PFS Barbarian '14
Jovlund, as large and strong as most half-orc are, has spent most of his life working whatever odd jobs he can, proving his worth through his physical prowess. His origin and circumstances of conception unclear, his formative years spent in an orphanage, at first opportunity he took up with a caravan to seek greener pastures in distant lands. Being a man of his hands, Jovlund has spent most of his life guarding things, people and organizations of more importance than his “half-breed self”. His treatment at the hands of others due to his race has left him with a sour taste in his mouth and a cold outlook on life. He sees misfortune as a sad fact of life over which complaints and bemoaning do little but cause distraction from making clear decisions. Though his past left him with little education or concern for acquiring knowledge, whatever untapped natural faculties he was born with have given his an edge in seeing the most direct path to achieving his goals in tangible direct ways. Most recently his nomadic life drew him out of Cheliax where he worked as a door man and debt enforcer for gambling and blood sport facility. Jovlund sees the world as a harsh place where no man has reason to complain, and whose lot in life was determined by fates outside of his own control. The suffering of others is unfortunate, but does not necessitate action.