Ihvon hails from the Spine of the World, the far North, where the harsh environment of ice and snow strips bare the weak and unprepared.  Before their last adventure Ihvon was hard to miss as it was clear that the blood of giants flowed within him.  Topping upwards of seven feet tall his body holds a wiry strength but what is more remarkable is his presence beyond his size, a boon that his comrades have found out have helped them in more than one situation.  Short blond spiked hair is matched with pale skin and ice blue eyes

With the previous adventures lining their pockets he finally had the coin to purchase the last of the supplies that he had been needing to finish his masterwork.  Over the years he had been carefully collecting and smithing a suit of full plate created out of the finest mithral to protect him.  Bit by bit as he finished bracers, pauldrons and greaves he would wear them with his existing armour till he finally finished the ornate breastplate and helm.  All of them bearing low rising but deadly sharp ridges.  With their last adventure a matching heavy shield of mithral with the same sharp ridges and edges was added to his protection but it's the fact that he uses no blade nor bow to fight but instead conjures up strange eldritch flames to his hands that burn a pure white but have impossible shadows of black flickering inside.  Still he has a well wrought battleaxe for the times that creatures get too close or doors need to be chopped down.