Mongo Magal
A B B R E V I A T E D   B I O G R A P H Y


Name: Mongo Magal
Nickname:
Race: Half-Oger
Class: Fighter
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 34
Height: Eight Foot
Weight: 325
Eye Color: Purple with white pupils
Hair: Blackish purple
Skin Tone: Violet
Languages Spoken: Oger, Human, Half-Orc
Theme Song: https://youtu.be/64CACoHNBEI Heilung Norupo



THE FINER DETAILS


D E S C R I P T I O N
Mongo is a hulking figure standing nine feet tall with raven black hair it is almost as if it is another color. An illusion of the mind, perhaps. But in the right light, that black could almost be the purple of the deepest, deepest shadows. His brawny physique is reminiscent of the strongmen who would perform feats of strength for assembled crowds. A thin layer of fat covers his muscles under his violet skin making him appear overweight to the unobservant. Completing this demonic ensemble are elongated canines, cruel ebon claws on his sausage like fingers, and penetrating purple eyes.

He seldom bothers with a normal suit leather armor. But stick more to his skintight makeshift one. Which is a cobbled-together patchwork leather vest and breeches that have the quality of that of a myriad of browns and black leather.

The material is supple, allowing a truly surprising range of movement. The armor comes with some comfortable knee-high boots that he took of the corps of a fallen combatant. Yet they seem to be made of the same material. They have no heel. These are not a fashion accessory. With their cleverly designed grips and firm ankle support, they are clearly made for hard work.

A utility belt completes the outfit, sporting a wide variety of intriguing-looking adventuring gear. His chest and arms are clearly exposed due to his makeshift armor. His hands are enclosed in leather all but his fingertips to make room for his fiendishly sharp claws. They look ideal for climbing, but could probably do someone a dreadful injury, just the same.



P E R S O N A L I T Y
Mongo is a dark soul further blackened by the bloody days and nights he spent in the arena and the fear he brought to his opponents. For every shadow, there is a light and for Mongo, that is his fierce loyalty. If you are one of the lucky few he calls friend, he will defend you as if you were his own blood. But fear for those that betray his trust, for they face the combined might of the Man and the Beast.
H I S T O R Y
Mongo did not have an easy time growing up at the age of twelve he awoke to find his village ablaze. Human raiders had come in and slaughtered nine-tenths of his tribe. Taking only the strongest fighters and children as slaves. His mother Valixea being the chieftain's daughter was one of the ones captured. Up until this point his motherís story of how she broke the will of some scrawny man and bedded him. Was a roaring tell she would spin as she would get sloshed with the rest of the tribe. But now it became a tale of pure revile and even when she looked on him her anger would get the better of herself. And leave her son his spawn a broken heap on the floor.

The humans were not all in all cruel masters they sought to better what they thought as foul beasts. Teaching them in the arts of language and science. To broaden their minds but they still thought it was fun to watch them fight to the death in gladiatorial pits.  At the age of fifteen, he was thrust into the pit for the first time and barely made it out with his life. But the healers saw to his wounds so he would be ready for his next fight.

With such a hard and fast learning curve he had to learn fast and learn he did. But that is not all he learned they say a fighter is only as good as his weapon, but thatís not the case it is his armor.  A truly gifted fighter can use any weapon but it is the strength of his armor to protect him that is the key in any battle. Even with his knowledge of armor making his armor seemed to be quite sparse to all those around him.  A simple leather vest, patchwork leather breeches, and a pair of black knee-high boots he pulled off one of his fallen competitor's corpses.

At the age of twenty, he had to watch his mother die in the pit. But She lasted long enough to breathe out her final request to him. To track down his father and kill him.  It took another fourteen years to earn the favor of his masters to earn his freedom. So that he could start out on his mother's quest for revenge. But now he has one thing on his mind the death of the man that dared bed his mother and spawn him.


O C C U P A T I O N

Ex-Gladiator and Armor Smith


H O B B I E S

1. Leather Carving
2. Drinking
3. Gambling
4. Armor Smithing
T R I V I A & F U N S T U F F ! ! !
1. Mongo wakes up early every morning to do sword katas.
2. The Battle Axe Mongo wields was won the day he was set free.
3. The broken iron manacles around his wrists are to remind him of his time as a slave.
4. Mongo gets violent when compared to other Ogers. Thinking that they are nothing but dim-witted brutes. This does not help his cause any.
S E X U A L   P R E F R E N C E:

Heterosexual