Theme: Mordred's Lullaby by Heather dale
Gender: Male
Nickname(s): The Mad Cur, The Big Guy.
Age: Unknown
Race: Witchcraft infused ogre/human hybrid
Appearance: The armor he wears is black and jagged, with a helm shaped like the warped head of a jackal. A long ragged brown cape extends from it's shoulder plates. Under his armor, his flesh is covered with rune shaped scars that have been carved onto him and spiderweb like burn marks that branch out all over his skin.
Preferred Clothing: His armor
Height: 7'3"
Weight: 276 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Red
Personality: Randle has earned his reputation as The Mad Cur for a reason. His...rather abusive upbringing has left his mind slightly warped and makes it hard for him to keep control of his internal savagery. In battle, when his blood is pumping, he is overcome with a feral rage that sends him into a wild frenzy. At best it could be said that he has been reduced to an animalistic mentality by his mother's raising of him. Many of his actions are powered more by instinct rather than thought. He is capable of thinking and speech though, even if his vocabulary is a bit rudimentary. However he generally tends to distrust other people because of his past experiences and is usually very cold and blunt towards others.
Deep down inside though, he is very submissive and lonely. Feeling isolated in his own little world, he desperately longs to reach out to others, but is incapable of doing so because of his outward nature. Randle's frequent bouts of rage are often from the pained alienation he feels and a sense of loss. And because of his seemingly animal-like mentality he tends to have difficulty making decisions on his own, often looking to others for guidance on the simplest things, provided they've earned his trust. Just past Randle's monster-like exterior is really someone like a frightened little child.
Weapon: A Massive sword, almost as large as he is. The sword is so heavy that it takes three grown men to lift it. Randle, however, can hold it with one hand. It was crafted using the the soul of his sister in a blood sacrifice to make it impervious to non-magical harm.
Fighting Style: Randle swings his blade around in a wide arc, practically sweeping a path of destruction around him. He's learned to move with the momentum of his swings, shifting his body and footing when needed to either evade or close the gap between him and the enemy. Despite his size and the weight of his weapon, he is very agile for the berserker beast that he is.
Abilities: Randle possesses inhuman physical strength. Able to crush a man's skull with his bare hands, he would be considered a dangerous foe even when unarmed.
Personal History: Randle has had an unfortunate history of being used by others. A fact made only worse since he died.
Born from the exiled witch queen Undina, and rumored to have been sired by an ogre, Randle was raised by his mother to do one thing and one thing only. And that was take revenge on those that cast his mother out. It was a harsh upbringing. In the morning he was instructed on the way of battle and trained to kill; in the evening, he had runes inscribed into his flesh by dark rituals, and the rest of the time he would be beaten if he misbehaved. He was little more then a tool to his mother. The harbinger of her scorned wrath to act as the vanguard for the small horde of brigands she amassed to her side over the years.
Sometime during his growth, though, his mother had sought fit to give birth to a second child. Randle's baby sister, a young thing, who soon turned into a stabilizing entity in Randle's life. She was the only one that gave the then young beast of a man any sort of sympathy or genuine affection.
However, like Randle himself, his mother only gave birth to the child so that she would be of use to their mother. The reason why Randle's sister was born was so that she could be sacrificed to forge a weapon for her conquest. When Randle found what his mother had done, he flew into a rage and struck her down. When the frenzy wore off and he realized what he had done, and what had happened, Randle became grief stricken. In his screams of sorrow, pain, and rage he drew the attention of his mother's lieutenants. Consumed by his pain, he lashed out against them as well, soon having the entire camp against him as he struck madly, slaughtering his way through their ranks as he tried to vent his frustration and pain.
When it was all over, his mother and sister remained dead, the horde was scattered before it could even begin its campaign, and Randle was left to wander the wilds alone and without a purpose or reason to exist. Eventually rumors of his existence began to circulate. The "Mad Cur" of the forest, a monstrous beast that walked like a man and murdered unwary travelers. This drew hunters looking to make a trophy of him. And when Randle slew them he drew the attention of soldiers.
A bloody battle took place. And despite all his strength, Randle was eventually subdued and imprisoned. Originally it was called for the "beast man" to be put down. However some saw the value in Randle's strength and decreed he would suffer a fate worse than mere execution. Thus Randle found himself forcibly conscripted into the Deadman Division.
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