Thump

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Name: Thump
Age: 20
Race: ¾ Troll
Height: 8’1
Weight: 180kg

Physical description:

Possessions: Only a sack to store food and other basic necessities he finds and a battered gold shoulder guard hanging around his neck on some rope as a keepsake.

Powers and strengths: Troll strengths: Although with a rare genetic disorder that makes him physically weaker than the average troll, Thump is much stronger than a human, able to lift a wooden cart with ease and smash it over his head, though admittedly rather uncomfortably. His regenerative abilities aren't exactly on par of most trolls, unable to fully heal serious wounds on his own body's abilities, reversing the loss of a single small limb the extent of his powers such as a foot or a hand, with any greater wound a dangerous threat to himself.

Cheerfulness: Strangely for a troll, Thump tends to look at things in a positive light, focusing on whatever ray of sunshine that’s in front of him, sometimes even to an almost ridiculous extent. Due to this, he rarely succumbs to negative feelings such as misery or anger, and when he somehow ends up feeling as such, it takes a little amount of effort to snap him out of it. This trait leaves him undeterred at most moments that could bring a ordinary person into fear, fury, and tears, though at times it does work to his disadvantage, such as someone mistaking this for mockery.

Fighting mentality: Despite his cheerful and docile demeanour, Thump enjoys fighting, though admittedly bare handed for some reason, refusing to use a weapon of any kind. Revealing in the rush and excitement of a fight, he find it extremely exhilarating and enjoyable, much like one would watching a fight, or racing against someone on horseback or on foot. This somewhat helps him if forced into this situation, whether he caused it himself or not, seeing the battle through with glee, with no qualms of losing or winning, with the simple act of violence its own reward, though admittedly wouldn't want to die himself, and tends to avoid causing others to do so.

Lenient and docile: Although with a penchant and an enjoyment for unarmed battle, Thump is rather gentle somewhat, acting rather relaxed and laidback when insulted or struck viciously, seeming to have some amount of tolerance to antisocial and aggressive behaviour, which is understandable having been raised by bandits. He is also extremely lenient, having often let a number of his supposed victims walk free if they were unarmed or unable to defend themselves, though his parents often rectified that, and would give plenty of allowances in a situation, being rather forgiving. This can also be somewhat a disadvantage of his character, letting people get away with theft and assault, yet again part of his upbringing, with little qualms of the situation and openly being attacked without defending himself if he did not think the assaulter was intending to fight.

Weaknesses: Troll weaknesses: Although smarter than most trolls, though admittedly comparing such is much like comparing the speed between a snail and a tortoise, Thump is still rather stupid, failing to understand most basic literature, mathematics, and almost any subject for that matter, his feeble mind easily tricked by some of the most basic of tactics, occasionally struggling to hold conversation simply because the words are too big. Also like all trolls, he has no understanding of the workings of magic and is unable to use it, and having little contact of magic since he lived at his home, has no idea how to defend from it. Trolls are immensely vulnerable to fire, often easily burning them with the slightest contact, which is why Thump is extremely wary of the smallest flame.

Blind love:

Too trusting and honest:

Inexperienced and overly curious:


History: Thump, despite his cheerful demeanor, was not his parents favorite child, though was admittedly their only child. The mostly-troll man was the son of a half-troll that formerly worked as a mercenary, a well renowned swordswoman that seemed to just have been swallowed up by the earth years ago, last heard of attempting to lose a rather persistent love-sick troll pursuing her, which was also coincidentally, Thump's father. The result was Thump's father, Wallop, succeeded in gaining the half-trolls affections returned to him. Her name was Kiercha, and she along with her new found love decided to live slightly more peaceful lives as bandits. Why they thought such a thing would be peaceful is beyond even the brightest of minds, but set up camp at an old canyon, though more of two large boulders with a gap in between, and commenced the daily robberies. Luckily, the route they decided to pillage on happened to be one used quite frequently by tradesmen with little amount of combat skills, ironically due to a previous lack of bandits. Kiercha and Wallop then proceeded to continue living happily as common thugs, and after a while Thump was born.

He was named as such after a heated argument about the unexpected child when he was born, due to him being conceived after the pair of them had far more drink than they should after stealing a delivery intended for a number of pubs in Marth, and after a few harsh words and eventually a few harsher punches to each other they decided Thump was better name to a troll, (a quarter human one to be exact, though either of them had not much clue what a fraction was), than Merthalzien was. Now, what most parents would of done, is give up the bandit business and look for a safer occupation, and begin a new life to raise their child, but not Thump's parents. They thought the bandit life would toughen up their son quickly, making him an extra hand around the robberies, plus would be an upbringing that taught him the essential skills of not dying and taking things you need by force. What they had not accounted for was the annoying cheerfulness and immense leniency to almost anything their child would develop as it began to string sentences together, which by troll standards was rather early around the age of eight. He was already somewhat a nuisance to his parents work, often toddling over to their would-be victims in sheer curiosity and very much getting in the way of general robbery, more so as he began to ask travellers they had yet to rob about almost anything outside the miniature canyon. Admittedly, his parents weren't exactly the nicest or the best, but they still found their son infuriatingly cheerful, to which most strangers would be convinced he was insulting them secretly, which was not much better in between the bandit attacks, as he either pestered them for any stories about their time before being bandits no matter what was being done at the time, and confused his parents immensely by refusing to take up a weapon in some practise sparring, preferring to fight with his bare hands. His parents wished to train him, partly so their son could defend himself and come to less harm from merchants that wanted to fight back, or their bodyguards, but mostly in hopes of making him more useful, and found something rather surprising about their good natured son; he enjoyed fighting immensely.

