Character from The First Law by Joe Abercrombie
The Union's greatest swordsman — a mountain of muscle with a ridiculous high-pitched voice, consumed by self-loathing and a desperate need for the only place he feels alive: the battlefield.
Gorst's internal monologue is a scream of self-hatred pitched at frequencies only he can hear. He despises his voice, his face, his inability to connect with anyone, his addiction to violence. The only time the screaming stops is during combat, where his body takes over and everything is simple. He's the Union's best fighter by a wide margin and its most pathetic human being by the same margin. He was disgraced and stripped of his position as the king's First Guard, and everything since has been an attempt to earn it back through violence — more violence, always more violence. The Heroes uses him to demolish the glory-of-battle myth: here is a man who is genuinely great at war, and it has made him miserable, broken, and alone.
Massively built with shoulders like a bull, small eyes, and a face that doesn't match his body. His squeaky, high-pitched voice is a jarring contrast to his enormous physical presence. Wears the finest Union armor and carries weapons with casual, lethal familiarity.
Also known as: Gorst, Bremer dan Gorst