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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
Outward Appearance

Age: 27 (looks older)
Height: 6 feet 3 inches
Weight: 200 pounds
Build: Broad shoulders, evidently muscled and yet not stocky
Skin: Pale
Hair: Dark red, close to brown, long and quite messy.
Beard: Also quite long and messy
Eyes: dirty blue, almost grey
Scars: Three marks left by three arrows, one on the right side of his chest, another on his right forearm, and the third on his right thigh.
Voice: Baritone, but really dark in colour.
He could be considered handsome.

Personality: Strict and duteous, he can and, most likely, will be perceived as cold. His face, at times almost like a mask, will rarely show his feelings and it will take a huge effort to make him lose his calm, and that seems to be his greatest strength: to be calm and lucid at any given moment. He is faithful to his few friends, and only in their company he 'lets his guard down'. Despite being a honorable man he would rather sacrifice his honour than someone's life.


He wears part of a bear's pelt, white as snow, wrapped around his shoulders, with the beast's head on the left.
His grey cloak is made of fulled wool, and he has the intention to have its hood lined with the pelt of a wolverine he got quite recently.
He has, but rarely wears, another cloak, made of the fur from the same bear as his wrap, that features a spotted sword-mouth hide trim. It lacks a hood.
His gloves are made of leather and lined in fur, with thick boiled leather 'plates' protecting his forearms.
His boots are also made of leather and lined in fur, and the soles are made of wood. They also have some fur on the outside, but that is only for decorative purposes.
He wears a thick padded mammoth wool shirt under a fur tunic. He might wear a chainmail shirt between the padded shirt and the tunic.
A pair of padded trousers, again made of mammoth wool, and lined in fur, provide some (though little) protection to his legs as well.
If he's wearing his helmet, a nasal helmet, he will be wearing a padded coif under it as well. Otherwise, he might only wear the hood of his cloak.


He uses a length of rope, tied at his waist in a lover's knot, as a belt to hang the scabbard of his sword, as well as other things.


His weapon of choice is a rather common-looking one handed sword -even though owning a sword is already a rather uncommon thing for a Lossoth-, made of high quality steel, folded and twisted several times. The grip is just long enough for the man's hand to fit, to let the guard and pommel hug it and provide a comfortable and secure grip. The blade is on the short side, measurig a little less than 28 inches. It is quite broad and it has a rather fat point. The distal taper isn't too pronounced, and therefore the blade is quite tip heavy. It cuts really well through flesh, leather and padding along all its length, and its heft makes it good against bone as well. The fat tip can thrust quite easily through flesh and leather, but it will have a hard time against thick padding, and won't go through chainmail. The scabbard is a simple wood and leather one.


He also carries a knife, in another wood and leather scabbard hanged diagonally in front of his crotch. It lacks a guard, but it has a hard leather band around the middle of its grip ((much like in a Kukri)), to 'lock' the hand in place and not let it slip on the blade when giving point. The blade is straight, broad but not too much and relatively long, with an upswept point. It is quite hefty, and it's sturdy enough to withstand light wood chopping and bone breaking.
His pine wood kite shield is covered in canvas and its rim is reinforced with raw hide. Surprisingly enough, it isn't painted. Pine wood isn't really the best wood to make a shield of, but that's what is available in Forochel.

 

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."

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