Post by Donavon on May 21, 2015 19:21:29 GMT
Name: Skjoldr Stormfist of the Night Stag
Age: Unknown, as his tribe does not use the same calendar as the rest of the realms. Assumed in his early to mid thirties
Race: Human
Height: 7 foot
Weight: 312 pounds
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Black
Distinguishing Features: Tattooed 'sleeves' on both arms, various scars adorn his body, usually wearing black gloves as well as black clothing
Kingdom: North
Region: Realm of Storm
House: As of now, is not loyal to any given house
Bio: Skjoldr was born into the Night Stag Clan, of the Tribe of the Mother and Father Wolf. His father was the clan war chief, his mother was a healer. However both of them died in a skirmish when he was young, and so he was raised primarily by his aunts family. His life was normal, by clan definition, although he spent most of his hours training to be a skilled warrior, rather than the usual mischief the clan children were getting into.
At age thirteen he underwent the usual coming of age ritual, a hunt. While there was others that went with him on this hunt, the rules were simple. You must make your own weapons and shelter, and find and kill your own prey, and bring this back with you to the village within the span of seven nights (a week). Skjoldr later returned with a black bear, thus passing his coming of age ritual. This bear was his first hunt.
During this hunt blew in a storm, and snow and frozen shards of ice fell from the sky. Skjoldr earned the name Icefist as it was claimed his strikes were as powerful and destructive as falling hail from the sky
He grew and became strong, eventually being given the warhammer that he carries with him to this day. In time, he took a mate. He continued to hone his skills as a warrior, becoming the closest that his clan had to a guard. He would watch for signs of danger during the spring and summer months when his clan was mostly nomadic. Soon he found himself wishing another wife, though there was another who also wished her. This matter went before the clan triumbrate, and it was agreed that these two men shall fight to see which one was more worthy of her. The winner would be deamed strong and blessed by the gods, the looser...not so much.
In this contest, Skjoldr lost. This was not just the loss of a contest, it was also the loss of his personal honor. A few months in a rocky relationship with his wife, and she eventually found her way into the arms of this other man, as this contest earlier had deemed he was more blessed than Skjoldr was. This was allowed, by tribal custom, as strength and honor were the two main keystones of the clan. Having barely anything of his own, and in this dishonor, Skjoldr desided to leave his home, vowing only to return when his honor had been returned to him.
He took the name of Donavon, this being the name of the first man he met upon the road. Having no true skills in the so-called 'civilized' world, he took work doing what he did best, being a guard and hitting things.
He has no loyalty to any given house, as he is not of any of them, doing equal work for equal pay. He continues with his nomadic roots, usually not in one place longer than a few weeks while he compleates an assignment, before moving on to the next city or town
Model Used: WWE Undertaker (hooded or long haired)
Age: Unknown, as his tribe does not use the same calendar as the rest of the realms. Assumed in his early to mid thirties
Race: Human
Height: 7 foot
Weight: 312 pounds
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Black
Distinguishing Features: Tattooed 'sleeves' on both arms, various scars adorn his body, usually wearing black gloves as well as black clothing
Kingdom: North
Region: Realm of Storm
House: As of now, is not loyal to any given house
Bio: Skjoldr was born into the Night Stag Clan, of the Tribe of the Mother and Father Wolf. His father was the clan war chief, his mother was a healer. However both of them died in a skirmish when he was young, and so he was raised primarily by his aunts family. His life was normal, by clan definition, although he spent most of his hours training to be a skilled warrior, rather than the usual mischief the clan children were getting into.
At age thirteen he underwent the usual coming of age ritual, a hunt. While there was others that went with him on this hunt, the rules were simple. You must make your own weapons and shelter, and find and kill your own prey, and bring this back with you to the village within the span of seven nights (a week). Skjoldr later returned with a black bear, thus passing his coming of age ritual. This bear was his first hunt.
During this hunt blew in a storm, and snow and frozen shards of ice fell from the sky. Skjoldr earned the name Icefist as it was claimed his strikes were as powerful and destructive as falling hail from the sky
He grew and became strong, eventually being given the warhammer that he carries with him to this day. In time, he took a mate. He continued to hone his skills as a warrior, becoming the closest that his clan had to a guard. He would watch for signs of danger during the spring and summer months when his clan was mostly nomadic. Soon he found himself wishing another wife, though there was another who also wished her. This matter went before the clan triumbrate, and it was agreed that these two men shall fight to see which one was more worthy of her. The winner would be deamed strong and blessed by the gods, the looser...not so much.
In this contest, Skjoldr lost. This was not just the loss of a contest, it was also the loss of his personal honor. A few months in a rocky relationship with his wife, and she eventually found her way into the arms of this other man, as this contest earlier had deemed he was more blessed than Skjoldr was. This was allowed, by tribal custom, as strength and honor were the two main keystones of the clan. Having barely anything of his own, and in this dishonor, Skjoldr desided to leave his home, vowing only to return when his honor had been returned to him.
He took the name of Donavon, this being the name of the first man he met upon the road. Having no true skills in the so-called 'civilized' world, he took work doing what he did best, being a guard and hitting things.
He has no loyalty to any given house, as he is not of any of them, doing equal work for equal pay. He continues with his nomadic roots, usually not in one place longer than a few weeks while he compleates an assignment, before moving on to the next city or town
Model Used: WWE Undertaker (hooded or long haired)