Hektor Brask

Hektor Brask, looking annoyed, which is not the same as being annoyed

Hektor appears to be somewhere around forty. At ninety-six, E-grade longevity has left him in the long middle of his life, and nothing about him suggests he is close to slowing down. He is enormous, as he has been since he was sixteen, with massive shoulders, a thick neck, and the heavy brow, broad nose, and short lower tusks of his orc father, set in a face that is otherwise plainly his human mother's. His skin is a warm, dark olive, and his eyes are amber. His dark hair is shaved close at the sides, twisted into short locks across the top, and left to hang long and loose down his back. Dark tattoos sweep across his forehead and down one side of his face, and more cover his shoulders and chest. His pointed ears are crowded with iron rings, and he wears another through his nose. He favors a sleeveless studded leather vest, which leaves his arms free, and several long strings of dark beads hung with fangs and small carved charms. He looks perpetually annoyed. He usually is not.

Hektor is quiet, patient, and surprisingly thoughtful. He is exceptionally difficult to stun or intimidate, and he possesses a frightening tolerance for pain. He rarely threatens anyone, because he considers threats a waste of everyone's time; if he tells someone to stop doing something, he usually means it as useful information rather than intimidation. He carries little or nothing in the way of weapons. He has an unexpected weakness for terrible tavern music, and the worse the fiddler, the longer he stays.