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This is an idea I had when scrolling on Tumblr and saw dnd hybrid species, and it came to me and made me want to add some drama lol!

Full Name: Zolrark

Nickname(s): Little Boar (by Beorn), Zol, Halfbreed, The Durin's Bastard Child

Age: Not sure yet, but maybe around Dis's age but slightly older. *Shrugs*

Species: Orc-Dwarf Hybrid

Occupation: Hunts for meat and pelts to trade at the market in Laketown sometimes

Personality: Aloof, Calm, Protective, Distant, Caring

Family: Urzoth (mother; deceased), Thrain (bio father), Thorin, (half brother), Frerin (half brother), Dis (half sister), Dwalin (half cousin), Balin (half cousin), Fili and Kili (half nephews)

Friends: Beorn, the Company (slowly after a while), Bard, Thranduil, Tauriel

Likes: Woodcarving, Hunting, His Wooden Flute, Animals

Dislikes: Being Shunned for being a Halfbreed, Getting Hurt by those Close to him, Loud Noises, Small Spaces, Gems

Bio: Zolrark was the result of a drunken one night stand with his mother, an orc, and his father Thrain of the Lonely Mountain, which left him out casted the day he was born. His mother was shunned from her home because of her relations with a dwarf and creating a Halfbreed, thus Zolrark was raised by his mother alone with the small bit of information she shared to him of her encounter with him and the rune he had given to her out of kindness. However, when he was 12 he and his mother were ambushed by a group of traveling slave traders that were human, and he was taken after killing his mother who tried to protect him, and boy was that just thebstart of his years of hell.

Growing as a slave was pure torture for Zolrark, spent fighting in rings for profit, beaten and abused in horrible ways, and other worse things before one night passing through the forest, he managed to escape his tormentors when the sound of a bear's ferocious roar filled the air and left them in panic before they were attacked and killed. He managed to get away far in his weak state, cutting through branches as he knew he couldn't fight off the bear in his condition, but he could only reach a small creek when he eventually succumbed to his wounds and exhaustion with a large shadow looming over him.

When Zolrark awoke, he was surprised when he found himself in a wooden cottage with furniture larger than himself, lying on a bed patched up. That was when he met Beorn, who had found him after dealing with the traders intruding on his land and felt sympathetic for him and brought him to his home to heal, recognizing a slave just like he once was. Ever since, Zolrark had been staying with the skinchanger out of gratitude, and formed a good bond with the man, though did get annoyed often when the large brute man would pick him up and want to care for him but eventually gave up trying as he knew it was how Beorn was.

Though never did he expect that one day he would be his half brother and family when they arrive on their doorstep to reclaim Erebor.

Hope you like it!

Description
This is an idea I had when scrolling on Tumblr and saw dnd hybrid species, and it came to me and made me want to add some drama lol!

Full Name: Zolrark

Nickname(s): Little Boar (by Beorn), Zol, Halfbreed, The Durin's Bastard Child

Age: Not sure yet, but maybe around Dis's age but slightly older. *Shrugs*

Species: Orc-Dwarf Hybrid

Occupation: Hunts for meat and pelts to trade at the market in Laketown sometimes

Personality: Aloof, Calm, Protective, Distant, Caring

Family: Urzoth (mother; deceased), Thrain (bio father), Thorin, (half brother), Frerin (half brother), Dis (half sister), Dwalin (half cousin), Balin (half cousin), Fili and Kili (half nephews)

Friends: Beorn, the Company (slowly after a while), Bard, Thranduil, Tauriel

Likes: Woodcarving, Hunting, His Wooden Flute, Animals

Dislikes: Being Shunned for being a Halfbreed, Getting Hurt by those Close to him, Loud Noises, Small Spaces, Gems

Bio: Zolrark was the result of a drunken one night stand with his mother, an orc, and his father Thrain of the Lonely Mountain, which left him out casted the day he was born. His mother was shunned from her home because of her relations with a dwarf and creating a Halfbreed, thus Zolrark was raised by his mother alone with the small bit of information she shared to him of her encounter with him and the rune he had given to her out of kindness. However, when he was 12 he and his mother were ambushed by a group of traveling slave traders that were human, and he was taken after killing his mother who tried to protect him, and boy was that just thebstart of his years of hell.

Growing as a slave was pure torture for Zolrark, spent fighting in rings for profit, beaten and abused in horrible ways, and other worse things before one night passing through the forest, he managed to escape his tormentors when the sound of a bear's ferocious roar filled the air and left them in panic before they were attacked and killed. He managed to get away far in his weak state, cutting through branches as he knew he couldn't fight off the bear in his condition, but he could only reach a small creek when he eventually succumbed to his wounds and exhaustion with a large shadow looming over him.

When Zolrark awoke, he was surprised when he found himself in a wooden cottage with furniture larger than himself, lying on a bed patched up. That was when he met Beorn, who had found him after dealing with the traders intruding on his land and felt sympathetic for him and brought him to his home to heal, recognizing a slave just like he once was. Ever since, Zolrark had been staying with the skinchanger out of gratitude, and formed a good bond with the man, though did get annoyed often when the large brute man would pick him up and want to care for him but eventually gave up trying as he knew it was how Beorn was.

Though never did he expect that one day he would be his half brother and family when they arrive on their doorstep to reclaim Erebor.

Hope you like it!