When his homeland was attacked, Warryn felt it was his obligation to protect his people and enlist in the army. However, he quickly found that the regimented nature of soldierly life chafed against his free spirit. Duty or no, he trained enough to discover his talent for the flickmace and his passion for smashing monster skulls; as soon as his required service was up, he left the military behind and sought his fortune as a wandering mercenary.
Despite his experience with war and his appreciation for the art of combat, Warryn has no love for unnecessary violence toward sapient beings. He always had a knack with people, and he believes that it's worth attempting to make someone see reason before resorting to kicking their ass. While he may come off as a bit blunt at times, he's tactful when he wants to be, and underneath a weathered exterior is a friendly soul with a passion for good books, fine cheese, and red wine. Warryn's always open to trying something new or going somewhere he's never heard of, and it helps that he has a knack for finding friends of friends and distant relatives everywhere he goes.