, but to his family, he was delicate. He is a Giant Foundling.
“The Prince and his Patron”
His life changed when he wandered into a convergence of the Feywild, crashing a garden party hosted by Lady Sylaphora, the Duchess of Eternal Bloom. Now there is one story but two different versions (You be the judge). From his point of view, he stumbled onto a party, where he became the life of it; he dazzled the court with his intellect, charm, and physical prowess. So much so that he caught the attention of the host. A beautiful woman, regal in presence, he met true beauty, and to him, he conquered it. To him, he charmed her so much that she gave him a present. A magical power that makes a raw diamond the most polished and beautiful jewel that has ever been… he is the diamond in this analogy. However, from her perspective in her unfathomable ancient boredom, a gleam of entertainment, here walks unprotected, unaware, she found him absolutely adorable and all for her to conquer, to keep. She calls him her champion. He refers to the pact as a partnership. Zal-Varr genuinely believes he is the dominant one in the relationship, or at least an equal partner; he thinks she checks in on him because she needs his advice. She is watching him through a scrying pool, eating fey-popcorn, and cheering for her "favorite champion".