Name: Corac (The Barman)

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Appearance: Tall, broad, and of a dusky complexion. His eyes are a warm brown, and his hair frizzy and black. His limbs are large and corded thickly with muscle, and move with an unexpected speed and agility in the midst of a tavern brawl. He smiles often, though many find his missing teeth to be off-putting. 

Personality: Corac is friendly to those that treat him well, but is generally unwilling to suffer slights against his dignity. His impressment into military service was- to put it lightly- unwelcome. Though not terribly intelligent, and in fact nearly illiterate, he is possessed of a certain instinctual cunning. Additionally, he has an ear for language, and can speak several tongues with varying degrees of skill. He will fight to the bitter end to preserve his friends, his home, and his tavern. The rest of the World does not particularly concern him, as a general thing.

Back story: Born far to the south of Troporia in a small village, Corac knew little beyond his hills that were his home. Though he was intended to become apprenticed to a local warrior of some renown, Corac's future became somewhat uncertain when that particular warrior was disemboweled by an enemy tribesman in a battle that resulted in the destruction of his village. Fleeing north with other survivors, the young man made his way eventually unto the borders of Troporia. Taking up a job in an inn, he found the babble of strange tongues and even stranger tales from abroad intensely fascinating. In time, he moved up from his initial post (which chiefly involved emptying the chamberpots of guests) to become the designated 'fire-man,' tasked with keeping the fireplaces stoked with fresh wood, and eventually became one of the inn's barmen. Over the course of several years, he managed to save enough money to buy the inn from its proprietor.

Unfortunately, none of these experiences prepared Corac for life as a conscripted soldier.