Groff

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Gender: Male
Age: 243 (Equivalent to 63 in human years)
Height:30'2" (919.48cm) (Click to compare this height to another’s)
Species:Tundra Troll
From:A more elaborate-than-average troll band found in the eastern side of the tundra.

Loves: His family, working with metal and crafting, patient company.
Likes: Company, color (flowers, specifically), birds, chasing wanderlust, jerky.
Dislikes: Being forced to speak, chaos, having to chisel the stones around his wrists when they inevitably grow too far.
Hates: Unnecessary violence, sleeping on his back.

Bio: 
(Still fleshing out a descriptive bio, my apologies. For now I can give these!)

• Focuses on fireless smithing and uses scavenged materials such as pieces of human/etc. armor and other metal findings to make blunt weapons and crude armor  for his fellow giant trolls.
• Is the sort to take in injured animals and nurse them back to  health. Has done this with travelers as well, unintentionally slowly  building a reputation amongst close natives. He just wants to help what still lives be safe.
• Very quiet, borderline mute, and not very expressive, but a genuinely gentle soul
• Has a genetic disorder where his body produces too much across the  board, leading to him having a sort of giantism known to tundra trolls. This makes him oversized amongst his already giant kin and his body produces enough of those odd stones across his  arms and shoulders to earn him the title "Walking Mountain," it so thickly grown across his back that it has permanently forced him into a notable slouch ith a prominent hunchback (mostly made up of those stones)

Noticeable possessions:
- His Vest
- Patch-work apron made of miss-matching, tanned hides.
- His Home / His Forge

Extra Information
- Like all trolls he is very territorial, but being welcome to company makes his doors always open.
- Bilingual (Very broken Common (English) and Gaelic, his native tongue), but also barely speaks. Has a heavy Irish accent.
-  Often found in his forge/home on the edge of his tribe’s settlement,  but also goes out to get more food and scavenge for materials through  the snow.
- Average troll appetite - very large compared to a human’s. Tends to snack throughout the day to keep it in check.
- He wants to help, but worries about scaring others.
-  Currently bound by the needs of his war band, but has a strong  wanderlust that gets his goat sometimes. Misses being able to traverse  the tundra and climb.
- Unlike other trolls who more often  than not have a weapon of choice, Groff has none, choosing to use his  overgrowth of stones across his body as a natural shield and fists as  his weapon of choice. 
- Has a higher heat tolerance than most tundra trolls because of the profession he had been raised in. 
-  Wears his vest both for function and warmth, but to cover the  overgrowth of stones growing across his shoulders and back – what gives  him his mountainous look.
- Misses his family dearly. More than anything. A father of two, lifelong mate to one, and youngest brother of three, all lost one by one to all different ends. He's the only one of his immediate family that remains.