Kellan Vargan

KV
2
LVL

Barbarian

Kellan Vargan

Level 2·Male·Medium
Neutral Good

Species

Human

Appearance

Kellan moves like a pack animal: deliberate, low to the ground, each step measuring the give of earth and root. He is broad-shouldered with hands like split logs and skin weathered to the color of old oak. His hair is cropped close at the temples but left in a rough, shoulder-length topknot that he tucks through a braided leather thong; trapped in the braid is a single silver coin turned dull by sweat. His beard is thick and unkempt but braided with a scrap of blue ribbon—an odd, almost tender flourish against the otherwise savage silhouette. He wears a patched hide cloak stiff with sap and ash, and though he favors heavy leather and bone, his left ear bears a tiny, delicate silver hoop—the only neat thing about him. When he stands in sunlight the carved runes on his greataxe throat glow faintly, and when he smiles (which is rare) it is a crooked, surprised thing that seems almost embarrassed to happen.

Height6'1"
BuildLarge, muscular, compact—like an ember that's still hot
Eyesstorm-gray flecked with amber
Haircoal-black with a silver strand through the braid
Skinoak-brown (sun-darkened)

Curt, often clipped monosyllables; when he speaks at length his sentences are plain and storylike, punctuated with metaphors of weather and wood. He uses old clan terms when angry and adds a softening endearment when speaking to children.”

Ability Scores

STR
16+3
DEX
12+1
CON
15+2
INT
10+0
WIS
13+1
CHA
8-1

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilNeutral Good

Distinguishing Features

Deep crescent scar across the left cheek that splits into a knot of old stitches

A jagged notch in his right ear (remnant of a raiders' knife)

Carved bone amulet with a child's tooth tied around his neck

A missing front tooth, revealed when he laughs

Voice

Low and gravelly, with the cadence of someone used to shouting across snow and wood smoke; it softens to near-whisper when he speaks gently.

Clothing

Layered hides and a heavy leather jerkin, patched wool trousers, a cracked leather satchel; a faded blue ribbon braided into his beard and a thin, neat silver hoop in one ear

Body Language

Stooped slightly forward when standing, shoulders coiled; when listening he leans in, elbows on knees; his hands never idle—tending rope, flint, or axe bit.

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