Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Height 6'5"
Weight 210 pounds

Approximate age 25

Standing six foot five and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds this is truly a giant of a man. There are those who would look at such a man, hear his accented speech and judge him merely a brute and incapable of wit or finesse. These same men would fail to notice the keen look in his blue eyes, or the grace and coordination of his movements. Two intelligent blue eyes look out over a nose that has clearly been broken at least once. His shaggy blonde hair is kept long in the back but twisted into two short leather bound braids at the front that hang midway down his face. His beard is the classic wild man, bushy and down almost to his collar bone. Underneath the hair, and around the eyes, ritual tatoos adorn his face.

Born of the freezing tundras and mountains of the North his upbringing was at best harsh. At it's worst, it was unforgiving, dangerous and sometimes nearly lethal. When not in danger of dying of exposure to the elements he had to be on the lookout to fend off attacks from wild animals, and other denizens of the north who would do him and his harm. To this end he carries an enormous longbow almost as tall as himself as well as a large double headed axe and two dragon claw long knives. An experienced outdoorsman he can hunt, trap, and generally fend for himself. He carries his own supplies and shelter but can easily create what he needs from the land around him. Having been on his own for so long he lacks many of the refinements that characterize those brought up in civilization. He tends to be taciturn and a man of little patience with others.

Dislikes: Needless chatter, frivolity, weakness, people who try and take advantage of him. dishonesty, disloyalty, surrendering/giving up

Likes: Solitude, Functional equipment and dress, hunting, the stars and northern lights, Alcohol (whiskey/scotch/vodka/beer) weapons,

His family and clan were slaughtered by raiders, the leader of whom rode a cruel one eyed red dragon. He survived and managed to gather supplies from the remnants of his tribes possesions including his fathers axe, Harvarth. Gathering his bow his axe and some armour and supplies he headed off after this group of bandit. 4 years he spent tracking them picking them off slowly when he could find them. Eventually he located one of their camps. After eating the mushrooms that would send him into a berserker blood rage he tore through the camp. Blood and fire reigned that night as he eventually came upon and slew the dragon and it's master that had killed his people. After making armour from the dragons scales and 2 daggers out of the longest of its claws he left into the wild. Eventually he was tracked down by the brother of the bandit he had slain and though he escaped with his life he was injured and his wounds began to fester.