Really ugly drifter with a big sword and no social graces.
Siguric hails from the Golushkin mountains, his clan traded with House Garess for many years prior to the Vanishing. Sig’s father Haftin was a smith and earned his coin making tools and farming implements, while other smiths made weapons and armor or worked in gold and silver Haftin preferred simple sturdy items. It was not that Haftin lacked the skill to craft such things, Sig had seen the jewelry his father had made his mother and the sword that hung above the mantle, it seemed to Sig his father lacked the desire to use his skills to better his family’s standing. Siguric was always a quiet boy, when he was very young his mother would often lose him because he would make no sound and would wander away from any sort of gathering. As he grew older his jealousy began to become a problem, he would pick fights with those whom he thought looked down on him.. he was very quick to anger. After one such fight he got into a shouting match with his father, lost his temper and became violent. Haftin and Siguric grappled, Siguric slipped. Molten steel splashed across the left side of his face. The entire left of Siguric’s face was horribly scarred, part of his jaw bone exposed. The steel cooled in places, grafted into his skull. It was months before anyone outside the clerics or his family saw him, he had taken to wear a leather cap set with a partial mask to hide his deformity.
Siguric was not a well liked boy to begin with but now he was a monster, others would point and whisper. Mother’s turned children away from him as he walked by, women shuddered when he looked upon them. For a year Siguric lived this way, constantly fighting anyone and everyone. One day Toval Golka, son of the leader of the clan, happened to come across Siguric in a foul mood. Toval was a handsome boy and rich, all the girls swooned over him. The more he thought about it the more he hated Toval, hates him and wants to see him hurt. When he regains himself he is standing above a bloody Toval, he is not sure if he has killed him or just broken him… he had never been so angry before, he hadn’t really wanted to kill him. He heard booted footsteps and knew he had to flee or face Justice for what he had done.
For the next 30 years he lives out in the wild, he sleeps in caves, completely hides away from all human life. He steals what he can not make himself and is content to be alone. He learns to control his anger, to focus it, to not allow it to consume him. As the years pass he starts to yearn for the sound of another voice, for companionship. He knows that he can’t go home, if he has killed the Lord’s son, they would not have forgotten. He is still hideous, the few times he tries to show himself around a human villages he is shot at. He works hard at crafting a better mask to hide his face, he finds armor and weapons upon a small battlefield, maybe he could join a mercenary group. He knows how to fight and forage he could be useful if someone would give hime a chance. The first few attempts end in utter failure, the last he ends up killing a half elf in self defense. Just as he begins to belive that he will be forced to live alone forever he sees a flyer. They are exploring the wilds to the south, they are looking for people with his skills to help.. maybe this will be his chance… his last chance.