Firbolg Barbarian

This towering woodland powerhouse looks like he normally helps lost animals find their way home — but today, someone messed with the wrong grove. Broad-shouldered and thickly built, his fur and skin carry natural earth tones, with faint druidic markings or scars etched across his arms like living history.

His hair is wild and wind-tossed, tangled with leaves, beads, and bits of bone or carved wood trophies. A heavy brow shadows calm, deep-set eyes that say he’d prefer peace… but has a very effective backup plan.

He grips a massive greataxe or tree-trunk club that looks less forged and more “politely borrowed from nature at high speed.” The weapon is chipped, splintered, and absolutely devastating. Vines or leather straps wrap the handle for grip, because even primal rage respects ergonomics.

His armor is minimal — furs, leather straps, and a shoulder guard made from bark or bone — leaving most of his powerful frame exposed and ready for action. A necklace of wooden charms or animal tokens hangs at his chest, rattling softly like nature-themed warning bells.

His stance is wide and grounded, one foot forward, weapon resting but ready — the posture of someone who will tank damage, protect friends, and then apologize to the forest for the mess afterward.