Post by chaz on Aug 1, 2015 19:13:19 GMT
Name:
Hromundr Finnvadr
Age:
20
Nationality:
Nordic (He affiliates himself to be a new culture, 'Norse')
Hair:
Fair
Eyes:
Blue
Facial Markings:
Occasional war paint.
Skin Color:
Fair
Height:
6'4
Weight:
220 lbs
Build:
Mesomorphic
Body Markings:
Battle scars, occasional war paint.
Interests:
Sailing, fighting, training, combat, money.
Dislikes:
Banditry (Sometimes), robbing the poor, generic douchebaggery.
Strengths:
Combat, melee, drinking, archery.
Weaknesses:
Social abilities, temperment, greed.
Skills:
Axe-wielding, spear throwing, spear and shield tussling, sword play, Úlfheðinn*
Fears:
Losing face
Profession:
Úlfheðinn*
Backround/History:
Hromundr Finnvadr was born to a family of pagans, who raised him by the way of Odin and the Old Gods, raised to vikingr, his mother was a woman of high known warrior adeptability, his father that of Vikingr, however laid to the sea before he could be met. Finnvadr took it upon himself to take hold of the family name, Finnvadr. He trained his whole life to be tough, rowdy Vikingr. Around his 16th year he decided to take up the real role of Vikingr, and set out to raid along the coasts of Calradia. He did this for a fairly well amount of time, his training paid off, and now he was sacked with gold, he had bought himself a good set of mail under bear skin, which he had slain as a lad with his javelin throwing, a good mail coif to meet his new helmet, mail boots, and more and more mail to adorn his feet. He had then by which bought a poleaxe, and a round large shield that was enough to nearly cover his whole body when crouched, and finally he had met his match when he found the sword he so adored, a sword he named 'Vali' after the god of revenge. It was a one handed sword meant to cut through flesh like knife through butter.
Setting out into Calradia at the age of 21 he had begun to make a name for himself, clearing the roads of bandits, beheading the bandits and sticking their heads on poles as is custom for him. Praying to his old gods, being sure to spread word and warning of them, and finally he had set his sights on what he wanted to do, destroy those he saw as weak, the ones who were strongest, yet prayed on the weakest. He spit on the heresay that was befallen before him, and he furthermore saw the error he had done so many years ago, so much he had grown into, plundering, looting, enslaving. He'd finally seen his life purpose, making up for the things that he had done while in his young years. He gave up his poleaxe in favor of the bow, seeing it as his oppertunity to ambush people from afar, and be sure that he could do so accurately, it was the symbol of his new life. In rejoice of his new life he named his bow Forseti, which is the god of justice, peace, and truth. He dawned his new quest with burning anguish for justice, his new goal set, it seems as if nothing would stop him now.
Equipment:
Mail chest piece with bear coat over it, mail coif with helm, and finally mail boots. A nordic sword named 'Vali', a huskarl shield, bow, and arrows.
* Úlfheðinn are the men chosen by Odin as their special warriors, however knowing the risks of combat, Hromundr decided to go into singlular combat with mail and honored Úlfheðinn by wearing a bear's skin as a coat over his mail. He can enter a trance-like state in which he will go beserk, unleashing Odin's wrath to his poor opponents. He doesn't identify friend or foe, but when the threat is eliminated, he enters a somewhat drained state for an amount of time, causing him to be weaker than normal, but still a slight threat. 'Going beserk' is also referred to as beserkergang.
Hromundr Finnvadr
Age:
20
Nationality:
Nordic (He affiliates himself to be a new culture, 'Norse')
Hair:
Fair
Eyes:
Blue
Facial Markings:
Occasional war paint.
Skin Color:
Fair
Height:
6'4
Weight:
220 lbs
Build:
Mesomorphic
Body Markings:
Battle scars, occasional war paint.
Interests:
Sailing, fighting, training, combat, money.
Dislikes:
Banditry (Sometimes), robbing the poor, generic douchebaggery.
Strengths:
Combat, melee, drinking, archery.
Weaknesses:
Social abilities, temperment, greed.
Skills:
Axe-wielding, spear throwing, spear and shield tussling, sword play, Úlfheðinn*
Fears:
Losing face
Profession:
Úlfheðinn*
Backround/History:
Hromundr Finnvadr was born to a family of pagans, who raised him by the way of Odin and the Old Gods, raised to vikingr, his mother was a woman of high known warrior adeptability, his father that of Vikingr, however laid to the sea before he could be met. Finnvadr took it upon himself to take hold of the family name, Finnvadr. He trained his whole life to be tough, rowdy Vikingr. Around his 16th year he decided to take up the real role of Vikingr, and set out to raid along the coasts of Calradia. He did this for a fairly well amount of time, his training paid off, and now he was sacked with gold, he had bought himself a good set of mail under bear skin, which he had slain as a lad with his javelin throwing, a good mail coif to meet his new helmet, mail boots, and more and more mail to adorn his feet. He had then by which bought a poleaxe, and a round large shield that was enough to nearly cover his whole body when crouched, and finally he had met his match when he found the sword he so adored, a sword he named 'Vali' after the god of revenge. It was a one handed sword meant to cut through flesh like knife through butter.
Setting out into Calradia at the age of 21 he had begun to make a name for himself, clearing the roads of bandits, beheading the bandits and sticking their heads on poles as is custom for him. Praying to his old gods, being sure to spread word and warning of them, and finally he had set his sights on what he wanted to do, destroy those he saw as weak, the ones who were strongest, yet prayed on the weakest. He spit on the heresay that was befallen before him, and he furthermore saw the error he had done so many years ago, so much he had grown into, plundering, looting, enslaving. He'd finally seen his life purpose, making up for the things that he had done while in his young years. He gave up his poleaxe in favor of the bow, seeing it as his oppertunity to ambush people from afar, and be sure that he could do so accurately, it was the symbol of his new life. In rejoice of his new life he named his bow Forseti, which is the god of justice, peace, and truth. He dawned his new quest with burning anguish for justice, his new goal set, it seems as if nothing would stop him now.
Equipment:
Mail chest piece with bear coat over it, mail coif with helm, and finally mail boots. A nordic sword named 'Vali', a huskarl shield, bow, and arrows.
* Úlfheðinn are the men chosen by Odin as their special warriors, however knowing the risks of combat, Hromundr decided to go into singlular combat with mail and honored Úlfheðinn by wearing a bear's skin as a coat over his mail. He can enter a trance-like state in which he will go beserk, unleashing Odin's wrath to his poor opponents. He doesn't identify friend or foe, but when the threat is eliminated, he enters a somewhat drained state for an amount of time, causing him to be weaker than normal, but still a slight threat. 'Going beserk' is also referred to as beserkergang.