Name: "I am Tecktictulay. Canyon-Walker, Taker of Lives, and Terror of the Ivory Pass." (Don't worry, titles in his tribe are given out like candy. He's gotten those for traveling a lot, killing a moderate amount of other people, a lot of which is luck, and assisting in the burning of a few rival villages. Also, just call him Teck.)
Age: 32
Skills: "I would call myself adept with most forms of close combat (Melee). I am no stranger to ranged weaponry either, though I prefer seeing the look in an opponent's eyes (General Marksmanship). And, as is common among my people, I've learned about this land through experience. (Survival thangs. Herblore, animal knowledge, random stuff like that.)"EquipmentClothing: Piecemeal armor cobbled together from pre-Cata things. Ancient kevlar scraps affixed to a vest of leather and cloth. A loincloth, fur bracers, knee pads, and foot wraps. A shield, which is normally affixed to his back. A very old blue helmet, probably meant for baseball, and a mask of hard plastic.
Weaponry: A long spear of scrap metal, festooned with barbed points and hooks along the edge. Sure to stick inside a target and cause massive bleeding. A length of corded sinew is affixed to the back, allowing Teck to hurl the weapon and drag enemies with it. On his back, a quiver of tough leather contains multiple smaller javelins, with points of bone and lacquered wood. The quiver contains twelve.
Loyalty to the Imperium and to the God-Emperor: "This....Empire......conquered my tribe. Thus, I am bound to serve, as is tradition. I am pledged until my life essence leaves my earthly form."Teck's general look!
The Great Spear (Ignore the man holding it)