Varyn, Half-Orc Barbarian

**Updated with expanded material about NPCs**

Name: Varyn (Last Name Unknown) [Wrenwing]
Race: Half-Orc
Class: Barbarian
System: D&D 5E, but Homebrewed World
Descriptive References: Pirates, Vikings, Norse, land & naval encounters, etc

Personality Trait - I sleep with my back to a wall, all I own is wrapped in a bundle in my arms.

Ideals - Community. We have to take care of each other, because no one else is going to do it.

Bonds - I owe a debt I can never repay to the person who took pity on me.

Flaws - It's not stealing if I need It more than someone else.

Backstory (modified Urchin BG):
Orphaned at 10, Varyn grew up on the streets. Few if any ever acknowledged his presence unless he got in their way. He had no one to watch over or to provide for him, so he learned to provide for himself. He fought fiercely over food and kept a constant watch out for other desperate souls who might steal from him. Varyn slept on rooftops and in alleyways, exposed to the elements, and endured sickness without the advantage of medicine or a place to recuperate. He's survived despite all odds, and did so through cunning, strength, speed, or some combination of each.

Unknown (Father) Male Orc. Has never been regarded by name (to Varyn's knowledge), always refered to as "your father" by his mother. His handwriting is assumed to be the author of the note (below) concerning the scabbard. Unsure whether anyone in town knows.**

Marin (Mother) Human Female. After [whatever happened with father], she carves out a sparse living as a seamstress/washer-woman/thatcher. Some of her duties aside from child-rearing included darning socks, re-stitching the occasional sail or net, clean or create garments as needed by the community. As such she taught Varyn some basic sewing so he could repair simple tears and replace buttons. Died in a house-fire when Varyn was 10 years old.** After the fire, one of the few things recovered was an ornate scabbard (trinket/background item) and note wrapped in burlap and concealed within the floorboards in his mother's room.

[Note]** No person's names are mentioned specifically, but they give reference to this scabbard being held secret until called upon. Additional fluff leads Varyn to suspect that it was penned by his father and the scabbard itself may be more important than just a source of quick pawn-money. The letter is signed not with a signature but by a blue wax seal emblazoned at the bottom of a stylized raven inscribed with the word 'Wrenwing,' presumably from a signet ring or stamp.

Otherwise he's pulled the odd jobs or favors for the townsfolk, whether too old or timid to raid properly, so most everyone knows who he is if nothing else -- "a strong, young back that'll do much for little." (generic racial or derogatory names akin to 'sport' 'kid' etc are popular). Most make small chat about the weather and current on-goings as you imagine they have little to no visitors otherwise. The uncommon "warrior-that-survives-to-old-age" always asks why you're not raiding with the other young me, etc. (motivation to enlist).

Osvin (Pet) Red Squirrel with Black-tipped ears. Found injured by Varyn one evening hiding from an owl, nursed back and now his companion. Usually hangs out beneath his tunic's collar.

Virgil Stoneblade (Mentor) Male Dwarf.
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