Morgrym of Kalseich is a tall, handsome, intelligent man who carries a melee weapon (or two) for just about every situation. Most of said melee weapons have some sort of elemental magical energy about them.
Morgrym used to be a landed noble, well-trained in the social circles of the upper class. Now he's not landed anymore (thus the grudge). He is a passable diplomat and schemer, though he also feels quite at home in the forge or on a horse.
Oh, and Grym might also not exist, depending on your reality.