Name- Garran Ryundraal
Age- 38
Nation- Outer Worlds/Rogue

Psychology

Ryundraal...the wanderer, a great warrior who made his name fighting all across the Outer world’s bandit camps. He has lived a hard life, dragged himself from the bottom, has lived by the sword and is now known and feared by his skill with a blade. Always searching for the next biggest opponents has led him to an ancient book about ancient gods, ancient gods who he had to tear out his own eye in order to see, ancient gods who he sliced off his own arm in order to fight, ancient gods who have branded him a mild amusement and send him fledgling demons to test his limits often at his weakest moments.
Raised by travellers, bandits and fighting men, strength, respect and being feared were his only goals growing up. Ryundraal would rather die in battle than be classed or see himself as a coward. However where only the strong survive, Garran Ryundraal will do anything to win a fight, if he were a general his army would never be defeated but he would not have people underneath him, any he travels with are classed as equals so long as they can be counted on in a fight. Ryundraal would take on Death himself should the reaper try and take one of his own dishonourably.

Backstory

Ryundraal was raised in the roguish bandit camps of the Outer worlds. Son to an enslaved single mother, from a young age he realised in this life only the strong survive. His mother was worked to death and the slaver just grabbed another, there was no funeral, no memories shared, no after thought just the solemn vow from a small boy. “Vengeance and never letting that happen to anyone else!” because he could not save his mother, he felt a coward and at the young age of 10 Garran took his first life, the slaver who worked his mother to dust, with a sword he could barely pick up, with all that rage and fear, he swung the edge and took his Vengeance by his own hand. From that moment Garran Ryundraal swore he would never become a victim and would not stand by to witness such acts. His anger and willingness to fight are what drove him through his formative years and what dragged his beaten body up every time he felt weak.
He trains everyday to a well disciplined regime, he doesn’t drink as he sees losing control as weak and truth be told he is terrified of what demon may be released should he lose control of himself. To relax Garran takes to his sketch book losing himself for hours crafting a masterpiece then locking it away for fear of rejection. He has an image to up hold especially to Out-worlders. He is stoic in his thinking outside of his art that is the only comfort he allows himself. Pushing into middle age, his temper toward others has eased some and he is looking for meaning in life due to his recent discovery of the ancient god text that now he is determined to get to the bottom of.


Appearance


Ryundraal is a big thick muscular specimen of a tough training regimen and a fighter’s lifestyle. Standing around the 6ft mark and around the heavyweight scale. His frame is a by-product of the hours he spends training physically and with his greatsword. Now missing his right eye and his left arm he is often seen with scars but mostly just flesh wounds from the most recent fight. He wears a prosthetic arm which has a small crossbow fitted on the outside and due to his recent demon attacks he has had a cannon fitted into the Forearm-unit which is a life-or-death one time use. He wears dark plate armour and often cloaks his left side. He always carries a huge greatsword on his back, he has a couple of throwing knives at his chest and now in his pack he has his sketchbook and the ancient god tome which will glow red and burn hot in the presence of demonic entities.