Form I will be using most of the time for now:
Draconic Form, 40 foot move speed, darkvision, breath weapon 2d8(DC 15) for half, +2 natural armor, 1d8 bite, 2 1d6 claws, -2 1d8 tail, 1d8 gore, +4 str, -2 dex, +2 con, pounce, large tile.
Crystalline Form: Oreads with this trait gain a +2 racial bonus to AC against rays thanks to their reflective crystalline skin. In addition, once per day, they can deflect a single ray attack targeted at them as if they were using the Deflect Arrows feat.
Treacherous Earth: Once per day, an oread with this racial trait can will the earth to rumble and shift, transforming a 10-foot-radius patch of earth, unworked stone, or sand into an area of difficult terrain, centered on an area the oread touches. This lasts for a number of minutes equal to the oread's level, after which the ground returns to normal.
Wealth: 14 gp
Other gear: Strange map, Boots of the winterlands, leather armor(attuned), Longspear(attuned), 10 Javelins, a backpack, a bedroll, a belt pouch, a flint and steel, an iron pot, a mess kit, rope, soap, torches (10), trail rations (5 days), a waterskin, 2 potions of cure light wounds, a potion of mage armor, and a potion of bulls strength.
Backstory:
Jorvin Tarvikson is the son of Lyla and Varnin Tarvikson, and brother of Vilyia Tarvikson, his sister. He was born in a small nomadic tribe in the frost downs, in between Goldenhall and Smithhold. Soon after he was born, his mother Lyla dissapeared, never to be heard from again. His father and sister were devastated, assuming Lyla was dead. Varnin raise Jorvin as best he could, along with Vilyia. When Jorvin and Vilyia were old enough to take care of themselves, he started pursuing a good job in one of the Holds. He found one as a miner in Smithhold, One where he didn't have to work during the summer months. He used his time in the summers to go to Black Keep and further south, pursuing his former passion of searching for the fabled dragon hoards. He thought if he found one he could be rich, and give his children the perfect life, the one he thought they deserved. Every summer for years, he went to Black Keep, always returning empty handed. Until one summer, He came back with something akin to a map. It was written in an ancient language that he did not know. He searched throughout the land for someone who could decipher it, he even gave up his job so he could search more, but found no one. When he came back, he was distraught. He journeyed to the black keep, leaving the map with Jorvin, for he did not want to lose it to a thief in the black keep. Instead, he copied some of the text onto a piece of parchment to see if he could find someone there who could decipher it. Soon after he left, news of the orc raid from the rise reached Jorvin and Vilyia. Their father didn't come back this time.
A few weeks after their father was supposed to be back, Vilyia left, saying she needed time on her own, and that she was going to go look for father. Jorvin was alone. So, he decided, he would train. He spent many months practicing his abilities that he had discovered a year back, using them to kill orcs and such that were attack the few nomadic tribes either brave or stupid enough to come to the rise. He became somewhat well known among these tribes as a hero. Soon after, he decided to attempt to make his way to the black keep, where Vilyia was supposedly going. As he was traveling there, using his father's old maps, he was ambushed by orcs, who had heard of him killing their brethren. He managed to escape, but not without a few scars. He made his way back to Smithhold, and then further into Nordholm, trying to find someone who could help him, and someone who could decipher the map.
Appearance: Jorvin is about 6'2, and has a muscular build. He has long, spiky silver hair, and an almost reflective silvery skin. He has glowing green eyes and sharp features. (Hint, he looks kinda like the alias picture, but without pointy ears.)
Personality: Before his father's Dissapearence, he was happy and kind to all, a bit clumsy some times. Afterwards however, he became far more serious, rarely smiling, just determined to find his father or avenge him, and find the dragon hoard like his father would have wanted.
