Arawn Jotuner

Arawn Altevira-Marshal-De Manteau-Jotuner-Brewtaker-Bakura-Walterson, or commonly referred to as Arawn Jotuner, was the Skülv Jotuner Founder. He was a former politician of Carn in the Imperial Federation of Aldovir and helped to establish the Kallerian culture in Carn territory. Arawn was the mayor of a city named Kaller and he usually spended his days making alcoholic drinks at his tavern and meeting new friends along his many travels.

Species
Arawn's original body was from the Elemental Giant race, a minor subspecies of the giants evolutionary tree. Because of this they are a bit shorter than their close cousins, around 1.95 cm or 6.3 ft, instead of being huge as mountains. Their lifespan is around 150 years, but some of them can even survive for 200 at max. When their time comes, they will rurn into ethereal trees at death, or other kind of vegetation. Some of them can also shapeshift their appearances, voices and height to not scare regular people or passer-by.

When Arawn reincarnated into his new body, he becamed a mix of two races: Half aasimar and Half moon elf (from his birth parents).

Appearance
Arawn is a 5.5 (1,70 cm) man with brown tanned skin, white hair and a well cared beard. His most striking appearance are his shining golden eyes. Arawn has a lot of scars on his body (a notable one on his chest), proof of many adventures around the world of Rathnir. He wears a dark blue cloak adorned with red and gold refinings, on top of a gray shirt.

The appearance of his first body is largely unknowned and infomations varies from telling to telling. But the only thing they share in common are the bright gold eyes.

Personality
Apart from his exterior shell, Arawn's personality is completly different from his looks. He is somewhat of good-natured guy and very helpful with the problems of his friends. Additionaly Arawn is a major prankster and love to play mischievous jokes to his relatives and familiy members, but when the time calls he can be serious. During political meetings and other kind of discussions, Arawn shows his more honest side where he isn't afraid to speak aloud his thoughts and ideas to everyone on the table.

Birth and Early Life
Arawn is an elemental giant, who was born from the heart of a crystal covered mountain in today's Syltör. He was the youngest child with his two brothers Fjorn and Roþgar. Furthermore he never had any main familiy figure to look after, besides his older brothers that constantly made fun of his weak and tiny body. Apart that, the trio of brothers always supported each other, despite their dire situation in the hursh and unforgiving wilderness. Together they built a small settlement near the foot of the mountain and they called Kallernan.

During those years, Arawn learned to adapted quickly to his surroundings. One day, when he was out for hunting, Arawn saw a lone wolf trapped in a thorn bush. The young boy with trusty pocket knife, carefully released the wolf and tamed it, and decided to name it Yùsen. They instantly became friends and the two brothers accepted the animal an a official member of their newly estiblished family.

Early Adulthood
Arawn gives a signal to his brothers to follow him in the near woods. Carefully they passed through the misty forest and Arawn saw some deer footprints on the ground, covered with a freshly layer snow. Arawn proceeded forth with a more fast pace and finally found his prey... He ready his bow and arrow. He tooked the aim, his forehead sweated and....

After the hunt, Arawn and his two brothers returned to their village with their prey that they hunted that day. During that time the, not so young, Arawn has finaly grown to a intrepid, agile and charming 25 year old. They entered in the mead hall and greeted by the sound of their now old family dog. Over the years, their settelment grew into a fine and welcoming agricultural village. Furthermore Fjorn, Roþgar and Arawn established Skülv Jotuner family. However they soon realized that they wheren't welcomed in those lands, because the Rathnir political winds where shifting.

Incursions and subsequent exile
It was a particularly stormy evening and the windows rattled profusely by the wind outside... early signs of a snow storm that was about to arrive. In the blacken mead hall, lit by a candle, Fjorn was cleaning his trident that was retrived a few days prior from the hands of a drowned in a nearby icey river. To the far edges of the room, Roþgar and Arawn where eating and silently hearing the wind geting louder and louder with each second.

A muffled knocking was heard and Roþgar approached the door revealing a band of lost men, probably because of the raging snowstorm outside. They all sat down and one of them was behaving a bit nervous... the tension started to grew in the room and everyone exchange looks, Arawn calmly exlamed: where exactly are you from ? I've never seen humans wandering around this areas. "w- we are a hunters. we got lost in the dark trying to find the roads, can you guys let us stay for the night ?" the youngest one replied. Roþgar replied with a "of course " and prepared some extra food for the strangers along side some sleeping bags. The night was filled with laghter while they exchanged stories and Roþgar sang songs of their culture on the sound of his silver lyre. When the time came the Jotuner brothers all went to sleep, but not before Arawn, walking upsrairs to his bed, meeted a cold and unfeeling gaze from one of the hunters that had a scar on his upper jaw.

The night passed without problems and in the morning there was no longer a trace of the hunters, as if they had vanished into thin air... until they heard a loud knocking, like if an earthquake was trying to tear apart the door. The three brothers all went outside where they where welcomed by a group of mercenaries, led by the man Arawn saw last night.