R'kellor was raised by his clan after his parents died in a landslide. He rose quickly to the top of his peers in combat training to b warriors. His unmatched size and strength were accompanied by a soft heart and a fierce sense of companionship. When he was 15 he saw the chief's son abusing a smaller boy off away from the camp. He ran over and shouted at the larger boy to stop. He finally gave up on using words and tackled him to the ground. The chief's son tried to push him off but was unable to escape. He finally calmed down and R'kellor let him up. The chief's boy dived at his throat with a share stone knife and without thinking about it he slammed his hand into the smaller man's chest. As he did so he felt a deep primitive rage burning in his blood and long razor sharp claws ripped from his finger tips and sheared through his attacker rib cage, and lungs. R'kellor stood in trance trying to figure out what had just happened. He was awoken by the shouting of his tribesmen coming from the village brandishing weapons and torches. He ran as fast as he could and finally he couldn't go any farther. He spent the night in a deep cave.
For the last 10 years R'kellor has lived alone in the wilderness hunting for food and living in the same cave where he stayed that last night alone. In the heat of battle his hands still sprout dangerous claws but he prefers his hammer "Bear Shatter" a heavy instrument of death made from a large rectangular piece of granite lashed to the end of a long fire hardened ash handle.
