Appearance: Marroar is a fairly unassuming man, although muscular (in a thickly-built way, not a bodybuilder way). His hands are normally pretty dirty, and both them and his feet are thickly calloused. Marroar has a large and ugly nose, and pronounced bone structure.
Background: Once, Marroar was a farmer. Once, he called Erastil his lord.
That was before the House of Thrune changed everything. Marroar was out, gathering herbs for dinner, and they came. There were rumours of an open Iomedaen preaching against the House of Thrune, and so they struck with brutal quickness and efficiency. Using summoned devils, they swooped into Marroar's village and swept through it, burning the suspected Iomedaen (who was actually just another farmer) killing everyone.
Marroar knew something was up even while he was still in the forest, when he saw the plumes of smoke. He ran. He couldn't help but to fall to his knees at the sight of his broken and burned children.
His grief lasted days.
Then his tears dried. When he had no more grief within him, all that was left...was rage. He simply couldn't believe that The House of Thrune was just....ALLOWED to do things like that. His family hadn't done anything. There wasn't any reason why they HAD TO DIE. Was there?
No. And there wasn't any bringing them back, either. The balance of things must be repaired another way. The House of Thrune must rot. Every member of its self-serving aristocracy must lie in their own filth, screaming in agony for as long as he could keep them there before the debt was repaid.
With a grim look, his reaping tool, and a just-recently-whittled dedication to his new Lady, he took off for Westcrown. Surely he could find somebody else just as dissatisfied with the way things were.
Personality: Marroar is an abrasive man. He has a soft spot for family men, but he'll hide it underneath contempt and disgust. Actually, he's going to hide most things under that. That is, except for his very real contempt for the House of Thrune and everyone that practices oppression and tyranny of the same kind.
