Born into Slavery, the young Beorning has never known his birth-name, nor has he known anything but battle and blood-shed for as long as he can remember. 

 His first Masters, Orcs of Mount Gundabad, tortured him as a child for their own amusement. Often tossing him into a pit to fight starving wolves for meat, he learned to survive, to fight, and to win. 

 When he was ten, he was traded to a group of Angmarim for some weapons and trained to fight by their Warmasters. He then spent the next twenty years fighting Men, Beasts, and even his own kind in Gladiatorial Arenas for the Angmarim's amusement, slaughtering everyone and everything they pitted against him. After a time, visiting Angmarim came to call him "Blyte" as he was sure to slay their entry into the Arena, and cost them money. This was the first name he ever knew and took it on proudly, using it to strike fear into his opponents hearts.

 Blyte now serves an unknown Angmarim Master, traveling South into enemy territory for an as of yet unknown purpose. He was recently spotted in Breeland and is as ferocious and dangerous an enemy as one can find, easy to anger and without conscience or remorse.

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