Varros is an imposing bugbear with unusually thick, silver grey fur that mimics the coat of a timber wolf. He carries himself with a predatory slouch, his long arms nearly touching the ground. He wears a heavy cloak fashioned from a massive alpha wolf pelt, and his amber eyes reflect light like a nocturnal hunter.

He is a man of few words and many growls. He views the world through the lens of pack dynamics and territory. He is fiercely protective of those he deems kin but cold and efficient when dealing with outsiders.

Varros was abandoned as a whelp in the heart of the High Forest. Instead of being hunted, he was adopted by the Black Spine wolf pack, where he learned the language of the woods and the rhythm of the hunt. He grew up believing his long limbs and goblinoid features were merely mutations of a strange, upright wolf. His life was one of primal simplicity until a group of settlers destroyed his pack’s territory. The trauma of the loss triggered a latent primal power within him. He found that when his blood boiled with rage, his body shifted to resemble his lupine brothers even more closely. Now, he travels as a lone wolf in search of those who would trample the wild, his soul forever bound to the forest. He carries a bone flute carved from a fallen pack mate, the only memento of the family he lost.