Hafthor Dragonsbane stands as a towering figure at 7'4", his massive frame a testament to his Bugbear heritage. His fur is a deep, mottled gray, and his eyes burn with the intensity of ancient fires, reflecting the agelessness that has been both a curse and a gift. At the age of 12, Hafthor was cursed by the sorcerer Aelrich, a man consumed by jealousy over Hafthor's wife, Yishka. Aelrich's curse of agelessness was meant to force Hafthor to watch Yishka's life fade away, but instead, it set Hafthor on a path of eternal wandering, unable to bear the pain of outliving those he loved.

Now, at 1,225 years old, Hafthor's life is a tapestry of battles and solitude. He once led his tribe as chieftain, a position that saw him revered for his strength and skill in combat. Yet, the curse drove him away from his home, unable to watch his kin age and die year after year. His wanderings led him to the Elven Isles, where he forged strong friendships with the high elves, drawn to their long lives and understanding of his plight.

Hafthor's most renowned deed was the slaying of Thoraxes, a small dragon that threatened the lands around Featherfall, the capital city of Yggrasil. Thoraxes, the son of the great fire drake Kontraxes, was a menace that Hafthor dispatched with his brute strength and cunning, earning him the name Dragonsbane. Despite his prowess, Hafthor's life is marked by a deep-seated loneliness, and he fights for whoever will pay him, seeking solace in the thrill of battle.

Though not adept at diplomacy, Hafthor's respect for the old gods, like Thor and Odin, guides his moral compass. His unique quirk is a deep, rumbling laugh that can be heard echoing through the battlefields, a sound that both terrifies his enemies and uplifts his allies. Hafthor's journey is one of enduring strength and the search for a place where he can finally rest, a quest that remains unfulfilled as he continues to roam the Forgotten Realms, a giant among men, forever bound by a curse that keeps him from the peace he seeks.