Especially when your family rejects you because you where born a troll and they couldn’t handle it. Tossing you out into gang territory because they are ashamed. Growing up with Orcs and squatters, finding yourself in gang territory, becoming a sport to the halloweeners who decided your the largest moving piñata they have ever had the pleasure of taking sticks too. Yes, you could say growing up as a troll is just plain hard.
He stumbled and dragged himself into an alley and fell flat into the feet of an orc talking to his buddies. The group took pity on him and saw him as a great resource of muscle for his gang. They had no idea what a potent resource and friend he was going to be. The gang had an elderly mage that discovered the troll had an innate magical ability. What he called weak magical ability was really a physical adept.
He found a free dojo in the community and began training with a master adept. Still avoiding the Halloweeners he found a game shop/arcade he enjoyed and met up with a corporate kid who was feeling his oats living it large “in the barrens”. They discovered they both enjoyed the latest sim game and a friendship of an odd couple variety was born.
He found a family in the DRM. They take care of their own and within a year he was an invested member. Looking out for their turf, but he still owes the Halloweeners payback. He has been squatting and looking after the dojo while the master travels. He has heard of Shadowrunners and has ideas of becoming one of them.