A shaman of old lands too harsh and barren to sustain life for any but the most hardy, this man's name--whatever it once was--has been washed away by his duty. He is a speaker for the dead, for the shamans that have come before him and the heart of his people. He sees the world as he has to, not in shades of good or evil but of necessity and survival. He pays little mind to his feral apperance and the looks the more civilized folk give him, as he knows his path.

His people have lived in their way of life since the first monsters struck out from the depths of the earth and the Hells against the mortal races of men, and even as the world has changed around them they remain, as ever, stalwart

His garb, robes made of the skin of a mighty bear and a mask of tanned hide pinned to his face, perfectly express who and what he is. He is a slayer of beasts, but more than that, he is the thing that even demons fear.

And he has plenty of room for more trophies.