Name: Brandus Kellern, known as “Brandus of the Mountains” in a certain region.
Race: Varyan, of the mountain variety naturally.
Gender: Clearly a delicate and fragile female, yes? It's a man.
Personality: Brandus is full of himself, that's for sure. With ideals of destiny and glory veritably pumped into him since birth, his ego has grown around the idea that he is meant to be a great man someday. He will never miss an opportunity to boast of his skill with the axe, bow, and mount, and tends to challenge the accomplishments of others with his own. Though he's dismissed the idea of himself literally being blessed by the gods, he still carries himself as though he were.
As is typical of a Varyan, he's an adventurer and thrill seeker at heart. The prospect of a good hunt or chase is something he can't pass up on. The life of an adventurer is something he imagines he would be quite content with, even if he might prefer straight up banditry. And of course, anything that spreads his good name is a welcome endeavour.
His morality is likely quite questionable, given his past, but he isn't an outright evil man. He was born to a culture that endorsed the life of a raider and a pillager, and grew up without batting an eyelid at the idea of taking an axe to a man's throat. That said, he doesn't partake in wanton cruelty, and prefers to focus on simply taking the spoils of combat rather than humiliating his opponent. If he happens to defeat someone in combat without killing them, he would gladly allow them to keep their life, if only for the sake of them running off to spread his reputation. However, he doesn't care to instruct others on how to behave, and so often allows people to do as they please in his sight, which is why most of the targets he raided were burned down by his men.
He also has a penchant for wild partying an revelry. When the Tusks still existed, he was well known for having drunken parties after every success. He also used them as a platform for further boasting, especially in regards to being the man who could drink the most in any group. After his “death”, his partying only got worse, as it was the easiest way for him to entertain himself as he moved south to Kar'Ein.
Background: Born as typically as a mountain Varyan can be, he was a large baby that grew to be a larger man. He took up woodcutting and hunting for his tribe early on, and was without a doubt one of their premier fighters. Being also born to a family with geneticly white hair, he stood out in amongst his peers. Elders of the tribe prophesized that he would grow to be a vicious and deadly opponent, stalking the land like a wolf hunting its prey. Whether this was true, or merely the ramblings of elderly infirms, it had an affect on an impressionable young Brandus. He began to believe his destiny was to strike out on his own, and on his 20th birthday, he resolved to lead his own group out onto the plains to make his own legacy. Joined by a party of ambitious youths, including his brother, Krandus, he would soon make a name for himself in his home region.
The first noteworthy strike of what would come to be known as the Brutal Tusk Raiders was upon a river town known as Turgova. Until now, Brandus' group had spent their time raiding small hamlets and fighting other Varyan tribes. Turgova, being a growing trading settlement, bringing in merchants travelling up the river and passing over the plains, was the first settlement to be hit that anyone important had actually heard of. The battle was notorious for the Tusk's use of a nasty trick; they set a fire in one of the warehouses on the river that drew the attention of the town watch away from the town's defenses, and stormed the town as they had their backs turned. This naturally only helped to spread talk of the Varyan's reputation for treachery and deceit. With the town's only true defense dispatched easily, the collected wealth of many year's commerce was now taken by the Tusks. The town itself vanished in a sea of flames, and only a monument dedicated to the massacre remains to remind travelers that something once stood in its place. Brandus' name began to spread, associated with his iconic white hair, and soon his growing band would become a local legend.
The raider's name came from the beast that Brandus mastered in his years amongst them. Hearing talk in his travels of a mighty boar taking lair in a grove, said to be the prized possession of the local's Hunter God, Brandus reasoned that a man as great as himself naturally would be suited to hunting such a divine animal. Along with Krandus, he sought out the lair of the boar, and chanced upon it fairly quickly. The boar's tusks were enormous, clearly larger than that of any other creature in the region. Unfazed, Brandus rushed towards it, axe raised, seeking to fell the beast and take its hide. But try as he might, he could not bring it down in a straight fight, and almost found himself impaled upon those enormous tusks many times. After conferring with Krandus, he devised a way to bring it down. With the aid of a number of improvised traps created by his brother, Brandus lured the boar into a charge that forced it into the midst of the lot of them. With its legs snared, the boar couldn't move an inch, and Brandus claimed his victory. Initially, he mounted the creature's back in order to show off his victory, but the creature got loose. Brandus first thought all their work had been reversed, but soon found the creature was allowing itself to be guided by his own movements. He recognised that he was able to ride the boar as a mount, and decided to take it with him rather than kill it for a trophy. And so, his boar would become the symbol from which their name sprang.
But for all the fleeting glory of the Brutal Tusks, a semblance of reality would soon slap them in the face. They had a number of successes after Turgova, but none more damning than their pillaging of a village home to a noble who happened to be a relative of a lord of the Varis Empire. News of his death would reach the empire, and a regiment of soldiers were dispatched to put down the Tusks. Brandus found himself ambushed as he lead his warriors further south towards bigger targets. Though the Tusks fought with ferocity, they were in the end just a horde of ragtag mountain bandits, and they could never hope to match Imperial regulars. Brandus' boar was slain from beneath him, and he fell into a river during the battle, and was rendered unconscious due to butting his head against a rock. When he came to, and sought out the nearest settlement, he eventually learned of the aftermath. The Brutal Tusk Raiders were slaughtered to the last man, and the head of the white-haired “Brandus of the Mountains” now decorated a palace in the empire. Knowing quite well his own head was still attached, Brandus assumed they had mistaken him for his brother. Though his ego was far from destroyed, Brandus understood that he was far from invincible, and perhaps his ideals of destined greatness were not as certain as he once believed. Now alone, he continued south, with the story of “Brandus of the Mountains” gradually becoming a small footnote in the history of his homeland. Eventually, he would arrive in Kar'Ein, now seeking simple work rather than militaristic plunder. He admitted perhaps it was time for him to try following another rather than forging his own path.