Tedar 'Tug'

[Tedar]

Name: Tedar 'Tug'
Age: 102
Race: Troll
Height: 9'10"
Weight: Around 950 pounds.


Physical Description:
Tedar is a large and handsome troll. The fact that he is handsome by troll standards, and only troll standards, has never stopped him from making amorous advances on females of any race. He's very tall, close to the high end for a member of his species, and he's also very broad. The muscles on his shoulders and neck are thick and corded, and visible to anyone that looks at his upper body. But below the chest line, his body starts to go a bit fat, especially around the midsection. His skin is a shiny green, much like the color of jade. (There's no proof that this is because of the story that he ate the green rock for over a year.) He has a large, bulbous nose, that has a large ring of metal through it, much like the ones they put through a bulls nose to lead it around. He has pretty eyes, gold speckled green that would melt the hearts of many in any other face.

The rest of his features are very blunt, his jutting brow ridge and wide chin giving him a look of being carved from some kind of stone. His fingers are thick and blunt, with great square fingernails with the slightest tinge of green to them. His hair is a large snarl of knots and tangles that falls down to between his shoulders, the green tinged black strands tough and dry to the touch. He doesn't wear many clothes, but what he does wear is very... well, only a troll would wear it. A loincloth made of some animal hide is wrapped around his hips, at least keeping him somewhat decent. He learned long ago that humans and elves don't particularly care for a troll that walks through their villages naked, and he had been taught that lesson with one time. A few years of observing humans taught him they had a way to hide a large stomach or make it look like you didn't have one, and since human women always called him fat, Tedar stole a bunch of corsets from a dress shop. Though it strains his intelligence, he can tie them all together around his stomach, and then he tries to pull them tightly and make himself look skinnier. The corsets are dirty, covered in mud and other foul looking stains that no one really wants to learn about, and Tedar never takes them off.

Possessions:

Clothing: Tug has a lot of clothing for a troll. Most of his race prefer to go around as nude as possible, their only concession to others a loincloth or a breast band if they're female. Tug on the other hand, as a loincloth, his corsets, and he actually has some kind of leather shoulder armour that is easy to strap onto himself. [It used to be a part of a war horses leather armor, that's why it fits his shoulder so well.] If only he was smart enough to remember to clean the stains off of everything....

Kanabō: Somewhere in his travels and mercenary work, Tug picked up the kind of weapon that a troll would be the best to use. Called a 'kanabō', it's a hardwood club with iron studs on one end of it. Being as strong as he is, Tug's is much larger than the kind used by even an exceptionally strong man. He knows how to use it well, since the directions for using it are basically 'hit that thing with it'. With his strength and the weight of the weapon, a strike from it can cause a massive amount of blunt force trauma to whatever he strikes with it. His biggest problem is making sure that he doesn't forget it, and somewhere along the line, one of his former masters attached it to a chain and then put the ring the chain attached to inside his body, circling the bones of his wrist. Due to his regenerative powers, the skin and muscle healed around the implant, and it is now most likely permanent. Unless of course, he loses an arm somewhere.

Horse Collar: A horse collar, usually the neck part of the harness that is hooked to plows or various other things a horse would be required to pull, hangs around Tug's neck. He's had it for several years, and it's beginning to show it's wear and tear, falling apart. He's extremely protective of it, going into a fit if anyone touches it, tries to remove it, or in the event they do, hides it from him. He can be observed stroking it and talking to it sometimes.

Powers or Strengths:

Strength: Like many trolls, Tug is exceptionally strong. Able to rip trees out of the ground, knock down walls, he was once described as being strong enough to 'wipe his ass with a bear and then beat the bear to death for not getting everything in one wipe'. Since he's easily tricked into manual labour, he's used his strength for all kinds of things, such as being hooked to the farmers plow, moving stone, picking up and carrying bales of hay. When he's being hired by mercenaries, his strength is quite useful in breaking down doors, walls, destroying armour, or just turning him into a living battering ram.

