Character Biographies
(First-Person Narrative Format)
Created a series of literary character biographies written in a fragmented format, designed to unfold gradually through multiple parts. Each biography is structured as a five-chapter first-person narrative.
Every text is written as a short story from the character’s perspective.
Authored the biographies of Sturr the Dwarf and the Moon King Lestar.
Character Story: Sturr the Red, Dwarf
This Imperial mead is damn good — loosens the tongue, though. And I have to say, Hammer, you’ve got yourself a fine place here. My old man had a house not unlike this one… What’s that you’re mumbling? Hard to make it out with that gag in your mouth. Ha! Funny thing is, before I tied you up, you were screaming “bastard!” at the top of your lungs.
You know, it’s these lands that made me what I am. Taught me how to survive. Hells… a few drinks in and I’m already getting sentimental. Well then. You’ll be the first and the last soul I ever tell my story to.
My father loved me. We had a dog named Red — good beast, loyal. One morning my uncle walked into my room and told me neither my father nor the dog were alive anymore. I was just a runt back then, barely bigger than a loaf of bread — and with nothing but soft crumb in my skull.
The forge passed to my uncle after my father’s death. He made me work it day and night. He drank like a pig and beat me just as often. Years later, when I was near grown, he got blind drunk and confessed he’d poisoned both my father and the dog to claim the forge.
I didn’t think twice. Shoved his face straight into the furnace. I’ll never forget the smell of burning flesh on that foul mug of his.
I ran after that. The Empire tossed me from road to road. Took to banditry. Once I robbed the house of some rich old hag, wrinkled like a dried apricot. She had guards — mercenaries — but I took them all down. Turned out she was the mother of Torus, some big-time fixer. His gang caught me and threw me into a cage with a werewolf.
See this scar over my eye? Beast’s claw. I killed the thing and got out alive. That paw gave me the idea to craft these clawed knuckle-dusters. I used to be a smith, remember? Later I burned Torus’s camp to the ground and carved up his face so bad there wasn’t an inch left untouched.
Another time I raided a merchant caravan with a crew of brutes who decided they didn’t fancy sharing the spoils. They beat me half to death and left me in a ditch. A herbalist found me there, dragged me to his miserable shack. Nursed me with foul-smelling brews. Took care of me.
Can’t say I was ungrateful. It’s just… he smelled of old age and death. I couldn’t stand it. So when I left, I nicked a bundle he kept under the floorboards. Full of gold.
Shame the guards caught me drunk and snoring in a tavern soon after. Still, prison had its perks. Learned to pick locks like an artist. My cellmate — a god among thieves — taught me to handle a lockpick like a toothpick. We escaped together, and I went back to the good old trade of robbery and broken noses. That little skill saved me from the gallows more than once.
In the end, though, waking up in ditches and running from chains grows tiresome. I wasn’t some wide-eyed pup anymore. Figured it was time to claim my place under the sun.
Heard Borh’s Boars were looking for a fighter. Borh takes in ex-scum like me, teaches them discipline. But when I showed up, he’d already given his word to you, Hammer.
So I joked — what if something happened to you? Would a spot open up?
Oh yes. It would.
That’s when I waited for you in the tavern. Nothing personal, Hammer. I swear this is my last dirty job. Don’t worry — I won’t kill you. They’re hunting me down south, you see. If I give you a matching scar, no one will tell us apart. I’ll collect the bounty for my own head.
To your health, eh? Ha!
Character Story: Lestar
Performing before a living audience can be rather demanding.
For me, though? Quite convenient — in a crypt, everyone sleeps soundly. Still, I’m not used to this tomb-like silence when I deliver a joke.
Well then, my dear dead ladies and gentlemen, it seems the Moon King Lestar the First has finally lost his mind, speaking to you like this. Though, frankly, who could blame me? I defeated the armies of the Underwater Kingdom, claimed the power of a god, slew the Minotaur, was treacherously murdered — and returned centuries later.
