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Personality Traits: Thinking is for other people, I prefer action.
Ideal: There's no good in pretending to be something I'm not.
Bond: I protect those that cannot protect themselves.
Flaw: I have a weakness for the vices of the city, especially women and hard drink.
Background: Folk Hero; I stormed into a tyrant's castle and stole weapons from his armory to arm the local villagers against creatures attacking their homes. Ever since then the area reveres me as a hero and they give me succor and hospitality, even going so far as to try and protect me from outsiders as long as it doesn't endanger their own lives.
History: "Wolfe", as he's called by the local populace, is a mysterious man. He's never given a straight answer about his name, offering a different one at every telling, so the locals have come to call him by his moniker due to the necklace he carries. Wolfe, for his part, lets it stick and does nothing to dispel the notion that it's his actual name.
His origins are kept notably obtuse, the only indicators of his past is that he seems to bear quite a number of scars and when he's heavy in his drinking talks of strange monsters he fought 'in his day'. The grizzled and aged Half-Orc wields a pair of blades that seem exotic and foreign, and he has the bearing of a completely confident fighter... when he deigns to fight.
After an unprovoked and seemingly random act of heroism that saved a small village from Bugbears and Goblins, most of the poor-folk surrounding Neverwinter consider Wolfe a hero, though he's had some very notable run-ins with the Flaming Fist and Lord Neverember's personal guard. He's quite outspoken about the fact that he thinks Neverember is a pig and a tyrant, but he says this mostly after he's several drinks in so most people pay it little mind.