Standing tall as the frigid mountain slopes themselves, Drace Dawnscar must crouch to enter the dwellings and shops built by lesser men. Like the glacial pools of waterfalls cascading to the dark depths beneath Dawnscar Crag, his gray-blue eyes catch and hold the sights around him.  His shaggy mane of hair grows long and is the color of morning's first light. Like the jagged cliffs he climbed as a child, the lines and scars of decades of battle line his face and hands, the only skin exposed. Since he's come out of the frozen wastes, he's shed several layers of pelts, furs and skins to reveal his chestplate and Llamelar kilt.

"The Undying" he is called and it's been rumored that his intense stare and no-nonsense attitude were too much, and Death himself paled in the shadow of this one. His massive sword, one of the treasures of the Dawnscar Clan rides high across his back and another treasure, his powerful lightning spear, balances the rest of his powerful arsenal. He is a one-man army IF... the stories are true...