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| | name = Grumtass Feyborn
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| | gender = Male
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| | race = Svartalf
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| | player = Mezzy
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| | image = Grumtass_Feyborn.jpeg
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| | fullname = Grumtass Feyborn
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| | nicknames = Grumpy Ass
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| | age = Young adult
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| | deity = Odin
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| | alignment = Chaotic Neutral
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| | occupation = Raging and fighting
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| | sect = Ragers
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| | birthplace = Nidavellir, third layer of Ysgard
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| | height = Roughly 180 cm
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| | weight = 75 kg
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| | eyes = Red
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| | hair = White
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| | complexion = Dark grey-ish
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| | build = Lean Muscular
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| | features = Scarred
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| | skills = A brutal warrior, knows how to survive and travel the wild, a good listener, intimidating, taunting.
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| | gear = Chain mail, travel/survival equipment, greatsword.
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| == Grumtass, the honorable warrior from Ysgard ==
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| '''Appearance'''
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| He is big, for any sort of elf to be. Broad shoulders, muscular, lean, the perfect body for war. If it was not for his anger he could mabye be regarded as over avrage handsome, tho the grim expession he allways keep makes women flee, and he dont seem to mind to be left alone.
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| His hair is rough and it's easy to spot he does not care for how he looks. Mostly a tad greasy after wearing a helmet and fighting all day long.
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| Red angry eyes, mostly narrowed, and seldomly looks directly at anyone, even when he share words.
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| His skin colour is a bit more pale than the common darkelf, and this is just becouse he have spent more time above ground.
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| Over the skin he gets new ink done, close to every day, resembling the foes he have faced, and bested. The most eye-catching is the worg head wearing a kings crown. It was taken after he was given entrance to the Ragers and faced no other than the King of Ragers, Mack.
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| == His past: ==
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| It had been fortold a cursed child was to be born amongst the svartalfar, a child touched by the hand of Elistraee's own mother, Lolth. The reason was to corrupt the Ysgardian svartalfar to gain more followers with this child as her beacon for others to see and follow, luckily she did not foresee the childs personality, nor his parents determination and discipline and ways to raise their child.
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| Gryndaliir Feybor, the mother of the child had a dream one night, where Elistraee had shown her self in a vision of the future to come, and was given a warning that the child she was carrying was to be the cursed one. Of course she was shocked and in pain to resieve such a premonition, but as it was, she and her husband Raagar Feyborn, was determinded to rise their child nothing like Lolth had planed it.
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| Grumtass was born a strange night where nothing was as it used to be. Insects, specialy spiders had crawled from far and near to where the family had their home. During the birth Gryndaliir swore on her life she saw some thing while giving birth. A dark figure with a spider-like lowerbody had been with her in the spirit realm, ignoring Gryndaliir, and she saw her take her child away, cradling it, whispering to it, and touched it with her hands in strange ways, as it the dark figure had put her hand inside the child's torso and done horrible things within.
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| This had scared Gryndaliir and Raagar and all those who had been told of the horrific vision Gryndaliir had, but noone said they belived it, and blamed this to just be hallusiantion becouse of all the pain she was going trough. The spiders and other creeps however, noone mentioned for Gryndaliir, to save her from going mad from all she had seen.
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| Years later Grumtass had grown to become a tall and broad shouldered svartalf, taller than any other he had seen, and any other. Tho with the strenght and size came also a much stronger rage. True hatred had grown within him, the curse the Spider Queen had left within his heart. Every time it looked brighter for him, it flipped over to the worse. The smallest things made him angry, anoyed, angry and this ofcourse made life hard. Not only was this bothersome but it was also dangeroues, as his rage was only stopped when others stepped in and held him down from physicaly mutilate others who had been close to him at the wrong time.
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| It was a test among tests to have him home, to let him be in touch with the outside world. But they could not lock him in either, even tho he begged them to lock him up, or some times when the anger was at its peak, to end his life, to save them the trouble he was to them and everyone.
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| == Today: ==
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| Resently Grumtass had made up his mind. He could not stay longer. He could not be a burden to his kind and hardworking family and their friends. There was no other option. He had to go.
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| At first he thought it was far enough to live alone at a small secret place, away from anyone and any thing. This of course worked as a temporarly solution, and he lived as a lone hunter who survived only on the underground wilderness and what such had to offer a lonesome svartalf. But in the long run it was just moments before he would encounter someone, and then mabye hurt someone, or even worse, kill someone.
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| Becouse of all the what if's he descided to leave the entier world, and during his venture he came across the portal to Sigil, where he now wander, mostly alone, trying to find a way to control his rage within.
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| In Sigil he heard rumors of a great warrior and rager, Mack, who he watched as great inspiration for what he had accomplished, and wanted to join the sect Mack was in, The Ragers. There he wanted to see if there was a way to learn to contol his anger and his curse. But if there was no other way, this was a worthy place he could die by the sword, and mabye then in his after life it would all be better.
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