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Age: 25

Gender: Male



Title/Rank/Occupation: Drunkard, Wanderer, Technically considered a Berserker

Skills/achievements/etc:

• Sources say the young man has 'mastered' Berserker rage. Though some say he merely knows how to activate it, nothing more, nothing less.
• (Moderate-level] Knows how to defend himself with a spear or other two-handed weapons, does not prefer or go for these types of weapons, favoring single(duel weilding) handed profeciencies.
• (Mastery-level) Single-hand weapon & Duel-wielding proficiency
• (Mastery-Level) CQC or brawling
• Zero horseback riding knowledge (Will ride in pulled carts, however.)

(Owns) Companion: Dire-Boar named Skagrom. (Only used as transport in rarest of situations, typically walks alongside, or allows other allies to ride Skagrom.)

Personality/(Dis)likes/hobbies/etc: Selfless, easily offended, despite personality actions holds immensely strong morals/ideals, Stubborn/Headstrong, Obvious signs of mental frailty from his times in berserker rage, short-tempered/quick to fight, tends to bite off more than he can chew. (Unimaginable drunk, though i would only worry when he grabs something different then wine....)

Biography: Wanderer, lost in the realm of the Shieldlands. During travels in mjors a few years or so ago, Grim encountered Thorbrand's party. They were not exactly friends, or at least to start, they may or may not even recognize one another on sight. Growing up in the pits of Agoanes, Grim is truly a child of Skagastrond. Arenas of Agoanes forged him into the veteran of combat Grim stands as today. After release of imprisonment/enslavement as an Arena Champion, Grim traveled west, going through Mjors (due to choice) then ending up at Skagastrond. Currently, Grim is located within one of the various Skagastrond Capitol Pubs, celebrating a victory, so to speak.



Equipment: Two single handed axes on his back, two single-handed swords at his hips. Several flasks of ale and other alcoholic beverages stashed on his person and Skag. Assorted sets of rations and water-flasks stored on Skagrom. (Finally there is a small pack of 'essentials' for surviving wilderness conditions.)

Other: Did i mention Grim possesses a terrible drinking habit?

Name: Thorbrand “Thor” Meldun

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Title/Rank/Occupation: (Technically) Son of the Thane of Ballara, (Currently) Mercenary, Wanderer,


Skills/professions:

• (High-level) Spear fighting/throwing proficiency. (Medium-level) Claymore proficiency.
• [High-level) Single/two-handed War-hammer & single-handed sword proficiency.
• CQC/fist combat, Horseriding (& fighting),
• (faint-level) tricks/skills with mending/addressing wounds, and wildlife knowledge.
• Various amounts of knowledg on different Dire-beasts, types of Mudborns & Giants.
• (medium-level) Hakaskar & Mjors Guide.

Personality/(Dis)likes/hobbies/etc.: Reserved, Willingness to aid others, Spirit of a Warrior, Heart of a Guardian, Strong distaste for those who do himself or others wrong, Distaste for violence without reason. (for the most part.)

Biography: At the young age of 15(Baldur was 22) Thorbrand was given a task which could not be refused. Odinkar (his father) asked Thor to go to another clan, marry the daughter of their Thane and secure strength between the two tribes. Since Baldur was already grown and married, he was not an option for this task. Thus Thor was required to leave Ballara and live in the land of Hakaskar.

Five years which felt like an eternity for Thor, was spend in the land of Hakaskar. Renown for their, two special types of vikings. War-hammer Vikings and Rogue Vikings of Hakaskar. As name entails, the first type of warrior excels in use of the War-hammer, something utterly priceless when fighting a Dire-Crab, who's shell is tough enough to withstand the sharpest blades. Then their 'rogue units' are renown for their use of Duel-wielding and Throwing-weapons. In relation to other tribes, Hakaskar endures one of the least frequent issues with Mudborn, if there was anything they dealt with most, it would be the Hobgoblins. Alongside that, Hakaskar is a “Ocean tribe” meaning they are located not far from a shoreline. Finally their delicacy is the Dire-Crabs and Dire-Krakens of the nearby ocean, which they avidly hunt and make sport out of doing so.

