[Anguirel]

Here's my Minion:

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NAME: Gurth

AGE: 23

RACE: Human (Rohirric)

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Gurth carries a huge cudgel of oaken wood in his right hand. But he has been known to kill with the blow of his left fist alone.

APPEARANCE: Gurth is, in theory, the model of a Rohirric figure-goldenheaded and blue eyed, staggering tall-only a few inches short of seven feet-and broad shouldered. His frame seems forged of contorted muscle, lean and powerful. But the look in his face is disconcerting. The eyes show scarce emotion, the smile is more of a grimace, and the mouth drools in moments of extreme wrath.

Since taking up employment with Lord Sorn, Gurth is well kitted out, and his garb would mark him out as a freeman, were it not for its colour-pale yellows and greens, the motley coat of an idiot. Gurth wears no armour, and probably needs none.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Gurth’s personality is somewhat difficult to discern, in the way that it is challenging to analyse the personality of a bull. He speaks little, and in a slurred, unsteady voice. He probably knows few words save “Master”, “Sorn”, “Gurth”, “drink”, “smash”, and “Grendel”-the name of his beloved wolf-mastiff. Gurth is terrifying in a fight, where he moves with unfeasible swiftness and deftness of foot, and has no idea what is meant by fear. Besides, Grendel usually battles alongside his keeper.

HISTORY: Gurth’s mother Gythu was said to be overjoyed to have given birth to such a handsome, large, splendid baby. When he killed a mad dog with his fist shortly after his birth, she decided to call him Helm. It would prove an ill choice. As the years went by, Helm was as mute as ever, but grew more violent. One day he threw his mother from the roof of their farmstead and wandered off, slaying any who did not flee from him.

Known as a dangerous madman, Gurth, as he was now named, largely in scorn, was often placated with strong drink, which he was unused to and made him quickly fall asleep. Developing a taste for it, he would break into houses to find mead, though he preferred still stronger draughts. A drunken, filthy idiot, he was among the lowest of the low.

This changed when he saved the wolf-mastiff mongrel Grendel from a man-at-arms who had been detailed to kill it. The two mad, kicked, abused giants became fast friends. The height of his fortunes came when Sorn, riding to hunt, admired the bestial splendour of dog and man, and persuaded them to enter his keep in return for regular supplies of mead and ale. Gurth was arrayed as a fool under a noble’s protection, and served as a fearsome watchman and henchman, blindly loyal.