Barlow

PERSONALITY

Barlow's time in seclusion has lead him to become very estranged from society and its expectation of manners and socialization. He comes across as secretive and menacing, but also rude and boisterous, though he does not intend for it. He has literally been living under a rock for years.

He often forgets when he is in a establishment with other patrons, and will suddenly roar with laughter, or speak too loudly about matters that should be kept quiet. He forgets his size, and so is very clumsy in small spaces, forgetting that other people and housing are not built like strong Minotaurs.

Since leaving the temple he called home for so long he finds blending into society difficult, but he wants very much to learn how to do so. He may often ask questions that come across as too personal, but he only wants to learn more about people and their place in society.

He wants very much to show his kindness to others, but his imposing presence sometimes makes it difficult to do so. He believes wholey in the morals of Helm, that the strong should protect the weak, or their strength is wasted on them. 

He finds joy, humor and fascination in the little things he comes across on his travels, such as the use of cutlery by most folk, a tree shaped like a person, or a fire breathing street performer.

BACKSTORY 

Barlow comes from a tribe of rather elitist Minotaurs who are proud and defensive of their lineage. They believe they are the perfect race, so much so that they have fully submerged and deny their Rashook evolution origin. Barlow, however, had always known their ancestral begginings, and encouraged his people to embrace it, that they should share with other Rashook decendants, and embrace their differences. This won him very little support by his peers, and his great fighting skills was seeminly the only reason they tolerated him.

Once he reached maturity, he was able to challenge his sister for leadership of his tribe, and he rallied that if he won, he would extend a hand to other beast races, to open up trades, friendships and group diversity.

However, just as he thought he had his sister beat, he got cocky, and boasted of his future plans to his people, giving his sister the perfect distraction to strike back and gore his face with her horns. Barlow was rendered unconscious immediately, and collapsed a bloody mess, his left eye badly damaged. 

When he awoke, he was alone. His people had seemingly gone to find a new place to settle, and had left him for dead. It seems his ideals had won him no friendships amongst his people.

Broken and bleeding, he wandered in search of help, but eventually collapsed infront of an crumbled, overgrown temple, one dedicated to an old, forgotten god.

Upon awakening, Barlow found his eye had healed, and a scar ran across his forehead where the wound had been. Shocked and humbled by his aparent second chance at life, Barlow dedicated his life to Helm, the god of this temple, believing that he had saved his life on that day.

Through meditation and prayer at the temple, Barlow became a Cleric of Helm, and dedicated his time to restoring the temple, and learning to heal and grow his own food.

Barlow lived at that temple for close to 15 years, becoming very secluded and out of touch with the world, only occassionally speaking with travelers to trade his vegetables for other goods.