See: Braahm Ragetotem, Bisonfolk
[DEAD]
Before you stands a tall hulking figure covered in dense chestnut colored fur. Two large curved horns sprout from the side of his head which are adorned with tribal carvings. Amber eyes peer out from underneath a heavyset brow which give off a hint of both ferocity and wisdom.
My name is Braahm, an exile from his people and former chieftain to-be of the Ragetotem Tribe. My life so far was not an easy one, after losing my mother due to childbirth complications, my father was left grieve stricken and he in some way blamed me for her death.
As soon as I was old enough to hold a spear, I was drafted up for warrior training under the tutelage of the head warrior of our tribe Roark. He taught me most of what I know today and he was more of a father to me than my actual father ever was.
Once I reached adulthood my father temporarily passed on chieftainship to me while he was attending the annual tribes meet, during which chieftains of every tribe travel to the Bisonfolk capital, ???, and take part of their tribes with them to compete in a variety of challenges to honor both Niuzao, and their respective tribes.
Meanwhile during these events a group of Felmane slavers were planning an attack on our tribe during their moment of weakness. What followed was a bloody battle during which a large number on both sides fell. Roark and I where at the front lines of this battle fending off a group of Felmanes that were attempting to sneak away with a couple of the younglings. While I was fending off some of them, one of them managed to outmaneuver my blows and knocked me out with an axe blow to the face. Everything went black after that and next I knew I woke up to my father tending to my wounds. He told me he found me surrounded by the corpses of our people, Roark being one of them. He might not have said so, but I knew that he was disappointed in me and like with my mother, blamed me for the deaths that happened. Once I healed from my injuries I decided that I was not fit to be a part of this tribe any longer and left them in self-imposed exile.
On his journey his first stop was Beluir, the Halfling city. Here he entered the tavern.