A young man transformed into a immortal warlord, but at what cost?
Basic Info
Name: Halvar
Player: AWildBear
Gender: Male
Nicknames: Ironfist, Brute, General.
Race: Werewolf (Mutant)
Class: Warrior/Necromancer
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Deity: None
Age: 23 (Before reaching immortality)
Size: Massive
Body Type: Muscular
Height: 8'11
Weight: 450
Complexion: Tan
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Handedness: Right
Scars: Above the right brow
Relationship Status: Single (Widower)
Personality: Quiet, Solitary, Cold Hearted.
Mannerisms: Violence used as answer to many issues, in such cases, excessive violence is used.
Likes: Fighting, alcohol, nature.
Dislikes: Vampires
Sexual Affinity: Straight
Player: AWildBear
Gender: Male
Nicknames: Ironfist, Brute, General.
Race: Werewolf (Mutant)
Class: Warrior/Necromancer
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Deity: None
Age: 23 (Before reaching immortality)
Size: Massive
Body Type: Muscular
Height: 8'11
Weight: 450
Complexion: Tan
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Handedness: Right
Scars: Above the right brow
Relationship Status: Single (Widower)
Personality: Quiet, Solitary, Cold Hearted.
Mannerisms: Violence used as answer to many issues, in such cases, excessive violence is used.
Likes: Fighting, alcohol, nature.
Dislikes: Vampires
Sexual Affinity: Straight
Description
His mutation caused the regularly 6'6 male to grow to the height of 8'11, with a slightly wider and more firm frame to come with it. This form came with inhuman strength, surpassing that of even strong werewolf warrior.
This is a fairly close idea of what the body type looks like, though the height is smaller the character's.
He also does not have the beard pictured, and his hairstyles change from time to time, the photo was mainly selected for the body, which is muscular, and covered in runic tattoos.
Connections
Friends - (NPC) Annabelle Fjerstod - A bartender near his home village, childhood friends. He tries to visit on the rare occasions that he goes home
Enemies - All deceased. He is not known for taking prisoners, and since he has his own motives, and typically runs alone, there isn't much but his direct opposition.
Family - His Mother and Father were killed during a vampiric invasion of his home village. His first wife Grace and daughter Lily were killed during another invasion about 10 years afterwards. His second wife had been killed in battle upon her own adventures.
Acquaintances - Rida Blackclaw - Chieftain of his former village, he only knew of her for a short time during his settlement with his first wife and daughter. He has no clue if she to this day was a survivor or among the dead.
Friends - (NPC) Annabelle Fjerstod - A bartender near his home village, childhood friends. He tries to visit on the rare occasions that he goes home
Enemies - All deceased. He is not known for taking prisoners, and since he has his own motives, and typically runs alone, there isn't much but his direct opposition.
Family - His Mother and Father were killed during a vampiric invasion of his home village. His first wife Grace and daughter Lily were killed during another invasion about 10 years afterwards. His second wife had been killed in battle upon her own adventures.
Acquaintances - Rida Blackclaw - Chieftain of his former village, he only knew of her for a short time during his settlement with his first wife and daughter. He has no clue if she to this day was a survivor or among the dead.
Descriptive Songs
Significant to his loss of two wives and his only daughter, this once well-rounded, mighty man has been emotionally broken down into a state of despair. His self esteem utterly decimated, he's only confident in his ability to fight.
The giant has only ever known his life to be bloodshed, and watching all he's ever cared about being slaughtered at some point eventually transformed this once ordinary male into a manifestation of wrath, his hatred being the fuel to many a bloodlust that have taken thousands of lives, whether in war, murder, or other conflict.
Biography
Hailing from the long forgotten isles of Jeheria, in the frozen north, Halvar's beginning was a simple one, growing up in a village with his clan. Around the age of 15, his village came into war with the islands vampire clans over territory, and while the war seemed to be a lost effort, he saw his village burn and all that he knew and cared about stolen from him
Only a young swordsman at the time, he'd tried to evacuate as many of his kin from the battlefield as the experienced warriors held a front. He rescued few and scattered that he could find. One of which, being his childhood best friend, of which he still attempts to keep in touch with.
After moving away from the area, the desperate man tried the study of necromancy, but after seeing it's effects, even on the dead that could be restored to a humanoid form, with a soul bound to the body, he knew it would never truly be the same. He continued his studies and weapons training in another small village, where in the passing years, he married and had his first-born daughter, which were also lost in a future vampire raid.
He'd fought in many wars after, against the vampiric kind and at the age of 23, while peaking at his necromantic studies in help of the war effort, he sought more power against his foes. Entering a blood pact, he'd paid the price of a thousand souls for the ability to never age, yet this power demanded from him. A cult of black mages had entranced and imprisoned him, over the time period of 5 years he was then bodily altered, (creating his large stature). For 4 of the 5 years, he oversaw a underground-slavery system. Given his sword-arm, his now towering presence, and the power he held, he was both a terror to the cult, and the slaves simultaneously.
In his own freedom from this life, he'd organized and rallied an army of the enslaved, and after fully, and bloodily liberating the cult's grip on the area, the "general" had retired to a distant island, of which he wed another woman for 30 years, bearing no children. After she was killed during her own adventures, the giant now wanders alone, fighting with his own mind about the things he's seen, blame he places upon himself, and with no plan ahead of him. He simply exists.
Only a young swordsman at the time, he'd tried to evacuate as many of his kin from the battlefield as the experienced warriors held a front. He rescued few and scattered that he could find. One of which, being his childhood best friend, of which he still attempts to keep in touch with.
After moving away from the area, the desperate man tried the study of necromancy, but after seeing it's effects, even on the dead that could be restored to a humanoid form, with a soul bound to the body, he knew it would never truly be the same. He continued his studies and weapons training in another small village, where in the passing years, he married and had his first-born daughter, which were also lost in a future vampire raid.
He'd fought in many wars after, against the vampiric kind and at the age of 23, while peaking at his necromantic studies in help of the war effort, he sought more power against his foes. Entering a blood pact, he'd paid the price of a thousand souls for the ability to never age, yet this power demanded from him. A cult of black mages had entranced and imprisoned him, over the time period of 5 years he was then bodily altered, (creating his large stature). For 4 of the 5 years, he oversaw a underground-slavery system. Given his sword-arm, his now towering presence, and the power he held, he was both a terror to the cult, and the slaves simultaneously.
In his own freedom from this life, he'd organized and rallied an army of the enslaved, and after fully, and bloodily liberating the cult's grip on the area, the "general" had retired to a distant island, of which he wed another woman for 30 years, bearing no children. After she was killed during her own adventures, the giant now wanders alone, fighting with his own mind about the things he's seen, blame he places upon himself, and with no plan ahead of him. He simply exists.