Reasoning for leaving Hakaskar, “You are a free man now, no longer ensnared by the roots of marriage.” Were the exact words spoken by the Thane of Hakaskar. While Thor was out hunting Dire-Crabs with a group of trusted comrades, a mistake occurred with preparation of a seafood dish. The dish involved a type of puffer-fish, which if prepared incorrectly causes poison to enter the food and gravely harm the consumer. Thor's wife was known to love this dish, the family even would joke about how it's preperation failure would be the death of her..... So they were right.....

Departing Hakaskar, Thor left in hopes of going to his homeland of Ballara. Although, since Mjors rests somewhat in-between Hakaskar & Ballara, Thorbrand took root there. Yet that was far from intended. Plenty of life was lived during his ten years within the land of Mjors. Now that chapter is finished, Thor finally accepts the idea of 'returning to his homeland'. Thus his current destination is none other than the heart of Ballara.

Equipment: Twin Axes, several throwing-axes, a two-handed sword, horse (equipped with a few small bags with living provisions/survival supplies in said bags.)

Other: Chain-pendent strung around his neck, three rings (left hand index & pinky, right hand middle finger)

Name: Sunne Meldun (pronounced Soon)

Age: 19

Gender: Female


Stands 5'4", tattoos on arms and torso made from homemade ink, long braided white/gray hair, dark gray eyes, usually smudged with dirt from being unable to just sit and do nothing

Title/Rank/Occupation:

• Daughter of the Thane of Ballara
• Last child of the Thane of Ballara
• "Princess" of Ballara

Skills/achievements/etc:

• Skilled in dual wielding short swords/Skilled in the dimachaerus fighting style
• Skilled in bone and antler carving
• Proficient in shield wielding and some spear techniques
• Basic medical/survival knowledge
• Claims to be able to out drink any man

Personality/(Dis)likes/hobbies/etc: Impatient, Active, Easy to get along with if sharing the same opinion, Otherwise can be argumentative and moody, Hates being wrong, Caring (especially for children), Has a constant mental battle with wanting to have fun but not waste valuable time, Very serious when fighting/practice fighting, Enjoys doing something with an immediate result (fixing things, creating things, a timed battle practice), Loves meat like pork and deer but hates fish, Favorite food is bread, Finds armor annoying, Believes in Valhalla but is not overly religious, Loves wrestling though is usually barred from doing so, Does well at gardening, but not very good at food making or hunting either one, Can fix garments and often does for her brothers and father, Enjoys trips to trade towns to sell her bone and antler carvings which include everything from beads/jewelry to weapons.

Biography: Sunne was named after the goddess of the sun, Sunna. Her mother named her when she saw the practically glowing fuzz of white hair she had when born. Unfortunately, Sunne was to be her mother's last child, as the Thane's wife became ill shortly after giving birth to Sunne and passed. Most of Sunne's life has been imitating her brothers, while trying to be reigned in by her father who thinks of her as the last bit of his late wife. Sunne was never one to be controlled, however, and is one of Odinkar's most rebellious children. Not to mention, almost every woman in Ballara is married by age 20, and yet the thane's 19 year old daughter remains unwed. She had chosen a husband at one point around the age of 16, but he was a raider who died when invading another land. It didn't affect her terribly, but finding someone who gets the approval of her father and herself is not the easiest thing, especially when most men don't appreciate her non-domestic nature.
Sunne knew she could never compete with the men of her family with spears, so while she did learn how to use the weapon, she was eager to find the weapon that best fit her. She made friends with a local blacksmith who preferred swords and taught her the basics of fighting with two swords. Sunne flourished with the technique. Because of her impatience, she never enjoyed some things such as hunting or fishing, and while she claims to find armor annoying, it is simply because she is too weak to wear enough to matter and still be a proficient fighter. So she learned shield skills but otherwise refuses armor.
Odinkar brought in a nannny of sorts to care for Sunne after her mother died, a slave woman who had been captured during a raid a long time ago. The woman taught Sunne basics of sewing and gardening, as well as jewelry making. She was where Sunne learned basic medical knowledge since the poor nanny was constantly chasing the white haired wild child who would always hurt herself trying to do more than she was capable of, and tried to teach her to cook though Sunne only picked up how not to burn things basically. Sunne gets along with probably half of her family; many simply find her annoying since they don't see her as ever being a threat to taking over their father's role as thane. So they focus on a rivalry with who they consider the more 'important' children of Odinkar, much to Sunne's frustration since she'd rather be hated than ignored.

