Velheim

Damod has reddish tan skin and small tusks protruding from his lower jaw. His long, black hair is often tied back into a messy ponytail, and he has piercing orange eyes that reflect the intensity of his focus. He wears layered furs and leathers specially designed for warmth and mobility, adorned with various wolf pelts as trophies of his hunts. With a quiver of arrows strapped to his back and a finely crafted longbow in hand, he presents a formidable figure against the backdrop of the snowy mountains.

He is a calm and observant individual, often preferring solitude in nature over the tumult of war. Methodical in his approach to both hunting and warfare, he values strategic thinking and patience. He shows compassion for animals and a begrudging respect for those he fights against. Although he appears gruff and intimidating, he is surprisingly introspective, carrying a sense of morality that influences his decisions on and off the battlefield

His tribe, the Grom'karak, revered strength and cunning, making warriors and hunters of all able-bodied members. From a young age, he felt the call of the wilderness, finding solace and camaraderie among the animals of the peaks. Unlike many of his kin, who reveled in the thrill of battle against rival tribes, he preferred the quiet art of hunting, admiring the grace of a mountain goat or the stealth of a wolf. However, duty to his tribe compelled him to participate in the raids commanded by Grom'karak leaders, often acting as a scout or tracker, using his skills to ensure success. Despite his fierce exterior and prowess in combat, he holds a deep-seated belief that taking life should have purpose, often sparing those who fight back unless absolutely necessary. In the chaos of every raid, he remains true to himself, often lost in thought about the prey he will pursue as soon as the battle ends.