Gudrun
Though Gudrun easily passes for Human, there appears to have been a splash of Orc blood somewhere in his bloodline. A bridging forehead dominates his face, and sleepy eyes do little to improve the challenged appearance of the young man. The gentle giant tends to be a little slow with his mental faculties, but he possess an intuitive touch with most animals he care takes and manifests a genuine interest in embracing the cause of good.
Gudrun’s mother was a midwife who served faithfully for the local Luck shrine from time to time until she recently died from natural causes. Gudrun’s only known family, the church has been looking for a means to place the saddened man who suddenly finds himself at a great loss for purpose.
Gudrun has little interest in wealth, seeking only companionship and belonging. He tends to attach himself to a single individual with whom he has established a trust. Boots or socks always cover the simple man’s understandably stinky feet, largely to cover the slight webbing of his toes. He has a pet mouse which he keeps in his pockets, and despite his exceptional affinity with animals, he possesses an unnatural fear of chickens to the point of never having eaten them.
“Farms is nice enough places, stock n’ all. I jus’n stay away from th’ coop.” –Gudrun