Krugar is a massive orc with slate-grey skin and numerous scars crossing his torso and face. His tusks are notched, one partially broken from a desperate struggle. He wears heavy chain mail that is stained with old rust and darker, dried fluids. His black hair is pulled back into a tight, practical top-knot. Most notable is the hollow, haunted look in his yellow eyes, which seem to constantly scan for movement in the shadows.

Grim, stoic, and relentlessly efficient, Krugar has little time for pleasantries or leisure. He speaks in short, clipped sentences and finds no joy in the traditional orcish love of combat. For him, war is a necessity and hunting the undead is a sacred, albeit miserable, duty. He is deeply suspicious of magic, particularly anything involving the manipulation of life or death.

Krugar once served as a sergeant in the Black Tusk Company, a band of orcish mercenaries renowned for their discipline. His life changed forever when his unit was contracted to clear a swamp and fell into an ambush by a powerful necromancer. Instead of an honorable death in battle, Krugar watched his brothers and sisters fall and rise again mere moments later as mindless thralls. He was the only survivor, forced to strike down his own kin to escape the carnage. Since that day, Krugar has felt as though a part of his soul remained in that swamp, leaving him 'hollow' to everything but the pursuit of vengeance. He travels the lands with a singular focus: to find the sorcerer who raised his kin and to ensure that every shambling corpse he encounters is returned to a permanent rest. He views the undead not as monsters to be feared, but as an insult to the cycle of life that must be scrubbed from the world with steel and fire.