Ravaron, with his name translating to "wild hunter" in the common tongue, is a wood-elf of the Erynmor tribe, who is blessed with bestial blood.

In his humanoid form, he is a goliath of a wood-elf, packed with muscles and standing at over 7 feet tall. His face and body are covered with war paint and tribal tattoos, and his long blonde dreadlocks are tied back into a ponytail. He wields an enormous greatsword made of jagged bone and an oversized longbow, crudely carved from the trunk of a young tree.

He can change shape into a huge, fearsome wolf-like beast at-will. In that form he fully embraces his bloodlust; he becomes unable to cast his spells, focusing on mercilessly tearing apart his prey with his claws and bite instead.

Ravaron, being half beast and half elf, is a wild man, one who prefers action over talking. He enjoys the hunt and fighting for his tribe in general for a living. If there is something to hunt or something to fight for, he is up for it, and it is difficult to dissuade him once the hunter within him awoke. He fights mercileslly until the bitter end, until either he can enter the happy hunting grounds, where the hunt will go on for him, or until his prey is defeated.

However, despite his lust for the hunt, his stubbornness and his will to fight for his tribe, he actually might hesistate initiating or joining a fight without being provoked and is quite curious about the world outside of the forest of Erynmor, especially since he once snuck out of the forest and observed some human villages in the distance, something he was warned against doing by the tribe's elders - and he hopes to eventually learn more about them.

Forest of Erynmor. The forest of Erynmor, known as the "dark forest" in common, is an ancient, primeval forest located at the foot of the great mountains. Trees older than humankind itself growing in gnarly and grotesque shapes are found here, as are many wild animals, some more dangerous than others. Navigating through its thick undergrowth, with all the dangers looming there and in the branches of the trees above, is almost impossible - except for those who call this forest their home and probably are, in some way, the forest's most dangerous inhabitats: the feral elves of Erynmor.

Feral Elves. An ancient tribe of wood-elves is living deep within the  Forest of Erynmor, and likely has been living there since the very beginning of the forest's growth. These elves live in harmony with nature, following their shamanistic traditions and practicing druidic rituals. Natural caves and simple, wooden huts and treehouses serve as their homes, small creeks and a river flowing through the forest provide water, and they eat whatever they can hunt and whatever fruits the forest provides.

The elves of Erynmor, feral and far away from any civilication, are great hunters, and despite the simplicity of their gear, crudely crafted from ressources provided by the forest, like fur, leather, bones and wood, they are fearsome warriors. Vigilantly - and lethally - defending their home against anyone from the "outside" as they refer to the rest of the world, in an effort to protect the forest from any potential danger, the feral elves became known as a hostile and unwelcoming folk, with most adventurers avoiding the forest entirely in fear of getting pierced by a crudely carved wooden arrow or slashed by a sword made of sharpened bone.

Wild Hunters. The hunt is more than just a necessity for survival for the elves of Erynmor. The hunt itself is a sacred ritual for them, a challenge to prove their strength, dexterity and combat capabilites, a challenge to satisfy the gods they believe in and their way to offer sacrifices. They believe in an afterlife in the happy hunting grounds, but only those who were successful hunters during their lifetime and obeyed the tenets of the hunt are allowed to enter this afterlife. The most important tenets of the hunt are:

• Slay with Purpose. A hunter does not slaughter for sport. They only slay with a good reason. The hunt is a challenge to survive, not a challenge for enjoyment.
• Strike swiftly and deadly. A hunter doesn't let their prey suffer. They wait for the right moment and then strike swiftly with deadly precision and ferocity.
• Don't let your Prey run. Failure is not an option. Even if a hunter fails to slay their prey on the first try, they don't give up. They chase it down, until they can strike it again.
• Scavenge your Prey. A hunter scavenges their slain prey. Regardless of what it was before, the slain prey now provides nourishment and useful materials that must not go to waste.

Druidic Traditions. The wood-elves of Erynmor are deeply connected to their forest and innately able to communicate with animals and plants. Most of them learn to wield druidic magic or otherwise are able to channel the aspects of nature - some bonded with a particular animal to hunt together, others embraced totem spirits of wild animals to become ferocious, strong and tough, some become able to channel nature's wrath by performing a ritual-like sacred oath to guard the forest, and others received a blessing from nature itself in one way or another.

And a few of them are blessed with a different kind of magic, magic that is not druidic, but more likely some kind of blood magic, that allows them to turn into great beasts at will - likely a primeval form of lycanthropy. These elves are known as the legendary Beasts of Erynmor.

The Beasts of Erynmor. In the veins of some of these elves, the blood of wild beasts flows. Similar to typical were-creatures, these wood-elves, usually mighty warriors and wild hunters, are able to change shape into a great, ferocious beast; however, they are actually unable to change into a hybrid form. Their bite attacks don't spread any kind of lycanthropy, instead they are deadly weapons employed in combat and for the hunt.

There are tales of wars between the elves of Erynmor and orcish warbands trying to  conquer the land or dwarvish troops trying to claim the treasures beneath the mountain that looms over the forest, which were ended when these huge beasts, all in a sudden, appeared from the woodlands behind, jumped over the elven frontlines and wreaked havoc, pounced, ripped, slashed and bit, unstoppable and unable to be harmed, shrugging off all the arrows and spears launched at them and all the axes cleaving into them. 

Regardless of whether these tales are true, these beast-elves are truly terrifying and absolutely a force to be reckoned with - and make silvered weapons absolutely mandatory for anyone who wants to have a chance in combat against the wood-elves of Erynmor.

Their connection to the forest allows wood-elves of Erynmor to rely on Nature's aid in combat. It almost is as if the forest itself can sense when its in habitants are in dire need. If at least three wood-elves of Erynmor are fighting together, they can, at initiative order 20, losing initiative ties, take one of the following lair actions, provided they are within 60 feet of each other and in the forest of Erynmor:

• March of the Trees. Using their magic and connection to the forest, the elves awaken 1d4 treants within 60 feet of them. These treants act on their own turn in initiative, obey the commands given by the elves and disappear after 1 hour.
• Forest's Wrath. The elves target a point ton the ground they can see. Within a 20-feet radius centered on that point, mighty roots shoot up, wrapping themselves around any creatures of the elves' choice in that area. Each creature in that area must make a DC 20 Strength saving throw or be restrained. A creature restrained in that way is unable to breathe and takes 19 (4d8) bludgeoning damage at the start of each of its turns. It can use an action to attempt a DC 20 Strength check to escape. The roots last for 1 minute or until this lair action is taken again.
• Natural Restoration. Up to six creatures of the elves' choice that are within 60 feet of at least one of the elves are purified by the forest's primeval magic. They regain 30 HP and are cured of any disease, poison or curse and any effect that causes them to be petrified.
• Primeval Ward. Up to six creatures of the elves' choice that are within 60 feet of at least one of the elves are warded by the forest's primeval magic. Until initiative order 20 on the next round, they gain resistance to acid, cold, fire, lightning and thunder damage.