[x] Strongest Fuckers Around: Yeah, that's right. You're an Ogre, big, strong, and hungry. And that's what every damn person, daemon, and thinking being that doesn't fall under the first two categories on the planet thinks when they hear the word 'ogre'. According to them, you eat, you fight, and you don't do much else.
[X] Chosen of Hashut: Glory to the Father of Darkness! You are Dawi Zharr, one of the destined rulers of the world, a right given to you implicitly by three simple things. The first is of course your inbuilt nature. Your people are resistant to chaos, supernaturally durable, and able to live in environments that would kill the likes of men or elves, proving your superiority over the weakling races.
[X] True Heirs of Chaos: The life of a Fimir is seething bitterness and a shattered destiny. Your people were to be the rulers of an unbroken empire, controlling the deeps and the land alike, an empire made by and made for the truest chosen of the Dark Gods. Not the Beastmen, who are nothing more than pawns and wild animals unfit to be anything more than slaves. Not the weak smooth-skinned humans, who beg and plead for every scrap of meager favor, leeching off of the Ruinous Powers like bloodsucking parasites. Not the Naga Queens of Khuresh, or the heretical Dawi Zharr, or any of the elves, especially their Cult of Pleasure.