Skari stands nearly eight feet tall, a mountain of grey-toned skin marked by black lithic patterns. His face is weathered by the biting winds of the tundra, featuring a braided beard tied with iron rings. He wears a heavy mantle made from the pelt of a winter wolf and carries a shield painted with the fading symbol of a broken axe.

He is as stoic as the mountains he calls home. Skari believes that words are weightless compared to the gravity of an action. He rarely laughs, and when he does, it sounds like shifting gravel. He views every encounter through the lens of a hunter, constantly assessing the threats and weaknesses of those around him.

Skari was born into the Valhalla Vengeance clan, a hardy band of warriors who believed that only through blood and retribution could a soul earn its place in the halls of the gods. His youth was spent hunting elk and scouting for the giants that plagued the high peaks. This life of hardship was shattered when a Frost Giant lord named Thrymheim decimated his village. Skari was the sole survivor, spared only because he was away on a scouting mission when the fire-and-ice storm hit. Returning to find nothing but smoldering ruins and frozen corpses, he took up his father's broken shield and swore a vow. His vengeance would not be a single moment of rage, but a lifelong hunt. He joined the ranks of the monster slayers, turning his survival skills into a weapon. Every giant he falls and every unnatural horror he purges is a stone added to the cairn of his fallen brothers. He wanders the world now, a nomad of the north, searching for the giants who stole his home and the glory required to finally enter Valhalla with his head held high.