Drez

Biographical information

Birthplace The Steppe Born Died Age 19 Home The Mines Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Gnoll Sub-Race Gender Male Height 2.19m Mass Starved Hair color Brown&Black Eye color Brown Skin color HE'S FURRY!!!!!

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Slave Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Kasim Areth Created on Avatar MY FRIEND LOUISE AND HER FANCY COMPUTER FRIEND

Born in the vast expanse of the Taagi Baara Steps, Drez like many other Gnolls, was once a violent, vicious, and utterly disdainful creature.

Though not true of all his kinfolk, Drez's tribe was certainly of the sort of clan that caused most humanoids to look down upon the Gnolls. Spending most of their time raiding, burning, and stealing whatever they could, the tribe was well known about the Steppe as one known for particular brutality.

Drez, being raised in this environment, was no different. Coming to adulthood at the age of ten, the young Gnoll spent most of his early life participating in the horrors of his tribe. Fighting and often competing for status with his many siblings. This bred within him a vicious need for competition and victory. His goal eventually becoming nothing less than becoming the Warmster of his tribe.

Though well liked by the Witch-Mothers that lead his clan, the young Gnoll was never able to achieve his ambition.

It was not however his own people who placed the barrier in front of him, but Naghi of Molthal.

During a journey through the Steppe, it was the great half-giant who saw the potential within the young Gnoll and plucked him from his tribe. For three years Drez served Naghi to an extreme, seeing the Giant as a way to his ambitions. Through those years he committed uncountable horrors, burning cities, leading raids, and slaughtering all those whom he was told.

He earned glory, riches, and even acclaim. All of which was stripped from him due to one single failure.

His crime was great enough, or perhaps the Half-Giant was petty enough, that Drez was stripped of all he had earned. Reduced not to the position of a soldier, but a slave. Thrown into the mines of Molthal, his glory forgotten, his ambition struck down.

Forced to toil against rock and stone Drez was first rageful, angry. His indignation growing day by day until untold years within the asphyxiating dark finally broke him. It was difficult to say what it was. A comment from another Prisoner, the wallowing of his life, or the constant pang of hunger within his stomach.

Whatever the reason, one day Drez woke up simply broken. A malaise of constant misery hanging over his head. A personality switch that for much of his fellow prisoners, was welcome.