Name: Eirik Björn
Race: Human (Hrolvulghom)
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Blessing: Water (Ice)

Description: "Brutality? Yes, I'm quite fond of her." Appearance

History: "I was the leader of the Blood Eagle clan in the heart of the Hrolvulgh Wastes. During a large conflict with Craelhom, most of my clan was killed. The rest, along with me, were taken to their country as prisoners to be executed in front of the public. The air was humid and sticky against my skin as I walked to the gallows. My hands and legs were bound, the noose around my neck and the hood over my head. I could hear the crowd screaming to hang the blasphemers. I could feel the wandering footsteps of the executioner on the gallows floor. They all prayed to their god for my death alongside my fellow clan members. I don't die as easily. With all the sweat building up and the moisture in the air, there was enough liquid to freeze the rope solid. I remember smirking as the executioner pulled the lever and the floor dropped from under me. My weight caused the brittle rope around my neck to shatter and I tore through my binds in a similar fashion. There was a sudden up burst from the spectators that gathered around. I charged the crowd, knocking through the mass and shaking off all the hands that tried to restrain me. Archers were hesitant to fire arrows into their own people so getting out of the stadium was fairly easy. It must have one of the outskirt villages I was in because the city didn't even have walls around it, allowing my escape. Of course I lost the guards, that's how I'm here now. I just wish I had gotten to kill a few of them before I vanished."

Philosophy: "Whatever I want."