Crowarethan Stonehands

Name: Crowarethan Stonehands.
Age: 35 years ish
Exaltation/Caste: Solar - Dawn Caste
Affiliations: Icewalker lands.



Bio:
Born to a small tribe of mountain people he was raised to hunt fish and survive. His people had managed to remain far outside the goings-on of the rest of creation and all but the elders knew only the mountains they called home.

Men of his tribe were considered part beast due to their hairier bodies and not allowed to make decisions for the tribe, which was led by a women's circle, and mostly worked as hunters and gatherers. The women were the warriors, chiefs and leaders.

After his fifth year Crowarethan began training as a herder of goats and farmer of starchy tubers. His naturally strong frame and physical abilities drew little attention from others until adolescence when the young men were allowed to spare and hunt for the tribe. Crowarethan soon set himself apart from his larger companions and allowed to shave his hair to signify his manhood and unblemished standing beneath the unconquered sun. He became well known for his valor and temperance but was regularly reminded to keep from saying too much for his own good.

Years went by and a young warrior chose Crowarethan as her life-mate. Honored for the recognition he devoted himself to her despite his lack of attraction to her. During their six years of bound life he gathered two children a boy Aiden and a Daughter Cadi. Together they were content and at peace, but as was common peace didn't last.

Crowarethan left early one day to hunt for his life-mate's name day and found himself alone in the morning fog. Soon he came across tracks left by heavily armored beast and men. He thought little of the danger for many minutes as he hunted until he found a corpse of a slain herder and mistreated goats among the boulders that lead to the valley bellow. In haste he made his way back to the camp only to find his entire tribe slain.

Maddened by sorrow and rage he took up his Nate's war hammer and buckler then began tracking the war band that had killed his people. Every time he fog came in he would strike the murderous band then hide among the rocks and caves he knew so well. Finally, tired of his attacks the remaining murderers began to search for him. He led them into the mountains higher and higher until only the summit remained. As the dawn came and burned away the fog that day he cried out to the sun for strength and with a mighty swing of his hammer he cracked the edge of the cliff above the wicked warrior band and buried them with an avalanche, a small avalanche but hey, beggars can't be choosers.

He was exalted in that moment and began a much different life. In mourning he stopped shaving his hair and wears it as a symbol of his loss and the debt he owes to the sun for granting him strength.

He now wanders in search of the evil that sent the murderous band and vows to purge it and anything like it from creation along the way.

During his wandering through the frozen north lands while suffering from near hypothermia he found himself in a patch of warm fertile ground. Slowly his body temperature returned and he began searching the area. Then after a few minutes he found a large tree at the center of the manse and noticed a green reflection within it's roots. Crow reached for the object and pulled it from the roots. It was a stone, warm to the touch, and giving off a faint glow. Taking the stone of the rooster, as he later learned it was called he, he left the manse to continue his quest to fight the lowlanders that killed his people.



Appearance:
Crowarethan is a broad shouldered man with hard grey eyes with golden sunburst around his pupils. His dense skeleton is wrapped with thick rope like muscle beneath sun tanned skin. The unkempt brown hair flecked with grey hangs like a mane from his thick skulled head, while his weathered face is adorned with a thick beard. Thick skins from former prey hang from his person tied fast at the waist by a heavy leather belt that is as wide as his heavy scarred hands. A skin loin cloth protects his unmemorable manhood and backside. His heavy upper body rest upon two thick tree trunk-like legs that end in somewhat small feet that are wrapped in thick animal skins.

Bathing though not as frequent as some does happen but weekly at best unless it is a rainy week. He is earthy in the way most prefer not to be.

Physical Stats:
Height: 7' 3"
Weight: Approximately 320Lbs
Eyes: Green with yellow around the pupil
Hair: Golden Brown with sparse grey
Skin: Lightly Tanned

Potential Plot Hooks:
-His whole tribe was killed by an unknown band of armored warriors and so he vows revenge on their master and any one like them along his path. 

-Bull of the North, meet Bear of the North.

-Marma's Fell, now you die...un-die...you know what I mean.

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