Rex

ABOUT
6'6" Human Male. Blonde with blue eyes. Rex, son of Bear, is an immensely strong young man.

Early Life
Rex was born to Marta and Bear. Marta died giving birth to Rex, as he was quite large. Raised by Bear and a succession of women to whom Bear would attach himself, Rex lived a quiet, sorrowful life. His father was abusive, and after the death of Marta nearly always drunk. Bear blamed Rex for the death of his wife, and while he was not without affection for his son, it was usually hidden under anger and resentment for what Rex had cost him. They scrapped by a meager existence raising cattle on the farm, a business that worsened each year as Bear's mismanagement and over spending on alcohol lead to a steady decline.

Rex had few friends growing up. There were the usual hangers on to anyone of his size. He wasn't picked on around the village, mainly because he was always the largest one of his age. And while Bear didn't treat Rex well, he had no tolerance for others mistreatment of Marta's only son.

The only solace the huge boy had was his mother's brother, Kenrir, a priest of Motubo. Kenrir and Bear never saw eye to eye, and Bear resented Motubo for taking his wife so young. Kenrir's reassurences always fell on deaf ears with Bear. Not so with Rex, who took to his uncle and his teachings with great interest. Kenrir disappeared under mysterious circumstances two days after Rex turned 18. It was thought that he had been chased out of town, priests of Motubo were often misunderstood and rarely liked. Being the brother-in-law of the town drunk had not. helped Kenrir either.

At the age of 18, Rex had accompanied his father to town. They had sold the last cow, the farm was finished. His father had sworn they would use the money to go to the city, take up with a fishing boat, or hire on as labor. Instead, he had gotten incredibly drunk, with almost the entirety of the money from the last cattle going into a few hands of dice and a lot of whiskey. On the long walk home, Bear had fallen into a gully, badly shattering his leg. Seeing the wound, and knowing it for what it was, and what it would make of his father, Rex had in that moment decided that he was done with Bear. Bear had begged Rex to carry him back to town, but Rex had instead wrung his father's neck, killing him. Bear's haunting last words, said through tears were "Marta, I'm so sorry, forgive me."

Rex had looted the farm, finding a small inheritance left by his missing uncle. Rex then packed what he could find, and left for Cullen's Harbor, to seek a new life.

Leaving the Farm
The old man is dead. The fool's leg was shattered, a bit of bone had pierced his skin. I know enough about horses and cattle to know that's the end. He'd pissed away any chance of finding healer. No matter, I did Motubo's work. Rummaging through the farm was easy enough. Like I said, the old man had pissed through our riches. Sacking his room was eerie. Had never really been in there. The old man wasn't one to let me into his private area. It was neater than I thought it would be. I guess I'd always thought he'd be as slovenly in there as everywhere else. Weird though, the bed was made, and none of the decor seemed to match his tastes at all. There wasn't even any dust. I rummaged for around an hour. Eventually found a loose floor board, sure enough there were a few valuables in there... and something for me. A small box, left by my Uncle. Kenrir had disappeared a year or so ago. I cracked the box open easily enough. There was a letter inside and some money. Never read the letter, it's dangerous to read words from the dead.

Cullen Harbor
This place is more than I expected. From the very first Motubo could be sensed here. The smell of death on the wind. To see the harbor and the sea beyond was something. I had not imagined something so large. As large almost as the sky and earth themselves. I found my way to the Fighter's Hall. A place honoring death. The heads of slain beasts on the walls. I approve. A well spoken Dwarf, Donnit seems to have this place firmly in his grip. He seemed likable enough, for a dwarf. I did meet several... companions there as well. Staj and Romann, both aspiring killers, whether they will be worth a damn remains to be seen. Though Romann at least seems to be a remarkable marksman. Blessed by Motubo himself perhaps. In the adventurer's hall we three met two more, a mage who goes by Ringo, and... another, a gnome named Brindoor. Of us five, 4 have the blessed letter "R" prominent within their names. This is a good omen, for it is known that Motubo blesses those bearing the sacred letter.