Appearance

Physical Description

Zaruk is in peak physical condition—massive, durable, and deceptively fast for someone his size. Years in the colosseum honed his body into a brutal survival machine, and his time under Runara’s training has stripped away excess bulk, leaving behind nothing but purpose-built muscle. His movements are precise and efficient; every strike has intent, every step grounded like a mountain in motion.
 
Despite his size, he’s not lumbering,he fights like a controlled avalanche. His stamina is exceptional, capable of training or fighting for hours without faltering. Old scars line his body, but none hinder him. If anything, they serve as reminders of pain endured, not weaknesses to be exploited. His breathing is slow and measured, a sign of disciplined monk training.
 
In short: Zaruk is built for violence, tempered by restraint. A weapon that chooses when to strike.

Mentality

Personal history

Zaruk Earthsplitter was born into the Rhu’thor, a proud and ancient people who believed in harmony with the land, restraint in conflict, and the strength of unity over dominance. From an early age, Zaruk stood out, not for wisdom or serenity like the others, but for sheer, unstoppable force. Where others meditated, he trained. Where others built, he broke. His rite of passage came early, when he split a massive stone in half with nothing but a war cry and his fists. It earned him the name Earthsplitter, but also unease from the elders.
 
He was a walking contradiction to everything the Rhu’thor valued. Though his strength brought victories during rare defensive skirmishes, his growing obsession with conquest, his desire to lead the herd to war, caused division. His breaking point came during a heated argument with another warrior. Rage blinded him. When it cleared, his kin lay broken beneath him.
 
There was no trial. No redemption. Just exile.
 
Years of wandering hardened Zaruk further. He became a mercenary, then a slave. In Jou’lunn, he was shackled and thrown into the fighting pits like a wild animal. They thought they could tame him. Instead, they forged him. He survived by turning every bout into a lesson, learning timing, control, patience. When the time came, he shattered his chains and painted his way out with blood and fire.
 
He fled to Stormwreck Isle with nothing but his name and the weight of everything he’d lost. It was there, under the guidance of Runara, a Bronze Dragon of ancient wisdom, that he finally began to unravel the knot of anger coiled in his chest. Her teachings didn’t demand that he become peaceful, they demanded that he become precise. Through her, Zaruk found a new path: not to destroy what was weak, but to protect what was worth saving. To master not just the battlefield, but himself.
 
He still trains every morning like he’s preparing for war. The difference is, now he knows why.

Known Languages

Common, Undercommon, Rhu'thor, Khorian

Personality

Social

Birthplace

Eouma