Barakas stands with a lean, athletic build, his skin a deep shade of crimson that contrasts with his dark, travel worn leather armor. His horns curve back from his brow like a ram, and his tail often twitches restlessly behind him. His amber eyes are sharp and perpetually scanning his surroundings for movement.

He is a quiet, observant soul who prefers the company of the wild over the noise of the tavern. He speaks only when necessary, but his words carry the weight of someone who has spent much time in contemplation. He is fiercely protective of those he considers his own.

Barakas was born in the small logging village of Oakhaven, where his devilish appearance initially brought whispers and sideways glances. He ignored the prejudice, spending his youth deep in the surrounding woods where the trees did not judge him for his horns or tail. His life changed when a displaced pack of shadow hounds began terrorizing the local shepherds, and Barakas used his self taught tracking skills to lead the beasts away and slay their alpha. This act of bravery earned him the title of the Thorn of Oakhaven among the locals. Now, he travels beyond the borders of his home, feeling the pull of the wilds and the needs of those who cannot protect themselves. He carries a hand carved whistle and a notched longbow, symbols of his humble beginnings and his vow to be a shield against the darkness. While the townsfolk finally accepted him, he still feels most at peace when the only sounds are the rustle of leaves and the distant cry of a hawk.