Endurance: Tug is a troll. He's too stupid to remember when to stop walking, when to stop to eat, to drink, to do anything. He would literally walk from one side of the continent to the other without stopping if his body will allow him to. In some ways, he's like a horse. He'll let you run him until his heart explodes, and if you're someone he likes or is working for, he'd be laying on the ground dying and still trying to move his legs. This has been particularly useful when working for either farmers at plowing time, or with a mercenary group during a long battle or siege. Many trolls are like this, but even among his kindred, Tug's endurance is still worth note and almost legendary. He just keeps going.


Weaknesses and Flaws:

Fire: Like all trolls, he's rather afraid of fire. It actually hurts for a long time, unlike most things that just hurt for a short amount of time and then stop hurting. As such, he refuses to go near it, work with it, fight next to it, anything to do with it. If he liked his food raw, he wouldn't even eat food cooked on it. [Usually once he smells the food, he forgets that it was cooked on fire and is only concerned with the eating part of it.]

Lack of Intelligence: Trolls are not usually the most intelligent of breeds, but Tug is a shining example of the stupidity of his race. If you hold two fingers in front of him and ask him how many that makes, he'll think about it for two days, and then raise one finger. His ability to understand commands is limited to very simple things, like "walk" "smash" "run". And even then, he sometimes has to stop and think about it for a minute before he remembers what it means.

Lack of Understanding: Tug has no concept of the word 'no'. When you tell him no, he'll nod his head, and then be back into whatever he was into ten minutes later, acting like you never said anything to him about it. This is why it's also so hard to get him to leave a job when it's done. The boss will say "Okay, you're done, have a nice life" and look outside in a half hour and Tug will be replowing the fields or banging on a burnt castle wall with his weapon, because he doesn't understand that it's over. He has to be chased off [usually with fire, since he turns into a big baby and won't fight anyone with it], or taken somewhere and left, since he can't find his way back.

History:

Tedar can't seem to remember where or when he was born, but he does know that his first master bought him from a trader when he was still very young, and it's seen over a hundred years since then. His first master also gave him the name Tedar, though that somehow rapidly degenerated into Tug. Perhaps because Tedar was so fond of grabbing things and pulling on them, or being tied to something that they needed moved with a rope and 'tugging' it until he was told to stop work. He worked for this master for several years, mostly doing farming work as a replacement for horses or oxen. He ate about the same, and unlike a horse, his leg would heal within a few hours, a day at the most. Eventually, his master started to grow ill, eventually passing away. His son, who Tug wouldn't listen to, sold the troll off again to someone else.

Tug tried to walk home a few times, but he couldn't quite remember how to get there. So he stayed with his new master, this time being used as a draft animal, pulling a wagon as he followed the band of people he was no owned by. It turned out that this people were mercenaries that weren't above a streak of banditry now and then, who planned to also use Tug for his immense size and strength. Which worked well the first time they told him to knock down a door. And then when they told him to knock down a wall, and so on until that was almost more of his job than pulling the wagon was. As with most criminal groups, there traveling show was permanently disbanded by a unit from the Tian Xia military. Tug managed to survive the ordeal by simply... walking away. They didn't have the time to chase him, dealing with the others, and as a troll, their arrows didn't stop him.

And so he wandered, finding work at places before eventually being chased off when he was no longer needed. After the second or third time, when he was finally chased far enough away and he couldn't remember how to get back, he would keep walking and find work elsewhere, and it would start all over again. And then something miraculous happened. Tug fell in love. She had brown eyes, a detail he could remember very clearly. She would stand out in the field, under the sunshine, swishing her tail as she ate grass. Ah yes. The cow was definitely the love of his life, and he refused to leave her.

No matter how many times the farmer chased him off, Tug would manage to find his way back to the farm, trudging up the well worn path and walking through the wooden fences until he was by her side as she stood in the field. The cow, while not returning his affections, did tolerate his presence at her side, and let him follow her around the grazing fields.