Daramoor

Full name: Daramoor

Quote: "Say now, orc, is that your breath or did a rat crawl inside your head and die?"

Appearance: A rough and rowdy man by appearance as much as demeanor. While he keeps his navy uniform in tip-top shape and conditions, it seems to hang off of him roughly despite his best efforts and his long raven-black hair and scruffy beard give him a ranger-ish, worldly appearance. His blocky, built frame is covered in a fair amount of blemishes and scars from various scuffles his mouth has lead him into.

Personality: A rabblerouser and weaver of insults, but a good man at heart. While it's true he argues with his fellow sailors on a regular basis, grumpily yells at his underlings and charges, and frequently contradicts the plans of his superiors, he does so with good intentions or not at all. He is a man of opinions, but he also a man of teamwork, and frets endlessly over the dynamics of his mates and their cohesion; often turning those infamous insulting shouts to the enemies in hopes of uniting his own friendly forces.

Involved with: Daramoor is currently a member of long and good standing among the Naval Garrison, which in itself a branch of the Guardsmen Militia. They are located at the Yew Crossroads.

Home:The Empath Abbey and the Guardsmen Compound at the crossroads of Yew.