A mass of muscled bulk and scarring, this half-orc it not yet thirty winters. Dark hair, and constant grizzle, and love of the bottle, he might be a washed-up bandit, or smuggler, or hired killer, or bodyguard, or all of the above.

Born between two worlds, Braghar struggles with the question of what it means to be human, and what it means to be an orc, and where he fits in all of that.

In the meanwhile, he drinks, whores, and fights. He doesn't know anything else.

greens: walk-ups, women.