| Relatives | None alive |
|---|---|
| Languages | Common and Giant |
| Affiliations | Mercenary |
| Aliases | Stormterror |
| Marital Status | Single |
| Place of Birth | Unknown |
| Species | Goliath |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 8ft |
| Weight | 300lbs |
| Eye Color | Grey |
Vadath is a Goliath barbarian mercenary
Physical Appearance
Vadath is 8ft tall, 300lbs and his skin has a blue hue to it. He has battle scars all across his body and a tattoo of a shield embedded with a dragons head, in memory of his fallen mother.
Personality
Vadath takes great pride in his strength and battle prowess. He can come off as a bit uncouth or uncivilized at times, he usually is a man of few words. Off the battlefield he is quiet and composed but once battle has started his demeanor changes to animalistic like furry. He is loyal to those he fights besides and honors the friendships that he has forged in battle.
History
Vadaths mother gave birth to him on the side of the road after her village was raided. A passing mercenary company found the new born and a cleric by the name of Sella took potty on him and adopted him as her own. Trained by the Captain Ellric of the raider corp within the company all he knew was battle. Sella and Ellric he viewed as his parents. He began fighting in the company at the age of 7 and has been fighting on the battlefield since. Around the age of 16 durning a particular bloody battle his mercenary company was all but whipped out. His pseudo mother and father, Sella and Ellric, we’re killed by the enemies leader. He himself was believed to be dead and yet he awoke a few days after the conflict amongst a pile of corpses. He searched the battlefield and found his parents bodies and buried them together. He took the shattered remains of his fathers greatsword, a once magnificent blade now nothing more than a charred hilt, in the hopes of surpassing his fathers strength.
Languages
Common, and Giant.
Powers and Abilities
When he is raged he losses all concern for his own life. It is durning these moments his blade exudes necrotic energy. One seemingly born of death is forever close to it.
Weapons
His main weapon is his greatsword though more like a massively heavy hunk of iron than an actually “cutting” weapon. As well as the handle of his pseudo fathers great sword that he carries around hoping to have it reforged to its former glory. He chose this fighting style because at the age of 7 he trained with a full size sword because like his father said “There are no child size swords in a mercenary company.” As he grew his so did his choice in swords so that he could maintain his fighting style.
