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Urho
Urho "the Lame" Heikin-poika
| Name | Urho |
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| Status | Deleted |
| Occupation | Spearfisher |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Forochel |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | A short, red-haired spearfisher who pitches forward when he walks, a shirt of tusk and bone rattling with each step. He travels often: Urho regularly comes to Sûri-kylä with his red beard covered in hoarfrost, his fishing spear a walking stick, and his shoulders covered by thick furs of a northern beast. His garb is well-made and typical to the North, as well is the sled that trails after him, oft piled high with fish.
Banner image: John Savio's Okto [edited] |
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Background
URHO HEIKIN-POIKA PYNTI-PELDOT
As a Pynti-peldot youth, Urho was found to be a talented warrior, brave in defense against the Gauredain; each tusk he wears now is a trophy won in battle. When the Wolf-men seemed to lull in their raiding, Urho, turning restless, took to the road.
Proud and willful, he roamed Forochel for five years and bested many youths in duels or contests of physical prowess across the land, boasting of each victory, and discounting any defeat. His skill turned to vainglory, and one drunken night in an Itä-mâ homestead he made the foolish boast that he could best any man in the room.
An uncanny wanderer, also a guest of the homestead, grey-bearded and quick-tongued, laughed at the fool's boast, challenging him. In a drunken rage, Urho demanded an immediate duel, and in his arrogance, let down his guard. In a deft blow, the elder broke Urho's leg with his staff, and cursed the bone to remain broken.
Be it a curse or coincidence, Urho is unsure. His leg healed improperly, crooked, and now he, nearly two years afterward, is a fisherman—he can stand well enough to spear fish—now unable to neither charge or flee, mocked as Urho the Lame.
| Friends | — |
|---|---|
| Relatives | His brother is a reindeer herder. |
| Rivals/Enemies | — |
| Loves | The mountains and the trees. The fish in the rivers and the Sea. A warm fire. |
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| Hates | Walking, his lurching step. The Lord of Storms. His own wagging tongue. |
| Motivation | To regain his honour and redeem himself. |
| Quotes | — |
