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Race: Troll
Profession: Warrior
Alignment: Chaotic Evil \ Neutral Good
Gender: Male
Age: 3 (28 Appearance)
Height: 8'6"
Weight: 440 lbs.
Eye Color: Purple
Hair Color: Bald
Marks/Tattoos/Scars: Festering Bulging Right Eye, Rash.
Deity: Agnostic
Origin Land: Grobb
Marital Status: Single
Family: Unknown
Trade Skills: Fletching
Personal Quote: "The bats are glowering at me again ..."
 
History
 
Moments after birth, Gtok bit his mothers arm off causing him to fall to the ground landing on his head. Gtok was then promptly thrown into the swamp to fend for himself. Besides severe unrepairable brain damage, his right eye socket was crushed, leaving him with a bulged festering right eye; which, to the dismay of those around him, will not heal. The eye weeps a grotesque foul smelling ooze, which will continue till his death. Most travelers, if get close enough to attempt a conversation, attribute Gtok's peculiar mannerisms to his young age and obvious mental deficiancies. Though these are both correct assumptions, there is a more bizarre twist that guides Gtok's fate.

While digging for grubs in the swamp, a kindly well travelled warrior took pity on the newborn troll. Zuben, a woodelf born to powerful druids dawned in mystical armor, took Gtok into his camp to care for his wounds and attempt to raise him in a more civilized manner in hopes of creating a formidable ally. Three years passed quickly as Gtok was trained in the arts of war. Gtok trully became the formidable warrrior that Zuben had envisioned, laying waste to all that came within the stroke of an axe.

However Zuben made one critical error. One evening Zuben didn't feed Gtok enough. Gtok ate Zuben.

Early on, Zuben had warned Gtok about the armor he was wearing .. " This armor has been blessed by my parents and my soul has been bound to it " .. a warning that Gtok had dismissed and quickly forgot. With a full stomach, Gtok looked around the well cared for camp and the moonlight glinted off the racked set of armor. Without a thought in his head, Gtok greadily dawned the mystical armor.

"YOU FOOL," echoed resoundly through Gtoks head. The voice was familiar to Gtok, though he really thought he had just eaten the woodelf that carried the voice.

If in your travels you happen upon a troll who mutters to himself "Me kill hummy .. No? .. Why not Gtok kill hummy? ," just walk past, ignor, and try and forget you ever saw him. Though under control for the most part, this troll still has the potential to randomly kill anyone and anything.