Fletcher

A scavenger and tradesman from the forbidden lands. After meddling in dangerous things no man should see and being permanently exiled from what was left of his hometown, he's been on a journey outward ever since. He prefers to be constantly on the road (seemingly a tendency from being chased by those that want him gone); only stopping at passing travelers' outposts and village inns to briefly rest and move on, staying no longer than a week. He has no money, and instead trades his usage with getting materials and information for warm food, shelter and hospitality. He has been asked countless times,

"Scavenger, why do you leave so early? Your wounds are still fresh, you must rest,"
"Scavenger, why must you run from your past? You must forgive your actions, give yourself that grace,"
"Scavenger, what foul curse have you brought here?! Leave at once, you cretin— and never return!!"

And just like that, he travels onward, his motivation only concerning what the next day holds.

His weapon is a large, tough tree branch fallen from a Greatwood tree - sometimes used to aid long hikes, others to battle opposing threats. It functions similar to a quarterstaff, but sharp at one end, nearly unbreakable, and able to be set ablaze without burning to a crisp. Fletcher's skill with a blade or bow is less than optimal, and while he's been offered to learn in the past he still refuses, saying 'it's probably much less embarrassing to lose in a fight to an iron blade, and that's not fun at all, is it?'
His inability to sense danger most likely pushed the poor smithy to gift Fletcher a full armor set out of desperation, as he'd been seen eyeing the shop's collection of sturdy shields when returning from that day's work, not realizing an arrow stuck out of his back until the village's medic tore it out. Pain tolerance and utmost stupidity, a glorious combo that is...

Unbreaking III - Knockback II - Fire Aspect II — Greatwood Branch