Jorrick was always a relatively unimpressive looking individual. With his short, slight build, he hardly had the makings of a hunter or warrior. He did, however, have a certain gift for magic and healing, and growing up, he was trained to become a shaman by the old woman, Solana. Thus, it caused him no end of despair, when it became apparent that even his spells could not stop the sand sickness, and that he could do nothing but watch as his family wasted away before him. Having to helplessly watch everyone you ever knew slowly die off would be enough to cause most to give up, and Jorrick very much wanted to give up. Alas, though he could no longer save others, and he had long ago come to the conclusion that all those in the yard were doomed to die, he still had one final duty left in this world. Jorrick carried within him the voices of spirits past. From the voices of men and women who had died countless ages past, to the anguished cries of those who had succumbed to the sickness. He was their advocate, their link to this world, and once the people of the Yard were gone, they too would fade away like so many others already had. He would see these people remembered, and their voices preserved. And for that, he needed to live, and perhaps, he could still help others survive as well.
In terms of personality, Jorrick was once a cheerful, amiable sort, though, in more recent times, he has become more quiet and somewhat morose, almost with an air of defeat, for obvious reasons. Still, he is determined to see his people, both spirit and living, survive, at any cost.
