Chron the Ogre

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“Outcast!” “Monster!” “String him up!” Were the occasional slurs that people started yelling whenever they lay eyes on his figure. The judgemental words and actions that usually led to either people telling them off or joining them in their public shaming. Usually it was the latter for, a man like me, made an easy target. Even though these scenes and moments hurt me and reminded me of my heritage every step along the way I could not blame them. What stories did not spiral forth from my heritage that included the death of the children or manslaughter? Many of them at least and in times like these people will want a scapegoat, me. I am fine with it. My life wasn’t meant to be easy, smooth or in any way quiet. So much was concluded right from the moment the leaders of these people eradicated the tribe I was born in and removed any last trace. Or so they thought.

Standing 8.5ft tall and weighing around 365 pounds Chron is a rather impressive man to lay your eyes upon. His broad figure, muscled and thus well defined limbs and stoic face reveal a fighting spirit that has been lasting longer than just a few days. His skin is embroided with tattoos on the right side of his body acting as symbolism for what he holds most dear: Philosophy of Ascension. His other shoulder however reveals a slave marking, speaking of his past as a boy in service to someone that sought to make use of his size. Chron is an ogre and a spiritualist. A man that upholds a set of ideals and allows them to guide his hands as he reflects on the deeds done and seeks redemption from his ill gotten fate as an ogre. His general clothing is thus cast to be revealing and offers absolutely no protection. For every wound he suffers is one to live and learn by. Experience is a path to walk, not to avoid with the plates of steel that crack under the submission of another’s will or wish.

As a person he is known to be kind hearted to those that don’t seek to harm the world around them and thus the people living in it. While being good alligned in his actions he does not seek to go out of his way to solve every willy nilly problem for people in an attempt to show himself a capable and well meaning ogre. On his path to Ascension he shall weigh the world and its voice to decide upon his words and fists. Chron is welcoming to conversation with anyone that is willing to engage. Enjoys a good amount of food and welcomes a challenge to his wits or prowess. Kindly seeking to both teach and learn in every scene he is set in.

Most of his upbringing came to him after his release from the slave master that held him. The raid on his home had not been only for the man but for his slaves. The locals were outspoken about their hatred for the ogres and attacked. Many were able to flee amidst the chaos. Chron fled to a nearby human city, seeking refuge in the shadows and learning the trade of thievery to stay alive. For a few long months he managed to remain hidden only to be exposed now and then to an individual that could not overlook the sheer size of the man and either scream in fear or attack on sight with a wish for hope and glory. Now and then, when there was nothing to steal, he’d go out into the woods and hunt the wildlife for food. From strangling a fox to getting chased by a pack of wolves it had been truly invigorating times. Only when the Lady Iopia found him he had been shy to the public eye. As the leading Supreme Mother of the Monastery just outside of the city she offered him a warm smile and welcoming hand. Giving the ogre something he had needed ever since: Love of a family and friends. The Monastery taught him in life. Helped him decide upon his own fate and trained him in self defense. Allowing him to explore the reaches of his own capabilities and sculpting him into the man he is today. A traveler with a wish and will to explore the world, assist in fighting back the danger that looms over the innocent and walk the path to ascension.