Chud is a mountain of a man with a thick neck and a square jaw. He keeps his hair cut in a tight, monastic buzz and his face is usually clean shaven except for a slight shadow. He wears his white acolyte vestments tied around his waist, exposing his massive, scarred torso, and he carries his heavy greataxe as if it were a holy relic.

I speak in short, declarative sentences. I believe that hard work and physical exertion are forms of prayer. I have little patience for nuance or moral ambiguity, preferring to see the world in clear terms of right and wrong. I am deeply protective of the weak and often act as a literal shield for my allies.

Chud was left on the steps of the Monastery of the Stern Balance as an infant. He grew up scrubing floors, reciting scripture, and attempting to find inner peace. While the other acolytes found tranquility in meditation, Chud only found it in the rhythmic swing of a practice maul or the exhaustion of heavy labor. He tried to be a man of words, but the divine sparked something more primal in his blood. Whenever he witnessed injustice, a white-hot heat would flare behind his eyes that no prayer could douse. Eventually, the High Priest recognized that Chud's path to the divine was not through a pulpit, but through the cleansing of evil from the world. He was sent forth with the monastery's blessing and a heavy axe to act as a militant arm of their faith. He views his rage not as a loss of control, but as a righteous fervor granted by the heavens to strike down the wicked. He travels now to find a cause worthy of his strength, seeking to impose order on a chaotic world.