Thrun Blazecharm the Stirred Viper of Tops, human swordsman.
Humans have spread across the southern two-thirds of the world, and I hail from The Empires of Infamy, by far the largest of the two great human civs. We, and the human nation to the south, have all but exterminated goblins from the east side of the world, but in the west there is a mountain range in which four fortresses remain. I have taken it upon myself to storm these fortresses, killing all who oppose me and freeing the prisoners inside.
But not out of the good of my humanitarian heart, of course. No, the clothing and armor of my fallen foes has made me rich, even after purchasing the best in clothes. My very shield is decorated with masterfully worked crystal glass, and the money I have on hand is worth a king's ransom - even though I have recently stopped caring enough to loot my victims.
But my true motives are even less humanitarian. For as soon as I have freed the prisoners, I intend to take my gleaming armor and powerful two-handed sword to the depths of the world. But the children won't be coming with me. No, I'll be using them to distract a bronze colossus or two while I attempt to pulverize it into shiny powder. And, of course, after that fails, I'll just march right past it into the depths of the earth, there to slay the denizens within. (And, of course, savescum if it offs me :-P)