Name: Yvgarn (V-yarn)

Age: Over fifteen orange moons.

Build: Huge, muscular man, with scars countless scars across his entire body.  He hulks at the height of close to seven feet.  His shoulders broad and legs as thick as a keg of ale.  

Origin: Rashemen Northlands of Eastern Faerun.

Clan: The ruthless Ignorant Owlbears

Yvgarn is a Rashamaar brute of the North, he was brought to these lands as a slave and put into a life of survival in the arena.  His owners thought his fearsom strength, and deadly grip, upon any blunt object he possessed too much of a threat to keep in housing, or daily work.  Yet he was at home in the arena, spilling blood and screaming terrifying threats in his beastly rumbling growls of rage-filled anger.  The man was at a lack of common sense and could not even read, but surely they would make use of his talents to line their overflowing pockets.

What else does one do with a man willing to bash his way through both breastplate and bone, friend and foe, and pale the night with screams of bruetish rage for just one more.... Empty Cask of Ale.