""You think you know what's underneath? You don’t. None of you do. But he...he showed me.""

A burly, broad-shouldered man with the rough hands of a laborer, Corben carries the weight of exhaustion and fear in every step. His face is gaunt, eyes sunken and shadowed by restless nights and gnawing paranoia. His once-proud beard is unkempt, shot through with streaks of gray, and his cloak—patched and fraying at the edges—hangs from his frame as if it might slip from his shoulders entirely. His voice is hoarse, raw from too many nights spent whispering to things in the dark or screaming into his pillow. There is a haunted quality to him, the look of a man who has seen something he should not have and now cannot turn away.

Ancestry/Heritage

• Human

Profession/Titles

• Former Dockworker

Work Location

Residence

Age

• Adult

Family Members

Memberships

Allies

Enemies

You'll have to talk to him/her to find out...