Princes of Apocalypse
Thraggo grew up in a pretty normal dwarf family, in a mostly dwarf community somewhere near the Sword Mountains outside of Phandalin. His parents and older siblings worked as miners and it provided for a fair lifestyle, but nothing opulent. Thraggo always had trouble in school. It wasn’t that he lacked intelligence, he just didn’t care for the booklearning. He felt the experience he gained hunting, crafting, out in the wilderness, working with his hands, those were the things that were worth learning. When it came time to get a job though, no one would hire a supposed dimwit who couldn’t graduate school! This enraged Thraggo, who always had a bit of a temper. He could keep it under control most of the time, but on a marked number of occasions Thraggo went over the edge, and this was one of them. Disgracing his family, Thraggo eventually found work on the seedier side of town. Certain less than moral societies were always looking for people who knew how to handle themselves, and more importantly handle other folks too. Thraggo’s burning anger worked well there, where we settled right in as enforcer for the Redbrands. While working he slowly learning that his anger could be a tool more than a liability. He honed it, crafted it, made it something powerful. He could almost turn it on and off at will, harnessing the rage to perform unmistakable acts of violence.
Over time, Thraggo grew weary of the criminal life. Violence raged in his veins, but also took a tole on his humanity (if a dwarf has any of that). It was this that led him to cast out on his own, to seek redemption and find a way to atone for his sins. He now wanders, always covering himself in a dark hooded cloak to at once remind himself of his days as a criminal enforcer but also to hide his identity should someone recognize him.