"Wolf"

"My companions! Why must we fight!? I will not raise my axe unless I have to but if you leave me no choice I will."

Once a Viking who traveled across the sea's with his other companions. Landing in a new land and being gifted his wolf side by the norther lights. He companions being granted a represented animal as well. They all ruled tribes of their own. Despite being granted immortality, the ability to never age, he was slain, his mind resides in his axe and his body frozen away in ice. The axe, it a treasured object that was gifted down his family's bloodline. Rumor has it those who wield it can hear his voice guiding them. 

A tall, masculine strong man. Long white and and brown hair with some scruff on his chin. Usually wears a black and white wolf mask. Darns armor, with fluffy white pads, a wolf symbol on each shoulder pad. Wears brown boots, brown pants with more armor around the waist. Always has white wolf ears and tail. 

A man who likes a good laugh and a good drink. He's pretty good natured and loves spending time with people. Often catch this man at the town tavern drinking. He likes to spare but won't start conflict, he often avoids them and will not fight unless he has absolutely has to. 

These two use to be the best of friends, sadly their friendship came to end and their tribes grew distant. Wolf wanted to friendship between the two of them to come back but never got to see it happen again before he was slain. 

If he had gotten to meet his great grandchildren he would be a proud great grandfather. Just smother them in gift's, and would probably hold onto them and never let them go. Protective Wolf Grandpa.