It came as quite a shock to Wallop and Kiercha, their son somewhat giving the impression he'd happily rather be a baker, or merely work for a wage by simple heavy lifting than punching a fellow sentient being in the face. Nonetheless, their son seemed to revel the adrenaline rush he got from combat, though admittedly his bare hand fighting was far to be desired from but gave him extra marks for effort, if only he acted like this whenever he wasn't about to be struck in the gut with his father's club, his parents may have taken more interest in him, but they simply didn't train him further in unarmed combat, mostly out of disinterest and lack of confidence that he would learn anything. As he grew older they realised how much stranger this was as he was rather docile outside of any combat, even when they cuffed him over a messed up job of letting one of the merchants run free or dropping a barrel of alcohol did not cause him to raise a hand in return, acting bafflingly relaxed at most times. Thus, despite their sons new found enjoyment in battle, they continued banditry as normal, their son growing through adolescence as they did so, annoyingly still his usual cheerful, tolerant self, though his curiosity grew much more to their fury, and so lenient he often allowed many travellers walk past him unharmed if they seemed to have no intention of fighting. His curiosity would be among the number of causes that brought forth what he would decide would be one of his missions in life.

At one point, Thump's parents decided he needed to pull some of his own weight around the place for a change and told him to take charge of some robberies on his own for the day. At first, it seemed they would have to wait for the next day as when night fell, not a single traveller passed through, wondering if word had finally spread wide enough that bandits were living on this path, until a mysterious robbed traveller calmly strolled along. His face, or Thump at least assumed it was a man though it was not quite as easy to tell, was unseen under a large hood, and seeming to be travelling with nought but the clothes he wore, consisting of the aforementioned robe, a dull ragged grey one at that easily covering most of his body; along with a simple pair of straw sandals that looked beaten and worn down, a pair of what seemed to be orange cotton trousers peeking out from under the robe with each step. The traveller moved at a leisurely pace much to Thumps confusion and his on watching parents, despite the young troll clearly in view and casually walked up towards him. The young troll composed himself quickly before demanding, albeit gently, to the stranger to hand over any valuable while the robed stranger merely laughed and lowered his hood, revealing his boyish looks, with bright yellow eyes and thin lips turned up into a unkind smile, a small thin nose sitting above his mouth, and smooth gray skin, pointed ears and long wavy black locks of hair braided into a ponytail. He merely revealed he had no valuables and he did not feel charitable to let such a pathetic example of robbery slip by unnoticed, and suddenly struck Thump in the stomache with the palm of his hand managing to knock the wind out of his lungs as he wheezed in surprise, giving a huge opening for the grey skinned stranger to strike multiple times again, discombobulating the young troll immensely as he easily gave vicious blows with a flurry of kicks, punches, palms, elbows, and knees, mixed with an occasional headbutt, his parent gaping in shock as their son was finally rendered unconscious with a sharp leaping kick to the chin combined with him tumbling into the rocky of his canyon home, head first. When he awoke he realised he lying atop his usual pile of rags he called a bed, and after blinking a few times and groaning at his bruise covered body, he saw his mother nursing a black eye and his father with his arm in a sling. Thump attempted to prop himself up until he realised he was not only severely bruised but couldn't move in the slightest, both of his arms broken and an ankle twisted badly. His parents told him they leapt into the fray as soon as he was taken down, and battled against the stranger. The cloaked elfish man almost beat them into submission as well, though bizarrely just stopped mid way through their fight and sauntered off merrily with the excuse that he wouldn't have much entertainment in the matter of defeating them. Kiercha and Wallop were much too exhausted to argue with him about it. Due to their recent injuries, the family of bandits rested up for about a week, their troll heritage easily clearing up the injuries in time and most of the days spent waiting for Thump to finish healing up before returning to business, Thump seeming somewhat more interested in battling alongside his parents, the recent events seeming to have given him a wake up call of sorts, though when they asked not because he wanted to focus on their line of work, but because he wanted to get even with the grey skinned pointy eared stranger.

Time went past with Thump somewhat more lively about their banditry work,but otherwise things were back into their normal routine, their life as ordinary as a life of a bandit can be once again. This was until it came to a few days after Thump's 18th birthday, which by the way he was merely given a sack by his lazy parents, when they attacked a rather expensive looking carriage with four guards walking besides it, each dressed in some rather impractical, squeaky clean uniform, with brass buttons and peaked caps, each armed with a simple iron polearm.

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