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Rosbee was born the runt of a small tribe of orang-pendak. His father was unknown and his mother was known to have problems. His rearing fell to his indifferent grandmother and a tribe that saw him as useless. So it is a thing that Rosbee grew up in circumstances. His favorite toy was the rock he used as a pillow. He was underfed, undernourished, undereducated (even by the tribe’s standards), and seen as a burden rather than a fellow.

Then something happened. Someone really messed up. (Probably one of those hoo-mans that are all dead now.) A green greener than the jungle fell from Father Sky and engulfed The World. The rest of the tribe, deep in the family cave, didn’t even realize it happened. But Rosbee was not allowed to sleep in the cave and the strange energy washed over him. Overnight, painfully, he spontaneously grew to 3 times his previous mass. His fine pelt, once his only pride, fell out entirely. His horror gave way to a realization: he could be of use now! He was strong! He ran in to tell his tribe.

It went ...poorly. They began to howl and screech at the strange, hairless monster calling their names. Much dung was flung. The Patriarch’s arm may have been accidentally broken. Suffice to say, the tribe did not see the change as useful, but horrifying. He was exiled, never to return to his homelands.

Which, honestly, was the best thing that ever happened to him. Wandering the New Way World, he picked up the common tongue and found that outside of his inbred tribe, Someone of Great Strength is in fact very valued. He took to fighting with a vigor that surprised him. It was almost like his childhood had given him bad feelings.

Wandering and fighting and adventuring and soldiering and guarding occupied his time, but what he really wanted was a new tribe. A better tribe. He heard tales of a new settlement where anyone could earn their worth. He began to make his way.

Rosbee has learned to deflect from his depression with self-effacing humor. His common is odd and affected, and sometimes the simplest tasks can totally shut him down. Doors, in particular, are Known Bad Matters. But he has his saw and his other tools, and is ready to forge toward a better tomorrow.