But let us begin at the beginning.
The War with the Underwater Kingdom
I, heir to Niordan, ruler of Moongard, mastered the art of two-handed weapons from an early age.
When I was still a young man, the Underwater Kingdom invaded Moongard and flooded half the realm. My father fell in battle.
I clashed with tritons and the Kraken himself. Fought for days on end and barely survived by playing dead. And when the wretched beast swallowed me whole, I carved my way out from the inside. Though I’m not entirely certain Krakens even have a belly… Ah, never mind.
In the end, the leader of the Underwater Kingdom lost his tentacles — and I prevailed. After that, they laid down their tridents, raised their fins in surrender, and yielded.
Moonlight’s Radiance
There I was, lying in the bedchamber of the Moon Goddess herself…
Wait. Let’s start at the beginning.
My fame had reached the Lunar Gods, and they summoned me to their realm. That is where I met the enchanting Selene.
Now then — we are in her chamber, and in storms her tyrant of a husband, the Moon King Damon. Let me tell you, fleeing from him was far more difficult than fighting the Kraken.
The jealous fool challenged me. I spent three days considering how one defeats a god. Selene discreetly informed me where to find the Crescent Halberd and the Moon-Faced Pauldron. I had to lay a few mummies to rest — rather like you, my dear audience — before claiming the artifacts.
Even armed with them, I was not yet Damon’s equal. So I did what any sensible man would do — I began to dance. Distracted him. Wounded him. He fell, and his enchanted crown landed at my feet.
Then the Moon King transformed into a demon and revealed that his power came from dark magic — that he would slaughter every human on Earth and usher in the age of the Dark Gods.
Naturally, I seized the crown. In that moment, I felt chosen. I summoned an army of the undead.
Together, we defeated Damon. The gods proclaimed me the first Moon King to rule upon the Earth. The people adored me — for my generosity, and for my celebrations.
As for Selene… let’s just say there’s only room for one star.
The Princess and the Minotaur
One day, I was relaxing in a southern city, sipping ambrosia, when a commotion broke out. The local princess, Caitlin, had vanished — and her father, the king, was found dead.
Naturally, I summoned his spirit. That is how I learned that beneath the palace lay the Minotaur’s labyrinth. A foul creature with a bull’s head, devouring young maidens the king had been sacrificing in exchange for eternal life.
When the beast demanded the princess, the king tried to break the bargain — and paid with his life. He failed to save his daughter from being taken.
So I entered the labyrinth and quite literally took the bull by the horns. As fate would have it, I was wearing red that day, which only fueled his rage. The brute charged like a storm.
Still, I brought him down — and rescued the princess.
Caitlin became my fourth wife. Yes, fourth. I have been married four times, fathered twelve children, and at the moment, I am very much available.
Seeking a lady with a big heart — and everything else to go with it.
How I Met My Death
There was no one left to guard the Empire. The Avatar had fallen, and no successor rose in his place. That was when the cunning Emperor Noah seized power.
My friend and adviser, Cassius, decided diplomacy was the wiser path and invited the Emperor to Moongard. The new ruler arrived — with an army.
Cassius and I charged into battle together. And then — he drove a blade straight into my heart.
The two of them had made a bargain. Noah feared I would overthrow him and claim the Imperial throne. Cassius was promised a crown in exchange for my life.
For the record, I never wanted to be Emperor. Far too much paperwork.
So I spat in Cassius’s face… and died.
The people of Moongard refused to recognize him as king. They buried him alive beyond the cemetery walls and drove the Imperial lackeys out of the city. A new Avatar eventually overthrew Noah. I learned all of this from the bats when I returned from the grave.
Ah — there they are now. Peanut and Antonio.
What is it? Someone approaching? Admirers, perhaps? Here for an autograph?
Ha!
And with that, I bid you farewell. This has been the Moon King Lestar.
Stay tuned for more tales from beyond the grave.