Hellen

Half-Orc / Barbarian

Submitted character story

You are the barbarian who walked the Blackfen and moved like the Quiet Strategist because trust is a luxury you buried. The moment that brought you back wasn't redemption. It was the knife in your boot and the choice to become the thing they forced you to be. Every swing of that stolen axe carries the weight of the brother you killed, the family you can never return to. They'll remember you as the one who refused to be prey, no matter the cost.

Defining moment: Her five orcish half-brothers surrounded her, ready to take what they wanted by force. But she pulled the hidden hunting knife from her boot and stabbed the eldest in the chest, killing him. She grabbed his axe and ran into the wilderness, the others chasing her. She's been running ever since.

Running from something