Human Fighter (champion)
6’1, broad shoulders, bit of a protruding belly. Short cropped hair, brown but greying. Constant 5 o’clock shadow. Red shirt pokes out behind his worn breastplate. Tan leather pants tucked into mud-spattered black boots.
He nonchalantly hefts a morning star over one shoulder.
Once a very respected member of the palace guard. Began drinking some time ago. Never talks about why.