Copied from Y!Gal:

Garridan was born into a gypsy troupe, as Jaran Quill. For the first 15 years of his life, he traveled with them, learning the value of cunning and strength alike. He learned both the arts of the bard and the art of the warrior, and though he learned much through that chapter of his training, he felt far more comfortable with steel than song. He was happy with his gypsy life, but alas it was not to be. His family was attacked one day on the road, by a group of renegades. Their wagons were destroyed and their livestock killed. Children were captured to be sold into slavery, Jaran among them. He never knew what happened to the rest of the troupe.

Unlike the other youths taken into captivity that day, Jaran was kept. His prowess with sword and bow made him more valuable as a warrior than as merchandise. They taught him their language, expanded his training. But Jaran nursed a bitter grudge against his captors. One by one, he brought them to their deaths, tricking them into falling into caverns or off of cliffs, or leaving them to die by the fangs and claws of any number of predators of the region. Every time, he came back to the bandit camp with horror stories of how his comrades had died, and for several years, no one suspected him. He made several allies, those who had also suffered by the hands of these bandits.

Jaran's twenty-fourth year saw the death of the bandits' leader, and those few that had befriended the young gypsy rallied to him to lead them. It was then that he took on the name he bears now. Garridan Ferka: He Who Rides Free.

His newfound band did not last long, however. While encamped one summer evening, they were ambushed by soldiers who had seen their campfires. The land had recently been the object of much conflict in the region, and these soldiers had taken Garridan's gang to be spies of the enemy. The only survivor, Garridan pulled himself from the ashes, and moved on. Now, twenty-seven years old, he wanders alone, lacking a direction, mourning the loss of his comrades. He has stumbled into Kirithan's territory now, and a new hope has kindled in his heart. Perhaps he may find a purpose in the ranks of these rebels. And so, he presents himself to Kirithan, offering his services.

Basic Profile:
Garridan Ferka
Age: 27
Height: 6'8" (203.2cm)
Eye Color: Gold (reptilian pupils)
Hair Color: Dark Red
Species: Arkadian Stryker - a race descended from a type of warm-blooded dragon that was capable of adapting to virtually any climate almost instantly. (will write up more on these guys later)
Basic Personality: For the most part quiet and observant, but isn't necessarily adverse to talking. He can be gloomy at times, and can be downright surly if his patience is worn thin. Being one of such stature and strength, Garridan has no qualms about using this to his advantage. Indeed, he has been known to intimidate a lesser enemy into capitulation without even needing to draw a weapon.

For Laiochan's contest over there on Y!