I am Hung Well.  I was born in Rithwic to an immigrant Sho housekeeper and an Aluvian miner.  My childhood was hard.  My father was a cruel harsh man who believed that my small stature was well suited for extracting the final ounce of ore from the tiniest crevice in the exhausted mines of Rithwic.  My mother was cowed and abused.  We were both often beaten.  When I was still but a lad my father beat my mother to death in a drunken rage.  The next morning there was a terrible accident in the mines and he was entombed for eternity in a deep pit.

After the death of my parents I used my pitiful inheritance to outfit myself with armor and a bow and took myself to nearby Eastham where I honed my skills in archery and martial arts on the bloody beach.  In time I became a master of my craft and magic’s became known to me.  All the while I was haunted by the spectres of my mother and father and found that I could quiet them only in din of battle.

I became a berzerker.  I live only for the fight and the joy of the kill.  All things living must be made dead.  In my life I have amassed great fortunes and collected many powerful magic items.  I could have long since retired to a life of luxury and peace but I will not have it.  The lust for battle consumes me.

Today I live in the dire outpost of Weijou.  Perhaps my savagery can be quenched there.  I know that my efforts there help provide a safe haven for the other residents but it really matters not.  All I need are occasional supplies and a place to rest from time to time. My foes are great in power and abundance but I will not rest till they are all dead!