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Sverken
Sverken, ''The Bear-Wrestler'', Mauri
| Name | Sverken |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Used to fight against rival tribes in Forochel. Nowadays he's a construction worker. |
| Age | Late-twenties. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Thornley's Work Site and the wilderness around Bree. |
| Kinship | Luminen Taival |
| Outward Appearance | A huge man, standing about 7 feet tall.
His hair is long and dark, his face is covered by a thick beard and there's also traces of a war-paint upon his face and a scar, crossing his eye.
He's clad in a sort of a primitive-looking armor, his pauldrons are covered by fur and his attire makes him look even more menacing. |
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Background
Hailing from the frozen wastes of Forochel, this man speaks Westron in a heavy accent, which however is comprehensible. This man used to be the strongest man within his tribe, which eventually led him to be banished from his homeland. His shaman forbid from entering Forochel and his travels have led him to Bree-land and he doesn't dare to leave it now.
Born without never knowing his true parents, he was raised by a fellow tribesman, whom decided to name him Sverken, because he was really fond of the great fighters - Northrons. Sverken quickly grew taller and stronger than anyone else in his tribe. He was so strong that he even could take on a bear, which was strictly prohibited within his tribe, for bears are commonly regarded holy.
Since he's awfully superstitious, he's very, very afraid to even try wandering back to his homeland, for his shaman laid a curse upon him, which would infect him with a plague and an early hair loss.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | None alive. |
| Rivals/Enemies | He has difficulties to come along with Bree-landers. |
| Loves | Vaalea, The Northern wind, ale and wrestling. |
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| Hates | Little women trying to climb on his shoulders and strangers. |
| Motivation | Currently he's not that sure what his heart truly desires. |
| Quotes | ''Tuli kiirus lähtä pois kotoa, jossen ois ollu nopeempi, mulla ois varmaa nuolia persuuksissa.// I had to leave my tribe with haste, if I wouldn't have been faster, I'd have some arrows coming outta my arse.'' |
