Dushrab's Habits

Dushrab, a Half-Orc, grew up as a lower-class peasant in the port-city Rullum with his friend, (or relative, or brother?) Krug, hopelessly surrounded by crime and discord. Growing up in a mostly human city, Dushrab had to deal with his fair share of racism, frequently getting into fights with the unforgiving bigots. Muttered slurs are the second best way to get into a brawl with Dushrab, the first is endangering his friends. From a ripe age of seven, Dushrab was already 4' 8" and worked on the docks, moving heavy cargo onto merchant ships for a couple of coppers a day. He worked long hours with little pay, and had little money to put food on the table. Frequently mugged or pickpocketed, Dushrab had a difficult time paying for food, and
Frequently mugged, pickpocketed, and targeted by bigots, Dushrab grew furious with the crime and disorder of Rullum, and vowed to fight it. He became jaded and slow to trust during his young years. Dushrab met the love of his life when applying for the city guard, she was a fellow Half-Orc named Shelur. After his initial denial, Shelur taught Dushrab how to fight with maces and shields. Dushrab later managed to earn a job as a city guard, and they grew closer as they frequented a tavern near the docks called The Angry Tyrant. Meeting the sailors wandering through town, they came across an old and wise, but troubled dwarven sailor. His tales of the army inspired Dushrab to enlist, using his fighting prowess for a cause greater than being a city guard, but Shelur did not want to accompany him. She had nobody but him now, after her parents were murdered in cold blood by the bigots who inhabit this city. After crossing the sea, Dushrab fought in a battle against the Tiefling Empire, and Dushrab had to make a quick decision to save a fallen comrade and friend, or stop the conjuring of a fireball onto his fellow soldiers. He chose his friend, who ended up dying anyway, and has regretted the selfish decision ever since. After leaving the army, he had a great burden of regret on his shoulders, and found that the only way he could forgive himself was by helping people in the name of the god Heironeous. He became a disciple of his god, and since then has become an adventurer, never leaving behind any comrade, he would rather die than let one of his own