Wyck Blackbrow is a nobody, at least so far as the great histories are concerned. 

He spent his wee years drunk and destitute in Combe - or Bree's arsehole, as he sometimes calls it. His last coin soon spent, he took to the greenway and lived off odd jobs and forage. When his need was dire he went highwayman - and never really went back. 
In the end there was a lot more gold and simple pleasures to be had in an unsheathed knife than a stablehand's pitchfork.

These days he is a hedonist of ill repute, but not necessarily completely devoid of morals or courtesies. Despite being little more than a local cutthroat he styles himself a gentleman villain of sorts, He takes great pride in making wine and meat flow freely when he comes into Town to spend his ill-gotten gains in another exorbitant spending spree for the ages.