Cold, as if it had been forged in the bosom of Norway herself. His spirit was as cold as the ice he was raised around; a Viking at heart. He had the ability to be somewhat kind to most, and wasn't known to have ever had love, but it would see him would be a caring man to a woman he truly loved; but he would never let anyone else know that. He was very smart, very tactical, not like most of the Viking who surrounded him. He thought the entire battle as well as swinging as hard as the man to his left and right.
Spangenhelm, Dane Axe, Longsword, Yew Longbow/arrows, Full-length Mail armor, Kite Shield, and a saex (knife).
Born in Fet, Norway, Hallbjorn was a relatively respected man. A "social figure" among viking's, really. He was respected and revered even as a child; this attention set a standard for him that he felt he needed to maintain. This led to hours of study after hours of training. It seemed there weren't enough hours in the day for young Hallbjorn. He needed to know his enemy, his territory, how to use the terrain, but he didn't need a virgin blade; fighting was still important to the rugged, yet intelligent male. As he grew older, he was respected as the "best" viking around and had made a nice share of money and power for himself pillaging the lands. Now, he simply raided, reaped, and provided, he needed to live up to that standard that had been set so long ago.