Tall, Dark, and a Perpetually Raised Brow
Greetings all! My name is Holli and I come bearing Cormac Murrough, a former knight of Redcliffe who now makes his living with odd mercenary jobs. In a bar, he'd be the one sitting alone, drinking a glass of apple juice. But I wouldn't tease him about it, it would most likely end poorly for you. He may have a pretty strict code of right and wrong, but he throws a mean right hook and has a chip on his shoulder the size of a brick.
He was born in Gwaren, of dubious legitimacy, to a knight and lady in the service of Teyrn Loghain. He lived there until the death of his mother as a young boy, after which he was sent to train as a squire under his uncle, Ser Perth of Redcliffe. He served the Arl of Redcliffe as a knight for many years loyally, until an evening of drink and bad temper started a bar fight that ended badly for the other knight involved. And by badly I mean decapitation.
After being stripped of his title and rank, Cormac's been wandering Ferelden with his Mabari, Shartan and taking mercenary contracts as he pleases. He's worked hard to control his temper and his volatile nature, and therefore refrains from using his berserker skills unless absolutely necessary. He's cool and collected most of the time, and if he starts to get worked up he'll walk away quickly. One could say he got the crash course in anger management. But he's loyal and stubborn to a fault, and comes dangerously close to being a good guy most of the time, feeling he has much to atone for.
He'll never strike the first blow, never kill a man unless absolutely necessary, and never touch a drop of alcohol again. But he will brood often, and very well.
Check out his profile page for the epic-length biography, or feel free to contact me anytime with questions. I look forward to meeting you all around Thedas!