Among the most brutal of the tribes that roamed the savage plains south of Saltknuckle, the Blackbelly gnolls were commonly feared as the most dangerous. One particular shaman within the tribe, a wicked and cruel cultist in service of Volar, god of fertility and monsters, schemed to breed a most unholy vessel through which her foul god could spawn hordes of horrid abominations upon the world. She riled up the gnolls for an attack on a nearby tribe of Troglodytes, claiming that a vision showed her the stench-cursed lizards were preparing to slaughter them upon the next blood moon. The gnolls happily struck first, given protections by the shaman to cut off their olfactory senses during the raid. Under cover of darkness, during the chaos and calamity of the massacre, she spirited away one of the troglodyte males, raping him to death beneath the moonlight as part of her foul ritual.

Eventually, the priestess gave birth to the unholy monstrosity she had concocted, raising him in secret for as long as she could. Eventually, due to the immense stench, her progeny was uncovered, and while the tribe saw fit to execute her on the spot for spawning such a disgusting creature, the gnolls saw the portends of Volar's wrath rising as they began to beat her progeny - taking his eye before exiling him to the wilderness to fend for himself rather than risk angering the foul god further.

For years this gnoll lived in exile, scrounging for food amongst the wastes, and ambushing smaller caravans that made their way through the nearby routes when he could. His stench continued to ripen and spread as he aged, ensuring none could stand his company. It wasn't until after he reached adolescence that he found an exception.

Opa, a wandering druid who made his living traveling from town to town and devouring the diseases that blighted them, came upon this young gnoll - both taking pity on him for the pitiful state he was reduced to, and finding his desires piqued by that unique and overwhelming aura of stench. Asking the gnoll his name, Opa was perplexed that the boy could offer none. He eventually decided on the name Scar, bitterly suggesting that was the only aspect of his countenance worth remembering.

Opa too the boy in, teaching him for several years - and the two grew quite close, though perhaps a bit too close. While Opa assured the boy that his druidic magic would block any risk of pregnancy, it seems the touch of the monster god that cursed the boy's nethers won out in that exchange. Opa managed to transfer the unborn into himself, attempting to cleanse it of the foul god's taint. Horrified and disgusted, Scar broke ties with Opa after this, taking the Ring of Negate Aroma that Opa had made for him as the only memento of their time together.

With his stench suppressed, the gnoll now finds himself able to enter Saltknuckle proper without being shooed away, though he still suffers the stigma placed upon both Gnolls and Hybrids in this society. He now pursues mercenary work alongside Biggut, relying upon brutal puglism, staggering intimidation, and dirty tactics to win most fights his bad attitude invariably leads to.

When in dire straits, he can break the seal on his ring to let the build up stench that he's been suppressing flow out all at once, the noxious release handily bringing most foes to their knees - giving him ample time to get a few blows in or retreat as needed. He detests resorting to this power, though, as it serves to remind him of the foul god's taint that still plagues him.

Fantastic artstuffs courtesy of Min!