Tuxly Grenthrawl

Fawl male standing 6’5” and weighing 200 lbs with a prominent V-tapper and robust arms. Though it is almost his 80th birthday, his pale perfect complexion doesn’t 
look a day over a 26 year old humans which contradicts his flowing white hair and beard. He wears animal hides, bones and furs and refuses to wear refined metals. His gear is mostly a combination browns, tans, and white from common animal body parts. However on his back, he wears a dark green armored turtle shell that was similar to the ones worn by his parents during the Fawl wars. Both of whom were murdered after the war was considered over leaving Tuxly an orphan only due to the fact that little baby Tuxly had wandered off after a cat into the woods. He had wandered off for no more than an hour, and returned to a scene that no child, no person should ever see. The Grenthrawl’s closest neighbors arrived to see a terrified little fawl toddler standing just inside of the doorway to a bloody scene of the murder of two fawl parents and Tuxly’s older sister. A Fawl woman, Rifficka quickly scooped up little Tuxly who was trembling as she forcefully buried his face into her chest as if the firmer she pressed the less he would have seen of what was left of his family. The young couple that first came to Tuxly’s aid that unfortunate night took in the boy as if he was the woman’s own. The woman was a beautiful Fawl woman and supposedly she had been married to a fat, belligerent 45 year old human small business owner named Nejat. Even at his young age, Tuxly knew Rifficka was protecting him from a lot more than living on the streets or going without food. Almost as regular as the sunrise, Rifficka and Nejat got into verbal altercations every night, usually after Nejat had finished his first bottle of the night. Most of the time their fights consisted of Nejat yelling drunken insults at his “wife” and “her boy” as he often referred to Tuxly. Sometimes, on the bad nights Nejat would try going after Tuxly for no apparent reason. Rifficka getting hit by Nejat was a pretty regular thing, and so was Rifficka shielding and hiding Tuxly from her horrible husband on the worst of his nights. She never let that abusive man hurt Tuxly physically, mentally Rifficka tried her best to protect him but due to his young age and earlier trauma, Tuxly often suppressed his feelings as not to instigate with Nejat and partly for what Rifficka feared was an emptiness inside the boy. Rifficka had seen the look in many Fawls eyes during the horrible wars where atrocities were committed on the Fawl simply for existing. For a few hours each day Rifficka would take Tuxly away from the house into the woods, and sometimes near by riverbanks in order to speak freely with the boy and ensure that he new of his people’s ways. Tuxly to this day is not sure who had first taught him about Forseena and the other first versions of the Fawl. However, what he did know was that Rifficka had taught him much about his people’s religion but what may have impacted him most was her survival skills that she had mastered trying to stay a live during the wars. However, Rifficka did not teach Tuxly to hate those what have hurt their kind but to judge an animal by its behavior not by its species. She also wouldn’t tell him who she suspected had killed his parents. She said that judging a race based on the horrible actions of a few deranged individuals was almost the same as their hatred towards Fawl for being Fawl. When Tuxly was 12, he was trying to ignore Nejat’s belligerent rantings. Startled by her stealth, Rifficka had slipped into his small room without letting in a spot of light from the room she came. She quickly and quietly thrust her hand over Tuxly’s mouth before he could make a sound. From the look in her eyes, he noticed that there was true fear in her eyes which wasn’t normal. As if studying every aspect of each other’s face in almost absolute darkness. After seemed like minutes but was really seconds, the woman embraced Tuxly in a firm hug as she whispered the commands to latch the doors lock when he hears her yell at Nejat and not to open it no matter what he heard. After making him promise to follow her orders Nejat began yelling something again and before Tuxly could say his goodbye, she had kissed him on the head and had left the room as carefully as she had entered. He slowly got up and trying to be quite, he made his way to the door. Seconds later Rifficka’s voice began yelling back at Nejat and following his cue, Tuxly carefully latched the door and slowly made his way back to under his bedcovers. The arguing gradually got louder and louder, involving furniture falling over, Riffickas yells of pain and the noise Tuxly had learned was Nejat over exerting himself as he swung wildly at his wife. The sounds of Nejat’s violence grew louder and louder while Rifficka’s yelling grew louder but was further in between compared to Nejat’s grunts. Tuxly was torn, he hated hearing the woman who had mostly raised him yell out in utter pain but she had told him before that it was her job to protect him no matter what and one day he would understand how it could hurt her more when he was hurt instead of herself receiving the beatings. The boy choked down his tears as he struggled to breathe/cry/and remain silent. But eventually Rifficka’s shouting had ceased.... however Nejat’s grunting and pounding continued on for a few more minutes. Then there was absolute silence. It was almost a relief when Tuxly began hearing noises again. At first it sounded like someone was muttering quietly. Then Tuxly’s stomach dropped as he distinguished the voice as it got louder as Nejat calling for his wife. He sounded confused and scared which was horrifying for Tuxly who was imagining everything that could have gone wrong. Nejat stopped yelling and replaced the sound with deep sobs. Between the heavy man’s cries he could start making out what the man was attempting to say, and it was too late before he realized Nejat was muttering that this was “your fault!” As Tuxly made sense of what was happening he identified the stumbling noise of Nejat moving towards Tuxly’s door saying louder and louder, “This is your fault!” Slamming the door with first his oversized arms than body it was clear Nejat was going to find a way into the room. Before Tuxly could open the window in time, proceeding two louder thuds on the door Nejat’s fat body collided with the door; burst his way in and falling to the floor. Tuxly reacted quick and almost quick enough but just as his shoulders passed through the doorway a loud grunt came from behind him and something heavy collided with his legs, taking them out from under. As Tuxly struggled to his feet Nejat was almost upon him again, but Tuxly was just able to escape the fist swinging at his