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Hrothulf
Hroðulf, son of Hroðgar, "Se Cifesboren"
| Name | Hrothulf |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Being an unsavoury fellow, also known to offer his sword for coin. |
| Age | Early Thirties. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Currently lives in Jarnsalr, the Iron Hall. |
| Kinship | None. |
| Outward Appearance | A harsh looking fellow, this one. Standing at 6'4'' ft, with long blonde hair and matching beard, it is no doubt that he comes from either the harsh North or the lands of the Eorlings, a doubt that he will soon clear upon questioning. His frame is well muscled and toned from work and training. His blue eyes are always looking about and staring at anything that would catch his attention. He wears a fine black jacket over a chainmail vest and a layer of leather padding, to give sufficient protection against most weapons. He is frequently seen with his iron helmet on his head, which is one of three things that make him feel "dressed", the other two being his sword and his seax resting on his hips.
(( I do not own this image, it was taken from:http://vikings.history.co.uk/ )) |
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Background
A bastard of both the Mark and the North, Hroðulf bears the heritage of both its cultures, while drawing most of his knowledge from Rohan, the land where he was raised since childhood. Growing up, he eventually left the safety of Aldburg to travel through Rohan and the lands further North, reaching Dale and its surroundings, offering his sword-arm to whoever offered enough coins. Growing restless at the continuous thought of what was on the other side of the Misty Mountains, he travelled to Eriador, in search of something that would deem the journey worthy to be had.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | Father: Hroðgar (Deceased). Mother: Æðelþrið (Deceased) |
| Rivals/Enemies | Easterlings, Dunlendings and any that annoy him more than he can tolerate. |
| Loves | Mead, his horse Rædfæst, the company of women, and the thrill of a fight. |
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| Hates | To be forced upon things, to see his honour undermined. He bears a deep distrust towards Elves. |
| Motivation | To follow the thrill of adventure, and leave his mark on the world. |
| Quotes | "By Béma!", "Nǽfre Forlǽtan!" |
