Colwald Kirchwiler

Neutral

Human

Ranger

Adult

Surviving a dragon's rampage might set any brave youth on the path of dragon hunting, but enduring one in the manner Colwald did, gave him the raw hate for the creatures necessary to enjoy such a calling.
When the green dragon that attacked his hamlet set upon it in the night, it was no simple raid for treasure or quick massacre for food. Instead the beast systematically collapsed every building in on its' occupants, maiming the few that escaped and leaving them in the open. It then picked through the rubble enough to expose survivors but leave them trapped, and waited for the light of dawn so it could make them watch as it slowly melted the wounded from the waist up, or ate others in a similar manner. All this Colwald bore witness, pinned, until his grandmother was able to pull him through the splintered beams, into the cellar with her.
No more than a half-dozen survived the horror, none returned to the wreckage with the looming threat of the dragon at large. The experience gave Colwald a cold-burning ember of malice in the pit of his gut that he would use as an inexhaustible fuel for training to hunt dragons, without pity or parley. He took his name from the shattered remnants of his home, and does not speak his birth name to any.