A Changing Moon Lunar of some prowess and a native to the North. He is a stout man with a furrowed brow and a bushy mustache, carrying a moonsilver spear. His spirit shape is that of a walrus. He was previously content to protect his territory, but feels some camaraderie in Largo and Leviathan and is quickly falling in with the Solar cause. He generally goes by "Pick."
He's rather reserved and tends to keep quiet about whatever goes on in his head. How he feels that his bonded Solar Mate is an Abyssal remains uncertain.
Roughly the same age as the Solars of the Circle, Pick was a barbarian tribesman of the furthest North. His tribe fell under attack by a Deathknight, and as the warriors were beginning to fall, a Lunar emerged from nowhere, rising up to fight this threat. He resembled any other Northern barbarian warrior save for the tattoos across his face and the enormous silver spear he carried. The Lunar battled long and hard, but the Abyssal was better equipped and a deadly warrior. Eventually the Lunar fell to its vile blade... but as he did, Pick, just a mortal warrior with a simple bone spear, drove his weapon into the exposed back of the Deathknight. The Lunar gave a final cry, as did the Abyssal, and Pick was transformed.
Such a rapid relocation of an Essence Shard is uncommon but not unheard of. Lytek likely remembers this case.
Pick has an Essence rating of 4. He has exceptional survival skill even amongst the Lunars, and is a powerful bulwark in battle with his spear. He is a newcomer to the Lunars and has not amassed resources or followers.