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Rufus
Name: Grott
Gender: Male
Age: Roughly 45
Species: Troll
Abilities: Extreme Strength, Regeneration, Extreme Toughness
Weapon of Choice: Fists, or whatever is nearby.
Appearance: Around 7ft tall, Grott is utterly hideous in every way. His arms bulge out with muscle, and his stomach bulges out with fat. His skin is a grayish green color, his face covered in wrinkles. His skin is leathery and clammy to the touch, and is usual damp with sweat, grime, or something far worse. Grott has a wide nose, two beady eyes, and a few black strands only the most liberal of us would call 'hair'. His hands are also immense and his fingers are sausage like. He also smells. Bad. Finally, he wears nothing more then a loincloth more disgusting then himself, stomping around and doing whatever he wants.
Personality: Grott is abrasive. His personality and appearance go hand in hand; he is big and smelly and dumb. He's a troll, what did you expect? He spends most of his time lurking under a bridge, but he will stray to go find food. He has no favorite food, as he loves it all. But he seems to have a extreme dislike for goats, for a reason he will not disclose. Finally, Grott is easy to manipulate and trick, but don't expect him to be tactful about anything he does. Grott can speak (poorly), and socialize, but he is not one for making friends or even allies in some sense. The concept of friendship is foreign to him.
History: Grott was born as most trolls are, fighting and in the mud. Trolls like to stay under bridges and in caves, but whenever one gets 'in the mood' they go out searching for another troll. After a female troll gets pregnant, she will usually forget she did so. She usually won't even notice, because of a troll's fat body, and because they stay in the dark anyway, and so when Grott was born she may have thought he was an intruder or food. He fought with his mother for a little while before she decided he wasn't worth it and threw him out of whatever dark hole she lived in. Grott got to his feet and ran off, even as an infant, to go find his own hiding spot and to find some tasty animals or children to go snack on. He's lived a troll's life every since that faithful day; living in the mud and dirt, under rocks and bridges, and doing nothing but eating and getting into fights. Even if he manages to lose, he'll just lay down for a few hours and he'll be fine; trolls are renown for their patience if anything.
Other: Grott cares very lightly for the plights of others, and only actively participates in anything if their is a promise of food or some other troll-worthy prize. Grott is thinking about finding a female troll to go fight and make a baby with, but he doesn't really care. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, well he'll just eat some food and chill out under a bridge. Just another day in the life.
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