A enigmatic individual, a shed-sized hunter, wrapped in hides and reeds and bones and moss. The face is covered in tattered and stained cloth, hidden deep below a cowl-like helm of sinew-bound skulls. Sometimes sunlight will catch an amber glint in some of the teeth of the skulls of his cowl, or maybe wound into his trappings, or a glint in his eye? This is largely overshadowed by the clutch of hunting spears strapped to his back, which the hulking humanoid can throw with ballista-strength and hawk-eyed accuracy.
Despite all his towering bulk and ramshackle attire, the giant hunter dubbed “Chuck” prowls the forests of the Furyoth Dell with untold grace and terrifying patience. The blades of his kukri and skinning sickle are both made of dull green-grey metal with slight prismatic shadows dancing deep within, and flash and whirl in a terrifying concert when he finally closes with his prey- mortal, beast, or worse. Rumours are that he claims his kills with a first bite to wash his rags in blood, though none have seen such a monstrous act or even heard a whisper of his lair.
