Rūkmar Uzdruv (ROOK-mar OOZ-droov)

Rūkmar is a towering, battle-hardened warrior with a heavily muscled frame built for endurance and brute strength. His body is marked by countless scars, each telling the story of past battles, exile, and survival. A deep wound across his chest and calloused knuckles hint at the brutal life he has led.\   Despite his size, Rūkmar moves with the precision of a seasoned fighter, relying on calculated brutality rather than reckless aggression. His stamina is inhuman, allowing him to fight for hours, shrugging off exhaustion and pain. However, age and past injuries weigh on him—his joints ache, his flexibility is reduced, and the toll of a lifetime of war is beginning to settle into his bones.   While not invincible, Rūkmar is near unbreakable—a warrior who has endured what most could not and keeps going, not because he wants to, but because stopping is not an option.

Rūkmar was born into a proud and disciplined clan that valued silence, strength, and resilience above all else. His people believed a warrior’s heart should be like iron—unyielding, steadfast, and impervious to weakness. Emotions were not to be indulged but mastered, and their philosophy centered on discipline, honor, and duty.   From childhood, Rūkmar was trained as a warrior, shaped by a harsh land of open skies and unforgiving terrain. He learned to track prey across wild expanses, hunt with precision, and fight with the discipline of a seasoned soldier. Among his kin, he became known as a rock—steady, immovable, and reliable. He rarely spoke, letting his actions define him.   As a young warrior, Rūkmar gained the respect of his people through unwavering dedication. He fought in border skirmishes, defended his clan from rivals, and carried himself with the quiet strength his culture revered.  

The Tragedy of Gethrak

Rūkmar’s path shifted when he was assigned to mentor Gethrak, a bold young warrior-in-training who admired him like an older brother. Eager and reckless, Gethrak constantly pushed for greater challenges. Against his better judgment, Rūkmar allowed them to venture into contested lands, where danger was never far.   There, disaster struck. Ambushed by rival warriors, Rūkmar fought with ferocity, cutting down enemies in a storm of steel. Yet even his strength could not protect Gethrak. The youth fell in battle, leaving Rūkmar bloodied and broken beside his fallen protégé.  

Exile & Wanderings

When Rūkmar returned with Gethrak’s body, his clan judged his actions as a grave failure of wisdom. Trusted with another’s life, he had chosen recklessness, and the cost was unforgivable. Exile was his punishment—stripped of place and kin, cast into the wilderness alone.   For years, he wandered. Guilt weighed heavy, solitude hardened him, and the familiar lands of his youth became a graveyard of memory. He survived by will and skill, but without purpose. The ideals that once defined him—honor, duty, and strength—became hollow echoes, leaving only a man searching for meaning.