Equipment: Spear, Shield, Two short swords, A bag of bone and antler pieces, small carving tools including a small knife, a few vials of medicine or salve, a fire striker, a handful of bread

Other: Wears her mother's favorite ring on her right index finger

Name: Galen Dune
Age: 22

Gender: Male

Image/Appearance:



Title/Rank/Occupation: Amateur Skald

Skills/achievements/etc: Plays the woodharp, flute and tambor with varying success. Little else.

Personality: Galen is, at best, an ambitious musician with a talent for irritating his company. At worst, he's a fool and a craven. He is cynical, loudmouthed, and does not know when to hold his tongue. He thinks he was simply born in the wrong place at the wrong time. His greatest aspiration is to travel with a company of legendary warriors and record their epic story for posterity.

Biography: Galen was born in a small fishing village on the coast of Alviora, second son to poor parents. His father tried to teach him to sail from a young age, but Galen was always more interested in music: rhythm, rhyme, melody. Eventually, his father stopped fighting it and embraced it: on his fourteenth birthday Galen found a hand-carved flute waiting for him at the foot of his bed. Four years later, disaster struck: the fishing village was plundered by raiders out of Skagastrond. Galen watched, cowering, from under the stairs as his parents were put to the sword. He and his older brother were siezed by the raiders and carted back to Skagastrond, where they were separated. The raiders sold him to an innkeep in Bellara as a minstrel, but when the innkeep heard his painful racket he put him out on the street, where Galen stayed. Since then, Galen has wandered from village to village, seeking odd jobs and inspiration and hoping, one day, to find his brother.

Equipment: Woodharp, flute, tambor. Fur cloak, under which he keeps a jagged dagger with which, he tells himself, he will stab anyone who tries to attack him... provided he doesn't flee in terror first.

Name: Ingrid Jorünndatter

Age: 25
Gender: Female

Image/Appearance:
Ingrid is 5’3 feet tall and rather skinny after years of physical exercise and travelling combined with a sober diet (though she prefers the term ‘sinewy’). She likes to keep her long blonde hair loose when on horseback and hidden underneath the cap of her traditional Agoan hood whenever she is amid a crowd. Around her neck she wears a memento, a beautiful necklace given to her by Siv on her 13th nameday.

Title/Rank/Occupation:
Hakaskar rogue warrior. Currently Thor’s companion and thus a mercenary and wanderer

Skills/achievements/etc:

• Above average dual-wielding and knife-throwing skills
• A natural in the saddle and great with animals, horses in particular.
• Average bow-woman.
• She also -partially- mastered several essential survival skills (cooking, hunting, basic repairs of her weapons and clothes, gathering, haggling) while traveling for over ten years.

Personality/(Dis)likes/hobbies/etc:
Ingrid never managed to develop a liking for the taste of crabs or the delicacy sandworms. To her the taste of game from the forest- and plain hunted and prepared by herself is simply much sweeter.
She used to be very cheerful, friendly and compassionate, but the death of several close friends has made her grow more timid, silent, careful, somewhat bitter and cynical.

You’ll find her lost in thought whenever there isn’t immediate danger or practical issues keeping her attention these days. Underneath that bitter layer, the old Ingrid still shines through from time to time with a clever remark and in her compassion to animals (and a rare few humans). She trusts animals more than humans and prefers the company of her horse over that of most humans she has met.

Ingrid loves to sing the songs of Old she remembers from her early childhood and her lovely singing voice is definitely one of her redeeming (and only feminine) qualities.

Biography:
Originally from the rolling western hills of Agoanes, Ingrid was enslaved at age four after a raiding party from Hakaskar sacked their seasonal village. In Hakaskar she came to serve the thane as a house slave, carrying out odd jobs and helping in the stables whenever she got the chance. She soon befriended the thane’s cheerful daughter Siv who was only a few years older, both caring little for the difference in status.

