Hro comes from the savage highland tribes and was raised to endure a hard life of deprivation and discomfort. He took a hardy wife and she bore him a strong son. They lived as happily as they could until an evil sorcerer set up a camp in the highlands to take slaves and sacrifices for his dark masters. Hro’s tribe rose up in open war against the sorcerer and the battles were terrible, the bloodshed horrid… In the end Hro led the warband that slew the fiend, taking for himself the Threefang, one of the sorcerer’s twisted weapons, as a trophy.

Unfortunately, a group of the sorcerer’s minions attacked the tribe’s camp while the warriors were away, and Hro’s wife and son were among those slaughtered. Stricken with grief, Hro left the highlands to wander, looking for nothing short of his own demise. What he found instead was Jiro Konata, a strange warrior from a distant land, who was as different from Hro as night is from day. Nonetheless, the two become fast friends, and later joined their current party in search of adventure. Hro’s quest for death lingers, and he never turns from a fight on his own.

Wild hair, body paint, crude furs and self-tanned leathers, inscrutable facial expression.