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 Basic Info

Age: 25 (~30 in "older" pictures)
Race: Half-Giant (Tuathan)
Height: 7'6''
Hair: Black
Eyes: Steel Blue

Personality: Noncommital, Arrogant, he easily knows how to get what he wants and who he wants. As such thinks he can have his cake and eat it too.  Despite all of that he can occasionally open up and be more warmhearted and empathetic than one would think; One might just question his motives.

Extra Info:

• His right ear is triple pierced
• Often seen wearing a feather cap as part of his travel gear
• He always wears his necklace somewhere on his person
  
  
  

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  BACKSTORY SUMMARY

     Born and raised in Vales, Krouse felt very out of place growing up. As such, his demeanor as a child was not the greatest, he was bratty, and aggressive. He didn't grow as much as those around him, and what bits he did were nothing in comparison. Being mocked for it, he initially resented a lot of things about himself. He hated vales, he hated being in such a drab place where he never felt like he belonged and, as a naïve child, his anger for his life situations turned on his parents.

     Twisting his anger at a young age he found a way to pin the blame for everything on his father. Working for the giant guard, his father was a constant figure around town. The fears and obligations of having to follow in his father’s footsteps haunted him. He didn’t want to be stuck in Vales like him. He wanted to be free to go where he where he wanted. He wanted to do more with his life than his father who just settled down and stayed here. Not to mention he’d never truly be able to meet the standards of a “giant”. After all, Vales may have changed from the wars of old but Giants were still a prideful race.

     When Krouse was 13 years old, he lost his father in an accident. He was killed on duty while assisting the people of the town during a storm. All Krouse had left of him a necklace his father gave him before leaving. Rather than being stricken with grief over his father’s death, his anger grew. He hated it here. Did he really want to live a life here like his father did? No. He wanted out of there. He didn’t care what or who he left behind at this point.

     It was roughly a year later that he had managed to meet up with a group of traveling merchants that had made their way into town. He was awed by the stories of their travels. It was everything he had ever wished for. It was during one of his talks with them that the group extended an offer for him to join them; He eagerly obliged. With that Krouse packed what few belongings he had and, without a word to his mother, left.

      Krouse spent almost the next decade with those same merchants, during that time he completely changed as a person on-top of growing up. The freedom traveling with them gave him allowed him to come to peace with himself a lot of what happened in his past; However even after all those years he’s still yet to return back to Vales.

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