Barakor is a broad-shouldered warforged built from dark ironwood, bronze plates, and pale ceramic joints. His face is a smooth, expressionless mask marked with a single vertical visor of warm blue light. The symbol of his chosen deity, a silver gear surrounding a radiant flame, is engraved into his chest. He wears battered scale mail over his integrated frame, carries a shield reinforced with brass, and keeps a leather artisan's tool roll fastened at his hip.

Barakor is patient, precise, and unfailingly courteous. He treats every object as if it has a purpose worth understanding, from a broken buckle to an ancient ruin. He speaks in a calm, measured voice and approaches moral questions like a craftsperson examining a difficult repair, carefully identifying the damage before choosing the proper tool.

Barakor was assembled in a foundry during the final years of a long war, originally designed to repair siege engines and maintain the weapons of soldiers. When the conflict ended, the foundry closed, leaving him among silent furnaces and unfinished machines. A traveling shrine keeper discovered him there and taught him that craftsmanship could serve more than war. Under that guidance, Barakor learned the rites of a life-giving faith and began repairing tools, bridges, farm equipment, and anything else that helped communities endure. He eventually joined the Brasswrights' Guild, where his meticulous work earned him respect despite his unusual nature. Barakor became a maker of practical wonders, constructing sturdy plows, surgical instruments, and protective fittings for children and the elderly. When a series of disappearances revealed that remnants of his former military command were abducting warforged for forced labor, he took up his mace and shield. He now travels as both a cleric and an artisan, seeking to rescue the stolen constructs while proving through every deed that a created being can choose compassion, duty, and peace.