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Alffe
Alffe the Bear-Shirt, "Karhupaita"
| Name | Alffe |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Personal guard |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Sûri-kylä |
| Kinship |
Background
((WIP))
He is the only child of a village guard and a fisher. Since both of his parents were almost always out of their house, his father guarding the entranceways to the village and his mother catching some food by a hole in the ice or by the shore of the frozen sea, Alffe spent most of his childhood outside as well. He sometimes followed his father on his patrol, but he was most often by a fire or in the company of some rebellious children who refused to stay in their homes with their parents. Nevertheless, he has always been a strict child, boy, and man, and he always felt it natural to follow his superiors' orders, though he personally thinks he wouldn't be worthless in a commanding position himself.
As soon as he was old enough to follow a lesson properly without getting distracted -which means, about six years old-, his father began teaching him to use shields and weapons. Only one weapon really, the axe, as he didn't he would ever be able to afford a sword. By the age of twelve, he was already proficient enough to be a tough opponent for his father, even though he couldn't win any spar, yet. At that point, he had drawn the interest of other warriors, as well, and one of those decided to train him with other weapons as well: spears, clubs, javelins, but most of the focus was on swords.
At the age of sixteen he became a guard, like his father. He had his own axe and his own shield, and he continued to train. Six years later, he was already an incredibly good fighter, and he became one of the Council Elder's personal guards.
When he was guarding Yrjänä on a journey out of Sûri-kylä to meet some folk from Pynti-Peldot, he fought off alone three Angmarim armed with swords. As soon as they returned to the village, the Elder himself rewarded him with a sword -the sword that he still uses- and a bear's hide, to be worn as a symbol of a high status among all other warriors.
He became a Bear-Shirt, a berserker, the Elder's champion. He is now one of the most skilled fighters in Forochel, and the only one among those still young enough to put his skill to some use other than training. His position hasn't made him arrogant, though, and he continues to learn from those skilled elders.
| Friends | |
|---|---|
| Relatives | His parents |
| Rivals/Enemies | Anyone who means to harm the Council Elder of Sûri-kylä or his family |
| Loves | Snow, bear meat, moose meat, potatoes, bathing in hot water, Valpori |
|---|---|
| Hates | Storms, cold water |
| Motivation | To defend the Council Elder of Sûri-kylä and his family, and to remain alive until he's old and white. |
| Quotes | "I would take a shit on my honour, if that could save a life." |