At age 10 she was freed by the thane (mostly at request of Siv and after proving herself worthy), and started learning the trade of rogue warrior. Though never treated badly, Ingrid was determined to never let anyone have power over her again now that she was finally a free person, one of the reasons she never married.

Through her friendship with Siv, she befriended Thorbrand when he came to Hakaskar when Ingrid was only nine years old. Along with a few others, they became a tight group of friends and their lives were relatively peaceful for a long time. Despite the longing she hid deep down to see the lands she had once called home, Ingrid never thought to actually leave Hakaskar for good.

That was, until in the year of her 14th summer, when the day came that she lost her dearest friend, Siv, who had been like a sister and role model to her. Ingrid never accepted her death as a mere accident and she changed significantly, trusting hardly anyone she had known for so long. When it became clear that Thor (one of the few she díd trust) would leave, she begged him to take her with him. After some harsh discussions, he finally allowed her to join with him and his other companions on their travels.

For ten years they roamed the lands of Mjors with their little wandering band, and never once did Ingrid give voice to her desire to visit Agoanes. The road became her home, and Thor and his companions her family.

Equipment: Hunting bow, throwing knives, the two daggers she uses to dual-wield, a traditional Agoan outfit she bought on their travels, her horse Ari which is equipped with provisions etc.

Other: Ingrid likes to dress in the traditional garb of Agoanes, a small homage to the lands of her parents.

Name: Trygve Hartvigsen

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Image/Appearance:


Trygve stands at 6'6 towering over many of the other warriors he has served with. He is extremely well muscled due to years of heavy training and combat with several scars over his body where the claws of the dire crab cut into him. His face is usually set in a rather stern looking expression, sometimes appearing intimidating to those who do not know him.

Title/Rank/Occupation: Warrior of Hakaskar, sometimes called "The Giantkin"

Skills/achievements/etc:
-(Above-Average): Warhammer and Shield, Trygve's massive size and strength allow him to wield his hammer in one hand while being able to defend himself with a shield, which uses offensively almost as much as defensively.

-(High Level): Endurance- Trygve is well known for his ability to fight and endure much more than the average warrior.

-(Poor Level): Sword and Thrown weapons- While Trygve can swing a blade and throw a spear with a lot of force his aim is quite poor. It is generally more dangerous to be next to the target he is aiming for than in front of it.

- Quite knowledgeable about the myths and legends of Valhalla and its associated gods, rather superstitious.

- Excellent singer though not many have heard him

-Has been caught in the Beserker's Fury once

Personality/(Dis)likes/hobbies/etc: While appearing rather intimidating in size, to his fellow human Trygve tries to be quite gentle. He is very slow to anger, usually remaining calm and levelheaded even when other's try to goad him. On the battlefield he tries to think defensively for his allies and rarely attack with all his might or ferocity. As such, getting caught in the Beserker's Rage has left him somewhat fearful of his own strength and he has been much more cautious of late. He loves listening to the stories of the gods, while at the same time rather superstitious. He enjoys singing quietly to himself careful not to let his comrades know lest they start to doubt his warrior nature. He inspires a lot of confidence for his allies and he is aware of it, taking many steps to protect and bolster his reputation to improve the morale of his allies.

Biography: His size has always led to tumors that there is giant's blood in him, however there is no such thing. His father was a warrior of Hakaskar and his mother a woman who moved from the land of Bellara. His mother died giving birth to him and with that kingside his massive size, there were rumors, albeit almost jokingly, that he had been cursed by a shaman or witch who had been angered by his family. While nothing of the sort occurred, he grew up with a rather well developed sense of superstition and easy belief of the supernatural. Once he became old enough to swing a weapon though, his reputation amongst the town changed to a more positive tone. He was brought along to fight the direcrabs from a young age alongside his father, his blows with his hammer could occasionally crack a shell in a single blow. Unfortunately in a recent hunt, his father was killed while Trygve fought with his team against several other of the beasts.

