Name: Ninefingers
Race: Human
Class: Barbarian
Gender: Male
Ability Score:
Strength: 17
Dexterity: 13
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 8
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 11
Skills:
Athletics, Survival, Intimidation
Backstory:
Born in the snowy outskirts of the Empire of Vathis, Ninefingers grew among hard-edged clans far from the order of civilized cities. Orphaned young by border raiders, he survived on grit and the strength of his arm, becoming both a fierce brawler and a skilled woodsman. As a youth, he joined a notorious mercenary band where savagery and brotherhood were demanded in equal measure. His temper and unmatched ferocity in battle quickly gained him renown—and enemies. After an ill-fated night of bloodshed, an uncontrollable rage overtook him, leaving the battlefield and his former life behind a blur of violence. Fleeing into exile, Ninefingers wandered the wilds, haunted by what he’d done and searching for some meaning beyond slaughter. Now, he strives to master his darker nature while struggling to build a new legacy—one not written only in blood. Yet wherever he goes, his reputation and the specter of his past follow tirelessly.
Secret Backstory:
Despite his outward desire for redemption, Ninefingers secretly fears the violence still lurking in his heart. There are gaps in his memory around his worst rages, and rumors persist that his most brutal deeds led to the annihilation of an entire clan—something he suspects may be true, but cannot quite remember. Deep down, he’s terrified that he’s doomed to repeat past atrocities, no matter how hard he tries to change. He also suspects that a shadowy figure from his mercenary days is hunting him, intent on vengeance or forcing him back into old patterns of violence.
Age: 37
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Personality:
Ninefingers is a man forged by strife, his demeanor rough as winter bark yet threaded with surprising warmth for those who break through his walls. Gruff, practical, and often blunt, he greets the world with a survivor’s caution and a wry humor that masks old wounds. He despises bullies and refuses to let the helpless be trampled, yet struggles to restrain his furious temper when provoked. A life of violence leaves him wary of trust and haunted by guilt—every friendship is treated as a precious, fragile gift, and he is fiercely loyal to the few he dares to care about. Beneath it all, he yearns to be a better man but doubts he can ever truly outrun the shadow of what he’s done. His sense of honor is homegrown and flexible, rooted in a stubborn refusal to back down when lives are at stake. Ninefingers relates best to outcasts, warriors, and those who’ve faced their own darkness.
Appearance:
Ninefingers is a mountain-built human of imposing, battered stature—tall and broad-shouldered, his frame cut with the muscle of one who’s survived harsh years in wild places and rough company. His rough-cut, dark hair and worn beard are streaked with early gray. His weathered skin speaks to many seasons under the open sky, and the scars that weave across his arms and back tell tales of countless battles. He wears battered leathers patched with scavenged mail, practical for braving wild places and sudden fights. Most strikingly, his left hand is missing the little finger, the brutal mark giving him his name. His bearing is wary and alert, eyes shadowed but determined, walking with the restless poise of a man always halfway between flight and a fight.
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