Big Bloody Northman, Cold Bastard, Serge', The Bear.

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Sergei is a big man. Tall and broad, with thick muscles, he is truly deserving of the title 'The Bear'. His long, strawberry blonde hair falls about his shoulders, and his beard grows thick, giving him the appearance of a wild animal. He is almost always found frowning, his large eyebrows and piercing blue eyes seeming to look through you, at something on the horizon. He is every bit the wild warrior he appears to be.

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Hair- Strawberry Blonde
Eyes- Sky Blue
Height- 6'4"
Weight- 213 lbs.

Sergei is a man who has lost everything. His family, his home, everything was taken from him. However, just because he has lost any reason for fighting, it does not mean he'll stop anytime soon. He has an austere exterior, handling most interactions in a taciturn manner. Although he seems cold, he is always looking for someone to protect, so he can rationalize all of the violence, even though he knows it is pointless. Underneath it all, though, at the core of his being, there burns a rage brighter than any fire, wanting to lash out at such a cruel world.

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Cold on the outside, with a need to protect others so he can rationalize his anger and violence.

Serge' is not a native to Aoalvik. Hailing from lands far to the north, he lived in a small clanhouse on a small rock of an island just off the coast. His family was a happy clan of fishermen and sheepherders, unconcerned with the trouble happening on the mainland. However, even as they remained light and carefree, the Wyld Folk turned their eyes to the small island, their lack of huge amounts of food or other supplies no concern of theirs. The first warning that Sergei's people got was the sight of twelve longboats sailing towards them at the crack of dawn. Scrambling to the docks, the islanders managed to cast off one single fishing boat, filled with the young of the community, with Sergei, the oldest at the age of twelve, their leader. They got far enough away so the screams of their families were faint, and the smoke from their clanhall burning was naught but a thin finger of smoke in the sky.

Making their way southward along the coast, the band of children, led by Sergei, grew smaller and smaller as the dangers of the sea claimed the lives of all but Sergei and a single baby, whom his rescuers found wrapped up in his arms, warm, while Sergei himself was grey from the chill of the sea and starvation. Taking them into the community, it was not long before Sergei was accepted as a citizen of the town.

Over the years, Sergei gained a reputation as a fierce drunkard, starting fights with his fellow fishermen, tearing up alehalls, and being a general nuisance. However, he was saved from his downward spiral by two things; one, his responsibility to the child, named Alexi, and a grizzled old hunter, known only as Wolf. Wolf saw this young man's life going down a dark path, so he became his role model, teaching him to hunt, and how to channel the fury that was always there, just under the surface.

Eight years Wolf took care of Serge' and Alexi, until one day, he simply vanished one night, tracks erased by the blizzard that rocked the land. After that, Sergei wasn't the same. He said he wanted to fight so he could protect his 'son', Alexi. He said he had grown to love the town. Maybe he did mean that, once. Now, however, he simply looks for a fight, and the Wyldfolk are more than willing to oblige.

Sergei is a hard man who just wants a fight, even though he may deny it, and try to justify his carnage.

- Fishing: It's what he grew up doing, and the skill never faded over the years.
- Tracking: Sergei can track most anything over any terrain, with great accuracy.
- Stealth: Sergei has been able to hide in even the sparsest cover, becoming invisible in the blink of an eye.
- Axe Fighter: Sergei is a masterful axeman, able to defeat dozens of men on his own without tiring.
- Dirty Fighting: Sergei fights effectively, not fair. In no way would anyone in their right mind call the way he fights honorable.

- A short shirt of scalemail
- Twin handaxes
- A long-hafted, double-bitted poleaxe.
- A dirk, for emergencies.

Bloop.