Name: Krobb

Race: Troll

Appearance:
Krobb is a troll, trolls are big and not overly pretty fellows. Krobb is an unusually good looking troll with his bright blue eyes, flowing blonde mohawk and fair skin (for a troll).
He is about 2,5 metres tall (3 if straightening up) and carry some sort of armour with his pretty guard star.

Age: Ummm, he is kinda young.... for a troll....

Former Proffesion: Before joining the guard Krobb followed the footsteps of his father and worked on becoming a freelancing bridge toll manager. (Extra fee for goats.)

Skills:
VERY robust: Krobb, being a troll is very robust. Troll skin is monstrously thick and resists most acids to most weapon attacks with ease. Krobb is also very very strong, able to lift cows with just a bit of effort.

Troll appetite: Trolls can eat anything, and do. Rocks, wood, meat, that strange bottle (crunchy), you name it. Trolls merrily eat things that would kill other beings without any problems. They can go long periods of time without food, but they will complain.

Thick: It's not just the trolls skin that is thick, his brain is as well. Krobb is a very knowledgeable and intelligent troll, which on average puts him on being more clever than a chair... most of the time.
At times he has shown great cleverness, outwitting smart animals like cows and chickens. This makes him very proud.

Scary: Trolls are not normally city living fellas, in fact they are seen as dangerous monsters by most. While this is true with most trolls, Krobb unlike his brethren is not a monstrous brute.
So while being rather nice, many people fear Krobb, either because of his visage or his massive muscles and weapon.

Personality:
Kind gentle giant, means no harm and enjoys life. Has a really easy time making friends with small birds.

History:
Being such a pretty troll meant he was seen as some sort of abomination among his kin, while not ostracized, he was shunned. Sad and lonely he left the marshy forest of his former home and went to search for a new life.
He brought his nice club and the clothes he had made with his own hands.

He never found any bridges that needed a freelancing toll manager, most were already occupied and the ones that didn't were not very nice bridges, either far too big or too small.
Toll management is important business, and knowing your own skill is as important.

Saddened by the lack of need of his family business, he went on.
He found himself entering some sort of city, he had heard about cities before and this made him very excited. So he entered.
He didn't really understand the need to scream and run away or to poke him with metal tipped sticks that some were doing, but he assumed that was normal for city people. So stressed they were, not able to calm down.

He really enjoyed the market, lots of food which he ate and interesting things, some of which he ate. He didn't understand the need to jump out of sight as soon as they saw him though, and some of the others were actually becoming annoying with the pointy sticks, even though some of them were getting tired.
It was about there a man walked up to Krobb and explained in forest speak that he had broken the law. But Krobb didn't remember breaking anything and was confused.
With great effort the man managed to explain the concept of laws, to some extent, and that Krobb had to follow him to the prison for being a criminal.

Krobb was sad at this point, disappointed that he was a criminal, and that he hadn't managed to make anything better of his life than being a simple criminal. What would his mother think of this?
He spent many days in the cell, tearfully eating the stones from the walls and the metal bar door. With only the single man able to speak to him.
The man told him his name was 'Remik Tollb', a druid. That was brought in when the guard couldn't stop Krobb's "rampage" through the streets. Krobb expressed his feelings for Remik which felt sorry for the poor being and promised to teach Krobb the common language here in exchange of being a good citizen.
Krobb was overjoyed and gladly accepted, and explained he wanted to help people, and make sure there were no people doing bad things.

Krobb lived with Remik for some time after the druid adopted him, and actually inherited his few possessions when he died. This of course saddened Krobb and he vowed to do good within the guard which Remik had managed to arrange a workplace at.
Sure, it was one of the worst districts, but Krobb didn't know that.
As proof he was a member of the prominent city guard, he was given a gold star (made from brass, and not at all the only way the guard could without spending a fortune on cloth show people Krobb was in fact a guard.)

So for the last few years Krobb has assisted the city guard on 11th "Chopping street" (which only at times was misinterpreted.) But was to be transferred to 22nd "Cleaver street".
And of course no one told the Cleaver street guards this fact.