The death of his father hurt Trygve immensely and there on the battlefield, his fury awoke. When he finally came out of his trance several more direcrabs were dead, smashed into small chunks beneath his hammer, several of his allies were injured and the rest had piled atop him to hold him down. He spent two full weeks recovering from the incident, frightened by what had occurred and in mourning over the loss of his father. He decided that he needed a change in his life, at least of the scenery and joined the group traveling with Thorbrand to Ballara, the homeland of his mother. He joined with the group in Mjor and stayed there with the group for 6 months before they departed for Ballara.

Equipment: Poorly fitted armor (his size makes it difficult to find proper fitting equipment), Shield reinforced with piece of a direcrab shell, Warhammer, field rations, knife, extra furs and blankets

Other: Still dealing with bad headaches from his Beserker's Rage

Name: Ylva Lindstrom

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Image/Appearance:


She stands 5,5 with long braided brown hair, deep scars on her face and arm, and considerable muscle definition with the amount of raiding she does.

Title/Rank/Occupation:Champion of the Thane of Ballara, Advisor to Odinkar Meldun

Skills/achievements/etc:Skilled in Hurstwic fighting style with dual axes, and proficient sword skills, \She has some skill with a spear but it is her least favorite weapon. She is an avid sailor and swimmer, and she has acquired moderate farming and hunting skills over her lifetime. Her greatest skill is as a strategist, always studying territories and techniques used to defeat her enemy.

Personality/(Dis)likes/hobbies/etc: Ylva is very quiet most often, taking care to live by the principle that words mean something and she shouldn't use them freely. She isn't arrogant or brash, but when she does have something to say she makes sure it is heard. She is generally kind, but doesn't go out of her way to make people like her. She likes games, her animals, adventure tales of the gods, and children. She also enjoys fishing which she tries to do, whenever she gets a spare moment.

Biography:
Ylva was the only daughter of Adrik Endulson, an impressive raider and ally of Odinkar Meldun and Elva Endulson who was a shieldmaiden in her own right, but chose to stay and raise her three children whilst Adrik was off raiding. Ylva was the middle child, next to her brother Etnuld and the youngest Mjolner. She was a vivacious child, following Adrik and Etnuld around instead of staying at home with her mother,to learn sewing and good housework. Her father found his daughters interests in the warriors art amusing so he enabled her teachings whilst he was home. These happy times ended in her twelfth year, where she was out with her older brother, Etnuld, on a hunting trip, while her mother and Mjolner stayed at home. The siblings unluckily came across, almost by accident, a large Direwolf mother. Ylva was the first to attack, regardless of her brothers adamant urge to run, and for her stupidity received deep scratches to her face, and one arm. Her brother let loose some arrows, before the beast changed it's target, before she finished the job. Ylva passed out and It wasn't until later that she woke up to find her brother and the wolf dead. Whilst dealing with this sudden tragedy, a noise reached her ears and she realized she wasn't the only one feeling grief. A small black and brown pup was licking and yelping at the dead wolf. It was a long night before both were found by a few of the men of the village, and the bodies were brought back with them, including the wolf which Ylva held tightly in her uninjured arm.
Adrik and Elva were never the same after there eldest's death, but no one had changed more than Ylva, blame and guilt made her more somber and controlled. She fought harder, grew stronger and eventually by sixteen, her and her wolf had become one of the best fighters on raids. After a struggle, by her father to find a young man for Ylva to take as a husband, Rollo Lindstrom was chosen, a large dark haired mercenary and trader that owned some farmland near the outer territory of Ballara. Surprisingly enough the marriage did well, apart from the fact that as hard as they tried, children were not to be in their future. Regardless Ylva and Rollo turned to other means of living, through trading on his part, and raiding through hers. She became a fierce fighter for her Thane and even took up her fathers spot when he passed of dysentery.
Her glory as champion came up during this period. At 19 years old she was raiding with Odinkar when a rouge band of Trolls attacked. Many men fell, but Odinkar as would suspect was holding his ground. It wasn't until one false swing of a club that he was knocked down, his sword skittering into the mesh of feet. One troll took notice and went on the attack, his rage apparent as he charged. Odinkar was on his feet about to take down the beast with his bare hands when Ylva let out a roar and got in the way of the attack, slamming her spear up into the chest of the troll. Her feet slid in the dirt as blood coated her features. She let out a whistle as Ragnar, her direwolf attacked the troll and began tearing it to shreds. She earned quite a name for herself, in that battle and the few others that followed, in regards to the mudmen. It was this act that allowed Odinkar to give this youngling more of a presence in his fleet. Ylva was an avid strategist next to her father and overtime won multiple raids for her thane, cementing her name as a champion of Ballara. Over the years, the elder man accepted her as a viable member at the table, but of course with fame also came her tragedy. Rollo died a few years after she was named champion, slayed by a neighboring Thane clan on a raid, his corpse sent back with a slit throat and blue scarf which she has worn since his death. She sent him off to Valhalla in a fire-kissed pyre, along with her happiness.

