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About Rexxor Raptorscale

Born on the border of Irrisen in the Realm of the Mammoth Lords, his life was like any other Kellid. Blessed with size and strength beyond any of his peers he grew to prominence in his night hunt tribe. But things began to rub him the wrong way. While he could be tactful, tact seemed like lying to him. He didn't believe in deceit or sparing feelings. Many Kellid were up front and honest, but even in a society where those values were held in high esteem there was still a social web to navigate. And that was a web he'd rather cut through. The smallest white lies were hard for him. He came to value solitude, but only learned that it was "politics" of any sort he was avoiding. Finding himself longing for companionship again he was touch and go with his tribe. Even the simplest of matters brought politics. Such as who had killed what in raids on orcs, witches, animals and giants. He had taken to using a giant's very ax so that no other wounds could be confused with his. Actions always meant more to him and he strove to avoid verbal confrontation. He never understood the jealousy others harbored for his gifts. What he viewed as a boon for his tribe others seemed to resent. Eventually he could take no more of it and struck out to hopefully find others of like mind. Race, color and creed meant nothing so much as another's actions. He found others from all walks of life that he could respect, maybe not with his wanderlust, but still kindred spirits here and there. He continues to wander in search of adventure and friends of like mind. Ever restless for the horizon. Trusting in his strength, toughness, and judge of character to carry him through any situation, if only just barely.