The name Brick-Knuckle Jack is a fixture among the less savory. Ten feet tall, at least, some claim. His shirts sewn from discarded zeppelin bags, others. Base thugs, hearing that Brick-Knuckle Jack is coming to collect payment, warble out stories of how one, just like them, lost his head over a debt without even knowing it was coming. The story goes that old Brick-Knuckle Jack simply jammed his hand through the wall of the place and popped the boy's cranium off like a wine cork.
What Brick-Knuckle Jack is, is an ogre, oprhaned as most ogres are, who found himself a niche in the seedy underbelly of the city. Huge and hulking, Brick-Knuckle Jack never has trouble finding as work as an enforcer, as a debt collector, a bodyguard. And oh, how old Jack loves the city. Keeping his whiskers cropped short, wearing his iconoclastic bowler (specially tailored from three hats) and suspenders (pieced together from warjack straps). Brick-Knuckle Jack looks almost a proper man, instead of whatever rough bite of Ogre his birth name was, if his giant mother even bothered to give little Jack that much of a thought.
But when an errant thug or smuggler sees Brick-Knuckle bearing down on them, the thick brow, cruel eyes, and hands like clenching mountains, they realize that Brick-Knuckle Jack will never be a man, truly.
And as much as he tries to deny it, Brick-Knuckle Jack knows that, too.
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Playing an Ogre would require level six, I believe, and I'd probably go for a Barbarian/Monk, Rogue/Monk, or something along those lines, assuming I could use the Monk class to sort of emulate a Pugilist/Street Fighter and less of a contemplative.