Cimarron began life at a disadvantage from the start. He was a very large fetus born to a relatively small woman. Labor became a troubled process in that she was unable to pass him by standard means. The labor also started when his mother and father were traveling, far from anyone who possessed magical abilities to heal. A cesarean section had to be performed by his father once it was clear he would not be delivered vaginally. Due to complications and a lack of healer his mother did not survive the surgery. Cimarron was also left without oxygen for too long during the labor process leaving his mental faculties permanently damaged.
His father was not able to handle the loss of his wife and Cimarron wound up in an orphanage as a result. It was quickly clear while at the orphanage that Cimarron's mental faculties were far delayed comared to his peers, but his physical development was extremely over-exaggerated. He dwarfed all other children his age by several inches, but more importantly he demonstrated a significant innate strength. The problem came in that Cimarron never developed mentally beyond that of a 4 year hold. When you couple this with his increasing size and strength you’re left with what equates to a Great Dane puppy…a complete lack of spatial awareness, no concept of his own strength and size, and an adventurous nature.
Despite the rough time early in life, and his mental deficiencies Cimarron has never displayed any form of distress at his lot in life. He is easily distractible, has a very poor memory, but most importantly he is quite the happy individual. It is difficult to have any kind of meaningful conversation with Cimarron, but most find him lovable and endearing.
Jumping forward a decade or so and we find Cimarron now fully grown. He is a massive man, with a deep, booming voice. When he speaks the sound is that of authority and power, but the words are belied by sentences that would only fit coming from a 4 year old. As he grew he never did learn self-control or a concept for his strength. He did learn some awareness for his size, though, after many a bumped head and bruised shoulders running through a doorway. He also somehow managed to develop a fondness for tiny creatures, particularly when they are fuzzy. This is the only case when Cimarron understands the concept of gentle touch. He also somehow managed to get his hands on a very large hammer. No one knows where he got it, but by its design it is clear it was once possessed by another exceptionally strong man who was likely a soldier. Now, Cimarron carries this with him everywhere he goes. The last person to try to take it away was the village blacksmith to look over its quality. Cimarron, again not understanding his strength began to lash out swinging his hammer around the blacksmith’s shop. The shop did not survive.
Cimarron has become more mobile these days. He’s constantly wandering off and chasing small fuzzy creatures. He tends to hop from groups and towns fairly frequently. He inevitably is taken in by a new, kind family and adopted by small villages without much time of idle wandering simply because he's so endearing. But, inevitably, he will wander off again and get lost with no concept of how to return to his last “home.” His various adopting families are often unable to find him easily, and are apt to not look very hard once the level of destruction he can produce is really felt. Thus, we find him here, with the current bunch of heroes where maybe his hammer can do some good.
