Ulle
"Framed against the slate colored beach, the marine green of the sea and tumultuous skies was Ulle and his people, their flesh as pale as the belly of a fish, stark against their adopted home. His long braided hair was the color of fresh cream and his eyes as pale and as blue as glacial ice melt as they stared out in deep thought at the roiling sea while the sea breeze tugged at loose strands of whipping hair cast out behind him.He was perhaps in his mid-twenties, a man full grown and heavily muscled clad in his thick thigh length hide parka. His hood thrown back and his mittens dangled from where they had been tied to his sleeves, the sea breeze was chill but tame compared to the bite of a winter squall. His trousers were baggy, the better to trap warm air in void spaces and to give him ample freedom of movement, while his feet were heavily wrapped and bundled, the soles made in imitation of the paws of the bear which had fur grown in between the pads. They were comfortable, quiet, warm and left little trace, although they were miserable if allowed to soak through and rotted if not well dried.
He wore no weapon, as the only real threat to his people came from the beasts that roamed the tundra, and those he did own were tucked away in his sleeping space. Crime was practically unknown among them, and they did not have use for coin."