head. Tuxly was large for his age and had been taught a decent amount about fighting, but was no match for the full grown belligerent man coming down on him. Tuxly was able to slide from under Nejat and barely scape by before he had tripped over something hard in the room as he tried to make his escape. Before Tuxly could regain his sense from the fall, he felt a number of fat fists collide with his head and then he felt large finger tighten around his neck. Tuxly struggled to catch his breath as the hands tightened around his neck. He saw the fat panting man above him but refused to let that be the last thing he sees. Unable to swing hard enough, Tuxly quickly new it was no good so he began reaching out for anything he could but he continued to grasp at nothing, until he felt something hot and wet. He was so confused, the lack of oxygen was beginning to take its toll on the boy. Falling in and out of consciousness he was all but certain this was the end. As his eyes fluttered in and out, the grip around his neck loosened and Tuxly frantically fought for his airway to be more opened. When it finally was completely released, the boy gasped deeply like this was the first breath he had ever taken. It took a few moments and deep breaths until Tuxly could make sense of what had happened. Naturally having put distance between himself and his attacker when he was given the chance, he was only able to see that Nejat was laying flat on the ground where Tuxly had crawled away from. Cautiously moving closer to Nejat, he suddenly was close enough to see a pool of blood collecting on the far side. Still prepared to react, he moved closer to get a better understanding of what had happened. After taking one step into view, Tuxly saw another body laying limp just barely exposed from the the clutter of the knocked over table and chairs lying about. Tuxly rushed to Rifficka as quickly as he recognized her. He clutched her head to his chest and wept silently. When her hand softly brushed his cheek and she whispered, “do not hate someone for what they are, only what they do.” And with that, she gasped her last breath and died in his arms. For many years, he tried fitting into societies. But never felt like he belonged. So he wandered in and out of towns often camping out near a village than going in for supplies, ale and sex. He had some difficult encounters which pushed him further and further from society. He much rather be out in the wilderness but no matter how hard he tried to trick himself into wanting to be alone, he secretly craved to belong. So he made himself belong.... in nature. He became almost one with it, the animals, the vegetation and even the weather. He spent the next few decades immersing himself in nature and avoided society unless necessary. He felt very conflicted on humans and had little trust for other humanoids. However, he was learned how to deal with people when necessary. But he seemed more welcome among the critters. He talked often with animals he came across, while avoided talking too much with plants... they were usually stuck up. He was very thankful for his racial abilities and thanked his goddess regularly. When one day he heard from a couple birds that their was a trapper hunting in their woods. Tuxly respected hunters who did so to feed themselves and family, but to do it for sport or profit was disgusting. Tuxly began pursuing this culprit by listening to the cries of animals and using his pristine tracking skills. He soon snuck up on a scraggly fawl man who was in the middle of wrangling up a badger. The poor badger was screaming her head off, and the man laughed as he gave its head a quick twist. Tuxly was disappointed he had been too late, but as he was about to turn away the man snickered and said that her pups would make nice little mittens. Tuxly didn’t even make a sound as he closed the distance between himself and the man. Just as the man had done, Tuxly quickly twisted the mans neck and as he dropped to the floor he muttered, not today. As Tuxly bent down, he brushed away foliage covering the badgers den. Inside was a scared infant badger. As Tuxly spoke softly and began reaching for the pup, the baby badger let out the most rancid of farts! Tuxly fell back laughing, as he continued to laugh, the pup slowly crept out of the den and inspected this bizarre laughing creature. Tuxly sat up and talked softly to baby badger and learned that his name was Bahbadoo. Tuxly began taking care of little “Bahba” and they became very close friends. Bahba had a hard time losing his mom, but felt loved by Tuxly, who he would come to consider his older brother. Bahba grew up fast and Tuxly tried his best to act like a parent but had little idea how a badger parent acted. So he taught him all he knew, how to hunt, scavenge food, live in the wilderness and how to have fun. The two became partners in crime. Bahba has a dark sense of humor and often chose to be lazy and rode along on Tuxlys back, comforted by his shell. This was also a great place for him to hide when they needed to go into town or interact with people. However, Tuxly needed to set some ground rules between the two, like not farting in the shell, no bitting/scratching/etc. him from inside unless urgent, and when Tuxly said “now” when telling him to get out, it was for a good reason. Tuxly enjoyed Bahba’s company and the two lived together for nearly 10 years. It had been a long time without people interactions and it was starting to go to his head. He began feeling more and more like an animal. At first it was little things like acting like a pack of wolves while playing with them. But he also went too far when they were hunting and he brought down the kill with his bare hands and ripped out its neck with his own teeth then proceeded to eat along side the pack until he made himself sick. One night he was having a dream he was a badger along with his friend Bahba. When he was started awake by a near by elk, he jumped up, landing on all fours and bared his fangs as a badger does. He quickly rushed to a near by stream where he saw the reflection of a badger. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t wake himself up. He had turned into a badger. He rushed over to Bahba who was just as startled has he had been, but his scent was unmistakable. The two began playing, running around, nipping at one another and digging huge holes. The two were chasing a mouse when they were suddenly grabbed and thrown into a bag. There small mammal bodies were helpless once they learned they could not bite or dig through the bag. When he awoke, he was in a small cage looking up at a whole orc band with malice in their eyes. (Tuxly soon noticed Bahba had resumed his place on Tuxly’s back, hidden by the shell.)
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