Currently she lives at her farmstead along with her wolf, with only a few farmhands and there families. She is ruthless and cunning and some see her as a future Thane, with her gained prestige. As for her motives in the future, that remains a mystery.

Equipment:Axes mainly, with a wooden shield, one longsword, spear, and a small dirk in her boot. Few runic charms, a long blue scarf, furs, mail, leathers, sometimes bait for fishing and healing herbs/salves for when she hurts herself in battle.

Other:She has a blue tattoo of an elk on her back, to signify Rollo's crest.

Name:Skrauti "Jeager" Niadh

Age:46

Gender: Male

Title/Rank/Occupation:"The Iceborn", Former Warlord, Hunter.

Name: Anasthyn "the Mute Huntress", Daughter of Gray
(Pronounced "Ann-ahs-thin")

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Image/Appearance:


- Description: Anasthyn stands at about 5'4, and is thin. She has long brown hair and pale skin and Blue Eyes

Title/Rank/Occupation: Commoner / Peasant / Hunter

Skills/achievements/etc:
• (Highly-Skilled) Archery: Anasthyn is a phenomenal archer, and she knows her bow like it was her third arm.
• (Adept-Skill) Climbing/Running: Since she hunts in the forest, she can move very quickly and has a good eye
• (Poor) Strength: Anasthyn is not very strong at all. Once you get past her bow, she can be easily over powered.

Personality/(Dis)likes/hobbies/etc:
Due to her inability to speak, she is very shy and not exactly outgoing. She keeps to herself and doesn't get involved in other people's affairs unless necessary. Due to the male-dominance of the culture, she is rather submissive and is easily bossed around. Since she cannot object verbally, she objects mentally and holds her anger inside. Despite her inability to verbally communicate, she is very kind and patient with people, especially the ones that don't mock her.

Biography:
Anasthyn grew up in a small village just outside the capitol of Ballard. He father, Gray, was a poor cabbage farmer and hunter, and her mother died during childbirth. When she was seven, a group of thugs that were harassing her father cut her neck, severing her vocal cords and leaving a four-inch scar at the base of her throat. Because of her disability, she was often outcast. By the time she was ten, people had begun disparagingly calling her "Anasthyn the Dumb."

She was left on her own at age fourteen when her father died during a horrible winter sickness. Gray had taught her how to shoot a bow when she was six and she had picked up fast. Because of these skills, she pulled her weight by hunting and bringing meat to the village butcher. While she is still seen as slightly-less intelligent because of her disability, she has a modicum of respect as a hunter in her village and the surrounding ones, and she even earned the nickname, "The Mute Huntress."

Equipment:
- Expensive Wood, Perfectly Weighted Hunting Bow
- A quiver, usually holding 8-12 arrows
- Hunting Knife
- Usually Wears a Hooded tunic while hunting.
- Brown Tunic and Dark Green Hood During Summer/Fall

- Grey Tunic and Black Hood During Winter
Other:
Due to her vocal cords being unusable, when she tries to speak the only sound that comes out is a scratching hiss, sounding as if she's lost her voice.

As a rough approximation:Source: anghorkheng @ DeviantArt

Yngvarr is about 6'4. His hair is bright red and tends to be long enough to flutter in the wind like a banner around his sharp features. The growing beard is consequently cut off his pale skin. More than a decade of his profession combined with a very strong natural tendency has added a ton of muscle to his frame. He has a lot of scars, but apparently not from combat as they are mainly located around his wrists. He is noticeably overweight, but nothing really serious if compared to his muscle.