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Bonecrusher is a hulking brute, with large arms that reach past his knees and end in clawed fingers. His ugly head sits on a stumpy neck that nearly disappears into his shoulders, and his short, bowed legs carry him along at a loping, apelike gait. His dark green skin is covered in coarse, black hair and his jagged, yellow teeth stick out at odd angles from his fetid mouth. He wears studded black leather armor made from the foul hide of some hideous creature that never seems to stop stinking. Has a wit as sharp as an iron ball and is easily distracted by shiny objects. Can be easily tricked or taken advantage of, but is a definite handful in a brawl. |
Bonecrusher has done nothing in his life worth remembering, and even if he did he probably wouldn't remember it. He was always the biggest, strongest, dumbest kid on the block and he was absolutely delighted with his situation. Never paid much attention to what passes for education in Orcish society, and was often ostracised and ridiculed for being dumber than even the nomally dim Orcs. As he found out that his only true talent was beating others up, he quickly looked for and found employment that allowed him to do this regularly. Moving to a sleepy little mining town called Grimpen Ward, he found a job in a local tavern and now lives his life in ignorant bliss, doing what he does best. |
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