Name: Heorgar “The Survivor”

Gender/Pronouns: male, he/him

Age: 45

Race: Half-Golliath (Half-Giant)

Occupation: Former Fighter, Tinkerer

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Trivia

• In Curumë’s thief gang, Heorgar covered the role of the tinkerer. He was responsible for creating potions, healing salves, explosive tinctures, and poisons.
• He also made sure their hideout was always full of plants and took good care of them, much to Caydranth’s delight.
• Heorgar often suffered from phantom pains due to his amputated arm, but his healing salves and Caydranth’s clerical knowledge helped him.
• Besides phantom pains, he also suffered from nightmares and flashbacks, and thus rarely got enough sleep. When awake, he took over guard duty and used the time to care for his plants.
• Despite his giant build and muscular body, he is soft by nature and treats others with gentleness and respect. Due to his experiences in war, he knows how to fight, however, and he grows feral to protect the ones he cares about. </aside>

Background Story

Heorgar was born a farmer’s son in a small village far off at the foot of the mountains. He spent his childhood helping out on the farm and developed a special love for everything growing.

At the age of 35, he took over his parents’ duties and fell in love with Helia, the village’s smith. Helia reciprocated his feelings, and soon they were expecting a child.

Then rumors of war spread like wildfire across the country, and it did not take long until the local lord’s men came to the sleepy village where Helia and Heorgar lived. Every man and woman healthy and able to fight was needed, they said. Heorgar was healthy, but not willing.

He begged Helia to run with him and start a new life somewhere else. They could live together as a family, perhaps open a flower shop together. But Helia refused. She would go to war herself, she said, if it were not for the child she carried.

Heorgar was devastated by her answer, but accepted it. He would not run on his own, and if push came to shove, he swore to protect his partner and unborn child with his life. Helia was grateful, but told him she would protect him too, the best way she knew how to.

In the following days, she spent her time at the forge, making beautiful armor and a sturdy weapon for her beloved. When the day of departure came, Heorgar hugged her, kissed her, and thanked her for the gifts she had bestowed on him. He would return to them, he promised. Then, perhaps, they could return to their old life, or start that flower shop somewhere new.

This never happened. The war was brutal and gruesome, and demanded the ultimate price from Heorgar.

As he lay on the battlefield, bleeding, dying, and thinking of his family, his life was saved by his general. His right arm, his sword arm, however, was forever lost.

Traumatized, disabled, and beaten, he was released from his duty and sent back with nothing but a medal of honor and the scrap metal of his armor. But Heorgar could only think of returning to his family. To see his child with his own eyes and to live together with Helia, as he had always wanted to.

When he arrived at the village, however, she was gone, along with half of the town. It had been attacked, they told him. Nobody knew where they had taken his family. Certainly, they were long dead.

Heorgar was in agony, but refused to give up. He swore to find them, even if he had to search the entire earth. That is how he ended up in Luskan [verse dependent, name and location might change with lore updates] and met Curumë.

The Half-Elf found him half-wild, half-starved, and stumbling through the streets, dirt-poor and reeking of beer. When Curumë offered to help him with his search through the use of his network in the underground, Heorgar was suspicious at first. But Curumë not only offered him support and knowledge, but also a “job,” even if it was as a criminal, and a roof over his head.