Banastre Rowe
There was once a clan of scholarly nomads called the Wandering Rowes. Once. Times change, people change, and fortunes as well. The clan dwindled in the wake of repeat tragedies until there were less than a handful remaining. Banastre is one of the few that remain.
His most noteworthy featuring is his alarming height: roughly six and a half feet tall, well over average for most humans. Unlike most veritable strongman adventures with imposing statures, Banastre doesn't come "built like an oak". If there is going to be a tree to compare him to, it would be a birch: narrow and lean, bordering on lanky and topped with light brown hair and blue eyes. Comparisons to Shaggy are all noted.
In the field, he opts to wear a peculiar bronze visor - there's nothing unique or magical about it, in fact it may seem more like a pitiful remainder of what was once a full helm. The Rowes had no colors - the green and purple he wears are borrowed from another far less scholarly clan he found himself accidentally inducted into and trained by in the use of the polearm and lightly in the art of aerokineticism.
Banastre crosses the portal in search of many thing: purpose being a broad one, but specifically he is passionate about newly rediscovered esoteric places and things, while also keeping an eye out for a couple people. One is his cousin, Manda, a far more spiritual person than he is. The other is an elf he calls Viron - but Banastre seems more reticent about the details there. One may question if he even *wants* to find him.