He was poor as dirt growing up, and decided to become a pirate. He joined a pirate crew at a young age, dreaming of becoming a captain himself. He gradually gained the trust and respect of his fellow pirates, earning some sort of prestige, but certainly no captain. He is a sight to see in a drunken brawl, and is quite a drinker!

They divide the treasure by the rule of thumb, as all honorable pirates do.

One day on watch, he sighted a laden down merchant ship. The order was given to give chase, and cannons, muskets, and swords were readied. But in his zealousness to board the ship, he put a little too much black powder in his pistols, disastrously blowing off his hands. The day was won, but his hands were gone. The crew got him two prosthetic hands as a consolation. It's what got him his nickname.

He seems to have learned his lesson, but still yearns for a fight.

In that treasure contained a map to some far-off treasure, but who would have known what the consequences were.

The ship and crew sailed onwards, through many storms, when the color of the water began changing. The biggest storm yet was upon the ship, and it seemed that the ship would be broken apart. The last thing Bogg saw while aboard was lightning striking the ship's mast. Bogg awoke to what seemed like many hours later on a shore, in his new hairy form.

He weighs around 270 pounds, and stands at around 220 cm.