Height: ~5'
Weight: ~180
Hair: Red
Handedness: Right

Un-washed, matted deep red hair, a short braided matching beard and an ugly scar that runs from his hairline down to his jaw defines Korkas's grime covered face. His demeanor isn't much better as he scowls at you examining him. He moves as if always on alert waiting for the next person to jump out at him and he seems fast enough to handle it. Upon his belt you can see a pair of matching bone handled daggers, a couple of pouches with some weight to them and the larger pouch that jingles  a bit as he moves. His broad frame is covered by a dingy brown tunic, sticking out from underneath his blackened leather armour. He hides most of it with a charcoal grey cloak that seems likely the nicest thing he owns aside from the daggers. He slings over his shoulder a heavy pack, with a blanket and rope tied to it's sides. He smells as if he's not bathed in at least a month if not longer and he doesn't seem to care that you notice.