new character? did you mean old oc?

??/m/5'8

Starting out small, he grew up with his father, uncle and cousin traveling the northern plains with their sheep. Occasionally stopping in villages to sell their wool or meat or things like that you know. Sheep related things. However one day, when it was his turn to bring the sheep home, he heard a voice. It was nothing more than a soft whisper, but it sounded so familiar he couldn't help but follow it.
After being led through a surprisingly frosty forest for the time of year he arrived at a small lake, covered by a thin crust of ice. The voice had all but disappeared now and he had absolutely no idea where he was any longer, having never been in these parts before. But, as it was, he was rather used to getting lost chasing after sheep and so he didn't really panic, which he probably ought to have. You know, considering how the temperature kept on falling, as well as the light snow that had begun when he just entered the forest.
How long it took for him to fall beyond our world is unknown, but the boy who came out of the forest was not the same as the boy who walked in.

Before getting lost he had been a rather plain young man, with brown eyes, thick eyebrows and messy dark blonde hair. After getting lost he had this... feeling... about him. As if something was slightly off with the way his breath kept on crystallizing in the air or how those brown eyes were a strange, light blue color. The sheep feared him, refusing to even go near him. And more and more of them kept getting attacked by wolves or other predators. It was as if each morning brought a new, bloodied sheep corpse to the small family. If they had any connection to the change the young man had undergone he didn't show it. He just kept on trudging through life in his old, worn boots, with a strangely unsettling smile on his face.