Right hand of Tyr, Sons of Tyr
The first thing that strikes you about Leif, as with all Son’s of Tyr, is his pure white hair.
He is a tall man, his wide stance and unwavering expression tells you he is used to answering to a higher power, the Gods.
He walks with purpose and determination, his gaze fixed on his destination, his mind set like a steel trap.
He wears the traditional silver robes of his order, the symbol hanging proudly from the chain on his neck.
His voice booms with confidende and resilience against all who would question it.