Boar Boresoil
In a rather small town, on a rather small farm, with a rather small man. The man's name, was Boar. He had inherited the farm as a very young man, from his father, just as his father had from his father and from his father before that and so on and so forth for as far back as anyone could remember. Which in fact wasn't quite as far as his father's father's father. If you're confused at this point, just remember, it was a family farm, from a family of farmers. Boar was a short man, not fine to look upon with a large nose, large eyes, and a rather flat brow. His pronounced belly didn't serve to recommend him as a heroic figure but it did recomend him quite accurately as a successful producer and consumer of food. A skill as you may have guessed ran in the family. He was not very bright, despite his farming acumen, and he tended to smell quite strongly of the animals he tended on his parcel of land, but what he lacked in looks, education, and general hygiene, he also lacked in social graces. Boar was crass, easily angered, loud and pessimistic. All in all he had nearly nothing in the form of redeeming qualities. Except for the fact that Boar much to the surprise of those who first saw him was unfailingly earnest and he truly wanted to be a good person toward those around him.
I know, dear reader, what you must be thinking. "Boar has all the hallmarks of a completely forgettable person." I couldn't have agreed more, but it seems even ones as infallible as we, can be wrong.
Appearance
Short and fat with a big nose.
Skills and Abilities
Farming, moving heavy things.
Personality
Crass, low brow and rather dim.