Character Sheet: http://1drv.ms/1gbshbA
Desc:  Verrick Vinnar is a young (for them) Half-Elf born and raised in a Caravan Trader's family in the North. Growing up with his larger more burly brothers, Verrick learned quickly that often approaching a problem from another angle... often sneaky, even, allowed him to avoid excessive bruising and loss of pride inherent to having older and bigger brothers.
Several years ago, his fmaily's caravan was attacked by strange creatures made of ice, accompanied by Winter Wolves and Frost Giants.  Durring the battle one of his brothers was greviously injured and Verrick pulled him beneath a wagon and hid with him beneath a white blanket in the snow.  Once the din of battle and the screams of his family and others of the caravan ceased, he looked about to find that he and his brother were all that survived;  the Winter Horde vanishing into a dense blanket of snow from a growing storm.
Knowing he couldn't remain with the ruined waggons and survive through a storm, he gathered what he could of the scattered magical goods and supplies his family traded in, and with his brother pulled behind him on a blanket he set off to seek shelter amoung some distant caves he had spotted earlier that day with his keen vision.
Unfortunately, cursing under his breath at his stupidity for not listening closer to his Gran's teachings of survival in the wilderness, Verrick didn't make it to the caves... and collapsed exhausted in the middle of the snow, numb from the piercing ice and chill of the surrounding storm. He thought his end was at hand and just before a warm sleepiness claimed his consciousness he saw a blurred figure in bright crimson approach...
An unknown time later, he awoke to find himself in a dimly lit cave in front of a warm crackling fire and wrapped in thick furs.  A strange long-bearded figure sat staring at him from accross the fire, his brother no where in sight.  Apparently this man... this Herald, was following the winter horde of the Ice Queen and stumbled, quite literally, on the near-frozen bodies of him and his brother.  His brother and only living family, much to his despair, did not survive his injuries, leaving Verrick alone with no family, trade, or purpose.
Taking Verrick under his wing, the Herald helped Verrick recover and took it upon himself to mentor this young Half-Elf.  Teaching him the art of the Spear and Stealth, and other tricks and skills Verrick learned much from the Herald, but never his name.  Under his tutelage, Verrick grew and filled out to surpass even his brothers' burliness.  Unfortunately, spending so much time with only one person somewhat stunted his social development, making for a very blunt and somewhat unfiltered personality.
Years later, the Herald at last fell in battle in pursuit of his mistress the Witch Queen, Baba Yaga. Determined to revenge himself upon the Ice Queen for stealing yet another person from his life, Verrick took up his mentors Crimson Mantle and vowed to see his quest completed, and to see the Ice Queen deposed.
At some point in his journey, Verrick fell victim to the insidious flaura of the strange area you found him in.  Here, he was locked away for months, with his gear stripped save a single magical ring to sustain him.  Quickly he found he had become the favorite target of that damnably devilish talking cat. While his rings sustains him, the lack of any real food or water, tight confines, and lack of appreciable company have driven him nearly to the very brink of insanity.