Arrak had always been different from his tribe. His mother had been a woman taken from "civilized" lands, a chelaxian beauty, but had not long survived after child birth. Since the day of his birth he had always been smaller, considered weaker. Even his hair marked him as different, it was jet black, in stark contrast to the golden locks of the tribe. He had been, tolerated. No matter what feats of strength he achieved, equal to that of any other in the tribe, he was mocked and ridiculed. One day, another lad in the village pushed him to far. Arrak flew into a rage and beat the other down, the fight ended with him finally ripping the lad's throat out with his bare hands. He was offered one of two choices by the tribe, exile, or trial by combat with the tribe's leader. Only at the age of 15, he had no way of winning, and he had already desired to leave for a long time. He left, taking nothing but the wolf skin he had gained on his first hunt and the customary dagger the tribe gives to any exile. The dagger wasn't much good for hunting, and was meant for another task. However, Arrak managed to overcome that urge, his hatred and need to prove his strength driving him onward.
Arrak wandered for a long while before succumbing to heat, exhaustion, and hunger. He was saved by a traveling caravan and taken to "civilization". A town by the name of Thule. There he was used by his savior Jiana, as a servant, collector, and body guard to pay off the life debt claimed was due. It was here that he was also taught some of the more "civilized" ways. His bulk and size was always greater than the others in the city however which lead to his participation in gladiatoresque style fight matches and eventually his strength and skill at arms caused him to stand out. He eventually managed to gain his freedom by fighting in the arena. Where he learned to make use of the heavier armor and fighting styles of the civilized warriors. Yet, no matter what armor he wore he always kept his wolf skin strapped over his right shoulder, this and his many underdog victories gave him the name The Wolf of Thule. He works now as a mercenary and continues to wonder at the marvels of the civilized world. However, he would lie if there were days that he didn't miss the simple life the tribes lived. The cold wind on his face, the soft crunch of snow under his feet, and the cool crispness of fresh, clean water. While he has grown accustomed to the hot, often humid air, he still loves the cold breeze of the north. He actually keeps in touch of Jiana and often does work for her.
Arrak is, in most regards, a man of simple pleasures. His love of battle is equal to that of any warrior of the north, and his skills are only improving. He has grown to enjoy the... pleasures... offered in the cities, and that requires money, money he gets, by doing what he enjoys. Fighting. Other than mercenary work, he fights in wrestling matches, public brawls or other sorts.
