Chewie
Appearance:
Wild, brown fatty hair. Light blue/grey skin. Deep layed eyes that seem to stare at nothing for times on end. Visible mental absence sometimes. Muscular (getting more muscular every day he remains on the ship/in the fort). Wearing light armor and a spear.
Personality:
Chewie is a simple troll. He reveres female trolls as walking gods. Eats, sleeps, pisses, and hunts. He doesn't necessarily likes combat itself, but he likes winning. Since the destruction of most of his tribe he has trouble not exercising and training, he has gotten very good with his spear, under the guidance of the warriors of the coppercrew and his own experience as a hunter. Furthermore jumpy, twitchy behavior is reflected in his combat skills as he leaps away from enemy attacks, seemingly random. Building the fort and any other small jobs keeps him from losing his mind at the moment.
Background:
Chewie was born in Toemba his tribe. He probably had a child or two of himself in that tribe but never bothered with raising the children because it was hard to tell which ones where his. He enjoyed hunting and chewing the drugs that the females gave them. He enjoyed the drugs better than the sex even. One day he had a bad patch of herbs to chew and he never fully recovered. This makes him somewhat incoherent at times. If Toemba wasn't their that day he would have probably died chocking on his own puke. Toemba and Chewie never talk about that.
When Toemba was banished Chewie secretly thought about going with him but in the end was to scared to go and leave the safety of the tribe and all he knew in favour of "adventure" and "the unknown", but when Toemba returned to "save" what was left of the tribe Chewie secretly grew jealous of Toemba's experience and bravado.