Zastava "Iron Bull" Greves

Zastava Greves
"The Iron Bull"

Biographical information

Birthplace Born Died Age 27 Home Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Male Height 6'2'' Mass 290 lbs Hair color Black Eye color Dark green Skin color Dark bronze tan

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

Out-of-character information

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Descriptive Looks: Large, to say the least. With shoulders as wide as he is socially inept. Zastava was born big, and given natural strength and weight. Years of working on a farm and later a bandit gang has honed this strength of his.
He has a thick head of black, and unkempt hair, that he brushes to the side with his hand. His eyes are a dark green and rather intense.
Zastava's pigment is a dark olive. Making him look like he is the proud owner of a never wavering, dark bronze tan.
Markings?: There is a thin white scar that runs across his lips. The lack of pigment in the mark making it very noticeable, contrasting nicely with his dark skin tone
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Personality: Arrogant. He thinks for himself and almost always for himself. And yet, he is generally patient and calm. Waiting for right opportunities instead of rushing in with a heart full of rage.
Ideals: Wandering. Ever since his gang was hunted down and slaughtered, he isn't one to really stick around places.
Weaknesses: Zastava is, to be honest, not the smartest man around. Illiterate, and not able to handle himself well in proper social interactions. His size can also be of disadvantaged, making him loud, and easy to spot by any guards or people that want him dead. Not the picture of a stealthy rogue who can hide amongst the shadows.
Strengths: Again, his size. Born with natural and immense strength, he can hold his own in a fight. He was also born with the ability to not feel pain. While this, is a double edged sword. On one hand Zastava can keep fighting while taking multiple hits and wounds. On the other, he still suffers the effects of blood loss, limb loss, and of course death.
Likes: Booze, women, coin, and fighting. He's a simple man with simple interests.
Dislikes: Mercenaries, city guards, as well as intellectuals. They make him feel lesser.

Armor: A set of thick, and crudely made, steel plate armor. Kept simple and heavy. The only "ornate" parts of this armor are the small spikes that adorn the knuckles of the gauntlets
Weapons: Zastava, uses no weapons. Those spikes on his gauntlet are not for show. He likes to get close and personal with his opponents. Using the oh so graceful method of punching people to death.
Affiliations: N/A
Lore: Born to a poor farming family, who owned a small plot of land a few miles north of Fal'Addas. His mother and father had moved there, from a small village within Amol-Kalit, to seek greener pastures. Zastava was born large, a large baby who his mother struggled to feed. As he grew, the problem of keeping up his large mass became more and more troublesome. Zastava never felt at home within the mainly Elvish nation, often ostracized for his appearance by his elven peers.
When he was at the ripe young age of thirteen, he was expelled from his home, the financial burden of the boy's daily upkeep far too much for the nearly impoverished family.
So from there he wandered east, through the Savannah, until he reached the outskirts of Allira. There he quickly came into the fold of a small gang of bandits, who would often attack merchants who traveled the road into the city.
Most of the food the gang had taken was given to Zastava. He started to look up to the gang's captain. An orc, who admired the boy's natural strength and prowess. After all, not many at that age could make that journey eastward alone.
Years past, and as Zastava grew older, he became more renowned for his sheer brutality. Often beating people to death if they did not meet the gang's demands. Naturally it wasnt long before he took the reigns, becoming the bandit captain.
From there he enjoyed the life of crime and debauchery.
Until his gang's exploits became far too much of a problem.
They were ambushed while hunting the road for travelers, mercenaries slaughtered his gang members.
But somehow, Zastava would cheat death. Not willing to give up his lifestyle, The Iron Bull would wander. In search of a new gang.