Obedial, known as the Tyrant of the North, is a towering figure at seven feet and two inches, his presence as cold and unyielding as the frost that clings to his homeland's peaks. His age is hard to discern, for his face, etched with deep lines, could belong to a man in his late forties or early fifties, yet his eyes, a piercing icy blue, hold the wisdom and cunning of centuries. His hair, once perhaps a vibrant black, now streaked with silver, is kept short and practical, a stark contrast to the long, fur-lined cloak that drapes over his broad shoulders, signifying his status and the harsh climate he rules. His attire, a blend of practicality and intimidation, includes heavy leather boots, thick woolen trousers, and a tunic adorned with the skulls of his enemies, a testament to his brutal reign.

Obedial's voice carries a chilling rasp, a remnant of a past injury that serves as a constant reminder of his mortality and fuels his relentless pursuit of power. He seeks to dominate not just the North but to extend his icy grip over neighboring lands, driven by a deep-seated fear of vulnerability and a twisted belief that might makes right. His path is obstructed by a coalition of southern lords who see his expansion as a threat to their sovereignty and way of life. In response, Obedial employs a mix of terror and strategic genius, using his knowledge of the harsh northern terrain to outmaneuver his foes, sending waves of fear ahead of his advancing armies.

His methods, though brutal, work because they exploit the fear and division among his enemies, allowing him to pick them off one by one. Yet, his end is marked by betrayal from within his own ranks, a young lieutenant who sees the madness in Obedial's endless war and turns his blade against him. The conflicts in Obedial's life are not just external but internal; his fear of death and loss of control drives him to greater acts of cruelty, alienating even those closest to him, setting the stage for his ultimate downfall.