Born to a bloodline of ancient northern rangers, the Wayfarer emerged from the mists of the Wolfswood during the harshest winter in living memory. As the sole survivor of a ranging party caught in an otherworldly storm, they discovered an innate ability to navigate through the worst of winter's fury. Their transformation came during a three-day blizzard, where they formed a mystical bond with the northern winds, learning to read the whispers of approaching storms and the secrets hidden in ice formations. This connection to winter's essence marked them as one of the rare 'frost-touched' - individuals chosen by the old gods to preserve the North's most ancient traditions.

Stoic and resolute as the ancient weirwood trees, the Wayfarer embodies the unyielding spirit of the North. They possess an almost supernatural patience, capable of remaining motionless for hours while reading weather patterns or tracking game. Their speech is measured and sparse, like precious resources in winter, yet their rare words carry the weight of hard-earned wisdom. Though seemingly distant, they harbor a deep sense of duty to preserve northern traditions and protect those who brave the harsh wilderness. Their most distinctive trait is an uncanny ability to predict incoming storms by interpreting subtle changes in ice formations and wind patterns.