Korgas is a broad-shouldered Half-Orc with dull green skin and a perpetual scowl that highlights a chipped left tusk. His dark, stringy hair is pulled back into a messy knot, and his heavy chain mail is crusted with old blood and road mud. He wears a tattered, purple silk sash over his armor, a remnant of a noble persona he once used to swindle a tax collector.

Korgas is rude, confrontational, and deeply cynical. He has a sharp tongue and an even sharper blade, and he enjoys poking holes in the egos of anyone who takes themselves too seriously.

Korgas Vane never met a bridge he did not want to burn or a reputation he did not want to tarnish. Born to a human merchant and an orc raider, he spent his youth learning that people only respect two things: gold and fear. After a brief and disastrous stint in a legitimate military unit, where he was court-martialed for habitual insubordination and stealing the Captain's favorite goat, Korgas realized his true calling. He is a disruptor. He moves from town to town, presenting himself as a high-stakes gambler or a fallen noble to gain entry to places he does not belong. Once inside, he inevitably insults the local magistrate, starts a tavern brawl, and flees with whatever coin is not nailed down. He sees adventuring as a necessary evil to fund his lifestyle, though he finds most other heroes to be insufferable hypocrites who talk too much about destiny.