Lawful Evil

Name: Dhuun

Currently 20 Years Old

Strength 17
Dexterity 14
Constitution 15
Intelligence 8
Wisdom 8
Charisma 13

Ability Score Increase

Your Strength score increases by 2, and your Dexterity score increases by 1.
Age
Bugbears reach adulthood at age 16 and live up to 80 years.
Alignment
Bugbears endure a harsh existence that demands each of them to remain self-
sufficient, even at the expense of their fellows. They tend to be chaotic evil.
Size
Bugbears are between 6 and 8 feet tall and weigh between 250 and 350 pounds. Your
size is Medium.
Speed
Your base walking speed is 30 feet.
Darkvision
You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in
darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades
of gray.
Long-Limbed
When you make a melee attack on your turn, your reach for it is 5 feet greater than
normal.
Powerful Build
You count as one size larger when determining your carrying capacity and the weight
you can push, drag, or lift.
Sneaky
You are proficient in the Stealth skill.
Surprise Attack
If you surprise a creature and hit it with an attack on your first turn in combat,
the attack deals an extra 2d6 damage to it. You can use this trait only once per
combat.
Languages
You can speak, read, and write Common and Goblin.

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Bugbear is Gang Enforcer, has a cut out tongue, uses custom sign language made by
his Translator
Grung is Translator- No PVP purpose or RP purpose, just a translator

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𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑯𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔
I was born somewhere on the Frost Hills, along with my tribe of wandering bugbears
(Mountains that hold the Mithral Halls- North East). I was born with white fur and
red eyes
from my mother "Vith" and my father "Dath" the chieftan saw as a sign of fortune
from the God Hruggek (Bugbear Head God), and named me Dhuun (Goblin for Frost). We
were bandits and raiders, who
raided the nearby dwarf outposts and fortresses, yet I was too young to
participate. Eventually, the dwarves took a higher priority on hunting us, and we
were forced to move west
in the Lurkwood. For a few years, we wandered the forest scavenging and raiding
nearby orcs and whatever other creatures we could find, until we stumbled upon the
grung.

𝑳𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅
The Grung tribe that we encountered was no ordinary tribe. They were organized,
old, and many. We fought for to our best ability, but once my father the chieftan
died,
we surrendered. Those that remained had their tongues cut out as a form of
branding, and were kept as slaves. The grung used us as laborers to build
their fortresses, and fight their battles. As the son of the chieftan, my people
looked up to me for guidance, but as I was only 8 and too young to help. Seeing me
as disappointment to my father, my
people shunned me, treating me as a outcast. This is when I met a blue grung named
"Dolf". Dolf too was shunned due to his social status, and was a simple laborer.
He saw me as different from my tribesmen. He treated me well, and gave me extra
scraps for food

Years went by, and as I grew older reaching the age of 18, I grew stronger. Dolf
and I became best friends, he taught me sign language so that I could communicate
with him, and things were better.
Yet my people saw things differently, for only time made them angrier towards their
captors, and on one fateful night, a revolution began once more. My people fought
twith their might,
but instead of fighting, I along with Dolf used the oppertunity to slip away in the
chaos, and make our way to freedom.

𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈
For 2 years we travelled the road, pillaging and raiding unguarded caravans, taking
their loot and plunder for ourselves. As such, we began drawing too much attention
from the locals of each passing town
requiring us to keep travelling. Fearing for capture, and hoping for security, we
made our way to waterdeep in search to join the Zhentarim faction.

𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑
As we arrived in this vast bustling city, we were quick to join the Zhentarim has
Initiates. As Initiates or Fangs as the Zhentarim label theirs, we do the small
menial work
the higher ups are too proud to do. We are hired as simple mercs or thugs for those
who seek our help, and we work minor security, and mainly, we make sure local debts
are
paid (Enforcer). Those who don't pay with money pay with blood, whether that be
fingers or bodies. As Fangs we are disposable, and are seen as unproven to the
family.
Dolf and I plan on making sure we make a name for ourselves, and rise up the ranks,
no matter the cost or risk.