Name: Gandalfr Diurrgeisson

Tribe: Norcttrekkn

Social Status: Frodrprestr (Elder Priest)

Bio:
Height- 6'1''
Weight- 170 lbs
Hair- White, down to his back in length
Facial hair- Long thick beard
Face- Scarred, solemn. The claw mark across his face is that of a large beast, stretching from one ear to the other.  His left eye is missing and blank, absent a nasty scar.  
Build- Thin but muscular, tattoos cover his arms, chest, neck and legs
Voice- His speech is dry and serious. His tone is deep and commandingly blunt
Eyes- What one can see of his only good eye, is mostly the white.  He rarely looks to anyone he's speaking, but all would know who he addresses.
Attire- Gandalfr's attire consists of ravens feathers braided amidst his long white hair.  The pelt of a large black wolf draped across his back and shoulders.  Upon his head is crowned the skull of a large beast, bound around his chin with dark leather straps.

Gandalfr believes that to beat the darkness one must be one with the darkness. Eye for an eye, or in his case, two eyes for all of theirs.  He cares little for the other tribes and sees the end for them all coming soon… The old ways are the way they have stayed alive for so long, and in the old ways and the old gods, the answer remains buried.  

From a long forgotten tribe buried deep amidst the bellows of the Darkmist forest known as the Norcttrekkn.   Or to some village folk and tale-telling merchants that may have witnessed them a time or two… Druids of the Night Raven.  

They rarely come out at day, and almost never amidst the villages, needing only their brethren and stone weapons to keep their survival.  Yet they seem to be noticed less and less, and some have wandered into towns of recent bloodied and battered, is if a war was happening noone ever heard.  The Norttrekkn hate the werewolves, and call them THE BEAST.  Their war is their own, and they tell tales of it at campfires to evolving recruits of youth and hopefull warriors clutching their spears with shivering frightened palms.

They say:

The Beast- In darkness they hunt and unite with a howl. Their strength is unmatched and in stealth do they prowl. Teeth of daggers and claws like sharp swords.  Glowing eyed demons, an infinite horde.
In Spirit of Wolf we too can be one, gather our numbers the Norcttrekkn nay run.  
In Spirit of Bear our strength surely grows, ferocious our war path a beast to appose.
In Spirit of Raven our wings we spread wide, and soar into battle to bleed for our lives.