Half-elf barbarian. He's older, coming up on what would be 'old' for a human... mid-sixties, basically, though he looks more late-thirties. His upper body has been marked in a variety of tribal tattoos. He has a thin goatee and a small scar descending from the outer corner of his left eye. Short, rustled black hair with the very slightest hint of grey. Weapon is your choice. Backstory is that he ran from his elven home and joined a tribe of human and half-orc barbarians that were his ancestors. While with them, he became a spiritual advisor as was traditional for their 'aisling' tribe members, despite being somewhat immature and unsure himself. He got really drunk in a ritual and promised his body to a goddess of the moon [and death] on the condition that he would be released only if he sacrificed to her a great and unnatural beast. He's matured and would like to raise a family, but he can't give up adventuring until he fulfills his promise to the goddess.