Raegar was born with his feet on the ground of the northern reaches of Tan-Dula. A product of the push for repopulation that happened in the decades after the Galomen arrived on their new shore, Raegar was largely unremarkable save, perhaps, for his immense size and his particularly ugly features. He grew up in a household that was devoted to the Galomen cause, which was the eventual rulership of this new land. His parents were loyalists but largely penniless, being that they were low society born and not intelligent or skilled enough to make the best of their lot in life.
Because of their poverty, Raegar was raised in squalor, hunger and soiled clothing his constant companions. He learned to fight for every morsel he could find, which caused two things. First, Raegar learned to put himself first...for no one else was bound to do it. And, second, Raegar learned to brawl and grapple with some of the best fighters that the city streets had to offer.
In time, Raegar parlayed his skill with his hands and his titanic strength into work, and he became a very low-level operative in the government of Gargan. His responsibilities were few and simple, but he took to them with the fervor of someone who had known hunger for most of his life. He currently works as a guard and enforcer for some of the minor players in Gargan, but his years of squalor have born in him a hunger to be something more.
