An ex-redcoat in (what else) a torn red coat. He is also Shartak's self-appointed hypocrite.
De facto boss of the Caravan of Shartak in lieu of the true boss, Yoda's Minion. He was also a Knight of the Kingdom of Wiksik, but is on a temporary leave of absence.
He is a Lieutenant Commander, but is also a Captain. He wishes he was a Lieutenant Colonel, but he was never a very good soldier.
He's got a bit of a temper on him. Especially when it comes to "strong and silent types", certain political figures who interrupt parties, and, oddly enough, pirate maids. Of course, his temper only lasts as long as his attention span; about twelve seconds, give or take.
Having spent a great deal of time on the island of Shartak, he has a great appreciation for mango juice. Don't ask why. He doesn't know either.
He carries a backpack full of first aid kits, so many weapons he could outfit a regiment and enough water to drown a fish. This includes (drum roll) two heavy swords. Yep. The pacifist has two. No, really, it makes complete sense.
He was off to Wiksik, helping Anthor with his new Kingdom. He's also making fantastic deals on new shoes for the native folk.
Then he was out and about, adventuring again, this time to turn a profit. Make sure to say 'hi' if you see him.
Also, he has decided to make tea for a living. He even formed a group of tea-makers. He's actually quite good at it.
He was in Raktam, at a wedding, playing the fiddle. It's a nice fiddle. Kind of old and battered, but he bought it from a flea market in Dalpok. At least, he thinks it was Dalpok.
Then he went to York, got rat-faced, and somehow he's ended up in Raktam again as a trader. He's still waiting for the hangover to go away so he can think straight.
In his typical fashion, he has sworn off violence against fellow humans, but will still slay animals and carry his copious amounts of weapons. If you have a problem with that, his reaction will likely be "tough luck".
He also carries a bucket full of salt. Many thanks to Anthor for the idea.
He carries a cutlass; it is a very special cutlass (to him). He had a horrible dream where he broke it on a tiger. Now he has sworn never to use it, to prevent this mystical being known only as the Arr-En-Gee from taking his beloved weapon.
He carries a silver trimmed rifle with a lever handle behind the trigger. Etched into the barrel are the words "I was here". A second rifle, ornate in it's design, bears the mark of the Royal Court of Greater Raktam. A third, worn from water damage, has the name "Maunder" carved crudely into the stock.
He found a trout, named it George, and now carries it around in his backpack. Sometimes it talks to him, usually calling him a ninny.
He also has a sleeping bag in King size. He claims he found it in Argentina. It's a wonder it fits in his pack.
And now, of all things, he's decided he has a lucky bullet. And a lucky Dalpoki poison dart. And a pair of lucky skulls from Raktam. These have led several to question his sanity.
He played the bass fiddle in Wiksik once. Rather daft of him.
And he's found (and successfully sold) the conch shell. Twice. Oh bam.

tl;dr He's a hypocritical pacifist with a bright red coat, a trout named George, and a mug of tea.