Karzhk Siegefist was born and 'raised' deep beneath the surface in what
is known as the Underdark. The mother was sickened by this grotesque baby
that spewed forth from her body. The father was proud to have a son,
someone to train and take command when his time comes. With a somewhat
happy arrangement, the mother left and the father kept the child to raise it
alone. To raise it as his ancestors had been, as a warrior. It started off
small, wait until the thing walks before you start beating it with sticks.
Wait until it can stand before you start whipping it with cat o' nine tails.
On and on this went, Karzhk Siegefist knew no better, for it was all he
knew. Years passed. Years and years passed. It was his sixteenth name
day. His father told him he had no more tests, no more beatings for the now
older Karzhk. His father looked him in the eye, uncommon in Duergar and
especially his father, "Your only test is to exit the Underdark and prove
you and our kind are not what others make us to be. We are what we make us
to be. Go, show the surface dwellers what you are capable of, what we ALL
are capable of!! ' Without speaking a word, Karzhk nodded and executed an
about face and marched off towards the nearest hole leading upwards. Not
once did he look back. Not once did he even have an inclination or feeling
to look back. His destiny now stood afore him in a very alien world that he
would have to adjust to.
Description:
Standing four and a half feet tall and weighing just over two hundred
stones, this Duergar has all the appearances of a fighter. His scraggly
hair is black in color and hangs loosely about his shoulders and face. Deep
set fiery amber eyes peer intently outwards from their sockets, shifting
with ease as he observes his surroundings. His nose has been broken several
times over and never healer properly and a wheezing noise can be heard from
within. His beard is well kept, it glistens with various oils and has been
tied off and twisted with beads and gems. Scars crisscross most of his
visible skin, their dull white a stark contrast to his ash gray skin.
Corded muscle knots the length of his chest and arms and his hands are
calloused and well used. Metal studs have been fused to his already overly
large knuckles.
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