Firbolg Ranger

This tall, broad-shouldered woodland huntress looks like she could carry a fallen tree off the trail… then vanish into the underbrush without a sound. Her fur and skin carry soft, natural earth tones streaked with moss and shadow, blending her into the forest like she was painted by the landscape itself.

Her long hair is pulled back into thick braids woven with feathers, leather ties, and small wooden tokens from past journeys. Her expression is calm, sharp, and deeply observant — the look of someone who noticed the broken twig you stepped on an hour ago.

She wears fitted ranger leathers layered with strips of bark and reinforced cloth, built for silent movement and long treks. A weathered green cloak drapes over her shoulders, breaking up her silhouette and helping someone her size become unsettlingly hard to spot.

In one hand she holds a beautifully curved longbow carved from dark living wood, its limbs subtly shaped like growing branches. The other rests near a belt lined with tools: a hunting knife, coiled rope, small pouches, and charms carved to resemble forest animals.

At her side stands a loyal animal companion — wolf, hawk, or great stag — poised and alert, clearly a partner rather than a follower.

Her stance is grounded and balanced, knees slightly bent, ready to move at a moment’s notice — patient, precise, and absolutely in control of her terrain.