| Name: Broil Pigslop | Created: October 2024 |
| Race: Earth Genasi | Campaign: Tyranny of Dragons |
| Class: Barbarian | Starting Level: 1st |
| Gender: Female | Backstory Length: Short |
| Ruleset: DnD5e (2014 Rules) | Audio: Yes |
Backstory
Broil Pigslop was born into the sprawling fields of Etrad, a humble hamlet nestled in the rolling hills of a world where the elements danced with the lives of its inhabitants. The daughter of a pig farmer, she was destined to tread a path paved with mud, sweat, and the occasional heartbreak. Her mother, a gentle soul who tended to both the land and her family, died giving birth to Broil, leaving an indelible void that would shape her childhood.
Growing up in the shadow of three older brothers, Broil quickly learned to fend for herself. Her father, a stoic man burdened by the loss of his wife, was too wrapped up in the farm’s demands to provide the affection she craved. Instead, he often turned a blind eye to the ridicule she faced from her siblings. They mocked her 3ft-9in stature, called her names and laughed at her rough-and-tumble ways, and held her attempts to prove she was as tough as any of them in contempt. It stung, but it also ignited a fire within her—a fierce determination to carve out her own identity.
As the years passed, the weight of her father’s indifference and her brothers’ jeers became unbearable. In a fit of rage and desperation, she made the brave decision to leave the only home she had ever known. The bustling cities beyond Etrad beckoned her with the promise of opportunity and a chance to prove herself. There, she would seek an apprenticeship at a butcher shop, hoping to find her place among the meat cleavers and hanging carcasses. Yet, despite her tenacity, the same prejudices she faced at home followed her into the city. She was still just a small girl in plain dress from a pig farm, an Earth Genasi in a world that valued pedigree over passion.
Despite the struggles, Broil maintained a pleasant demeanor, drawing strength from her kinship with those society often overlooked. She found camaraderie with the lesser races, who understood the grind of life and the struggle for respect. However, her tolerance for the greater races dwindled, especially towards those who flaunted their beauty and privilege. She despised their arrogance, often calling them the “beautiful people” with a scoff, believing they had forgotten the hard work that went into earning respect.
Broil’s exterior might have seemed approachable, but beneath her charming facade lay a simmering rage that could be ignited at any moment. When pushed too far, her temper could unleash a storm of ferocity, and she was more than capable of defending herself. She had learned to fight, to swing her fists just as deftly as she swung a butcher’s knife.
As she navigated the complexities of her new life, Broil Pigslop carried with her the memories of Etrad—the farm, her brothers, and the pain of feeling unloved. Each day was a new battle, but she embraced the struggle, determined to forge her own path, prove her worth, and perhaps find a place where she truly belonged. With a heart forged in adversity and a spirit as unyielding as the earth itself, Broil was ready to take on the world, one butcher’s block at a time.