He was once a proud son of the North, tall and broad-shouldered, with eyes the color of frozen seas and hair like pale ash. But the curse changed him. His flesh now bears the scars of the transformation—half man, half beast. Coarse fur creeps across his arms and back, his hands twisted into clawed remnants of humanity. His face, elongated and feral, still carries traces of the man he once was—the sharp jawline and haunted gaze of one who remembers who he should be.