Bulnar Bookao, the mentor of the beastman clan Urgo, peers out beyond the rugged mountains of his homeland with storm-colored eyes that have witnessed more than half a century of life, strife, and survival. He was born right in this place, among the snow-laced peaks, where the air is thin but fills the lungs with the wild freedom only a beastman could understand.
As a youngling, Bulnar was already shaping to be a force of nature. His spirit mirrored the ferocity of the wind that swept across the craggy cliffs, full of raw power and unrestrained energy. Still, even for a beastman, he was wild, almost feral. The clan named him a berserker, one who fought not with polished skills, but with overwhelming power driven by fury and instinct. Great was his baptism in the fires of battle, and great was the fear and respect he earned from both friend and foe.
Yet time, the most relentless and ruthless of elements, chips away at even the sharpest of edges. As the years fluttered by like leaves in the wind, Bulnar found his tempest slowly quelling, replaced by a strangely peaceful resolve. The berserker made way for the mentor, his senses and muscles honed by countless battles now serve new Urgo budlings who are eager to learn the Way of the Clan, the sacred Unduo.
His red hair, once fiery like the setting sun, now bears streaks of silver, a testament to his age and wisdom. His beard, while short, carries tales of his great feats, each strand a story yet to be told. His horns, long and wrapped with fur, stand gray with time, but no less magnificent.
Through all his transformations, Bulnar carried the same unwavering resilience. Even as his life's purpose shifted from the chaos of battle to the noble call of mentorship, he never faltered. His motive, like the towering mountains around him, remains strong— to guide, to protect, to teach.
Yet every hero has their own Achilles' heel, their own tragic flaw. For Bulnar, it is his heart. A heart that had been betrayed - by a brother in arms, by a love long lost, each betrayal a cruel cut that left its mark on his soul. A heart that had loved fiercely, a beastwoman of unparalleled beauty with whom he dreamt countless dreams, promises of a life shared under the moonlight. A heart that is now alone; his mate is gone, lost to the bleak inevitability of time and age.
"Breathe the mountains. Live the mountains. Be the mountains," Bulnar tells his charges, his life-credo echoing amidst the silent peaks. This stubborn belief served the old warrior throughout his life, strengthening him in his darkest hours, guiding him even when lost in the throes of his raging berserk.
His life has been a tapestry of both blessings and curses, another harsh reality. A blessing in his extraordinary strength and grand spirit, a curse in the loneliness and trials that have tested him beyond the brink. He carries these with grace, an enduring testament to the balance of life.