
| Full Name |
Rasslor and Koko Beware (yes I know it's supposed to be Koko B. Ware) |
| Race |
Half Orc Kellid |
| Classes/Levels |
Brawler (wild child) - 1 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
M |
| Age |
17 |
| Alignment |
CN |
| Deity |
Gorum-Desna |
| Languages |
Orc Common |
| Occupation |
Survivalist |
| Strength |
18 |
| Dexterity |
18 |
| Constitution |
11 |
| Intelligence |
7 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
7 |
About Rasslor & Koko Beware
Rasslor is the unfortunate and violent coupling of orc and human. A surprise raid left his mother's tribe in tatters and herself pregnant. Despite her rough and practical upbringing she couldn't bring herself to take the abortion inducing herbs. And indeed he did grow up a bit of a pariah and outcast. But this also drove him to connect with animals in a greater degree than most of his mother's Slothjaw clan did. Instead of this being more of a welcoming it became more of a jealous driven hate. The only love he received was that of his mother and the tribal animals.
His life would forever change shortly after his mother's death and he became more and more distant from the tribe. A traders caravan moving through the area interested in the exoctic fauna of the region sought trade. Amongst the many goods and various cages he saw a small animal. One unlike any he had ever seen before. It looked almost humanoid with dark fur and leathery skin and deepset intelligent eyes. An immediate connection and sense of kindred spirits bonded them. They reached out toward one another both sensing the pain of the other. The almost altruistic moment was suddenly shattered as a rod struck his outstretched arm, then face, and followed quickly about his head shoulders and back until he withdrew and ran. The focus of the keeper's ire immediately switched to the ape as he escaped.
Feeling no love from his tribe and with his mother recently passed his mind was immediately made up. In the early morning hours his resolve was still just as strong. Finding the cage he took a crowbar and busted the lock freeing the ape that immediately jumped into his arms and held on for dear life. Wasting no time in the tender moment he so rarely expierenced Rasslor turned and ran south. South, away from home. South, the opposite direction the caravan was heading. South, to a new life that would be filled with adventure.