Sadrak is surprisingly lean for a half orc, standing with a posture that suggests grace rather than brute strength. His skin is a pale olive hue, and he maintains a well groomed, thin mustache that he waxes obsessively. He wears high quality studded leather armor draped in a deep purple silk cloak, looking more like a flamboyant duelist than a tribal warrior.

He is charming, fast talking, and deeply allergic to manual labor. Sadrak believes that every problem can be solved with either a well placed lie or a well placed arrow from fifty paces away. He possesses a sharp, cynical wit and treats life as one long game of cards where everyone is cheating.

Born into a tribe that valued brawn above all, Sadrak was the runt who quickly learned that a silver tongue could stop a fist better than a shield could. He fled the wastes after convincing the local chieftain that a patch of worthless dirt contained a vein of invisible gold. Since then, he has wandered the civilized lands under various aliases, usually pretending to be a fallen noble or a legendary mercenary captain to gain entry to high society. He discovered that the archery skills he used for hunting translated perfectly into the world of tactical combat. By staying on the fringes of a fight, he can manipulate the battlefield like a puppet master, ensuring he never gets his own hands dirty while still collecting his share of the spoils. He has burned many bridges, but his speed and precision keep him one step ahead of the many debt collectors and angry marks in his wake.