Sev'istan Hjorthson - The Spear
Dec 11, 2015 6:57:35 GMT
Post by sleepyjahaha on Dec 11, 2015 6:57:35 GMT
Name: Sev'istan Hjorthson
Race: Skul....Human
Age: Later thirties
Weight: "Slap"
Appearance:
The dark skinned man before you stands a full six stones give or take . His body seemingly built and honed over the years from hours plying his trade to the many waiting blade and spears. Calloused hands constantly put to work else his face shows his worry easily enough , yet is it for himself or those he may have left behind (Who knows who cares ). On his arm A single black spear wreathed in flames is visible the ink only slightly faded . Pale blue eyes often enough seen staring off into the world , the thoughts un-needing of words . Merely an expression of loss. Despite all this gear is kept in pristine order cleaned , sharpened, placed away . His beard , a testament to men far and wide..A man's man's beard.
History:
In the home of his people he grew up as a smith , his father was a smith , his father-father was a smith , his father before his father's-father-s father, they were smiths as well. Yet among his clan there were considered to be second-rate at best. Yet it had little to do with their craftsmanship. They simply never spent time creating the elaborate designs and workings the other's smiths favored. If a man wanted a sword they could take into battle and know their son would shame them before that blade would fail them? Then they would seek out Hjorthson and Son . Yet warriors come and go , and in times of peace? Dalies and daligences ? Works of art and beauty were becoming more and more favored by the various clans ...Until , a nation of fire giants attacked ...Everything changed ...His people remembered the old ways and fought back great ships built all those that could serve and fight ? Packed up and sent out to the sea to extract vengeance on their foreign foe..What was supposed to be an eight day sail turned into something far more sinister...The storm that blew them off course would see the ship colliding into another in the darkest of nights and there the infected would find fresh meat within that ships hold. Human shaped meat...During the battle that would ensure Sevi would find himself over board and left to the watery hell ,only to find himself in another ..
Race: Skul....Human
Age: Later thirties
Weight: "Slap"
Appearance:
The dark skinned man before you stands a full six stones give or take . His body seemingly built and honed over the years from hours plying his trade to the many waiting blade and spears. Calloused hands constantly put to work else his face shows his worry easily enough , yet is it for himself or those he may have left behind (Who knows who cares ). On his arm A single black spear wreathed in flames is visible the ink only slightly faded . Pale blue eyes often enough seen staring off into the world , the thoughts un-needing of words . Merely an expression of loss. Despite all this gear is kept in pristine order cleaned , sharpened, placed away . His beard , a testament to men far and wide..A man's man's beard.
History:
In the home of his people he grew up as a smith , his father was a smith , his father-father was a smith , his father before his father's-father-s father, they were smiths as well. Yet among his clan there were considered to be second-rate at best. Yet it had little to do with their craftsmanship. They simply never spent time creating the elaborate designs and workings the other's smiths favored. If a man wanted a sword they could take into battle and know their son would shame them before that blade would fail them? Then they would seek out Hjorthson and Son . Yet warriors come and go , and in times of peace? Dalies and daligences ? Works of art and beauty were becoming more and more favored by the various clans ...Until , a nation of fire giants attacked ...Everything changed ...His people remembered the old ways and fought back great ships built all those that could serve and fight ? Packed up and sent out to the sea to extract vengeance on their foreign foe..What was supposed to be an eight day sail turned into something far more sinister...The storm that blew them off course would see the ship colliding into another in the darkest of nights and there the infected would find fresh meat within that ships hold. Human shaped meat...During the battle that would ensure Sevi would find himself over board and left to the watery hell ,only to find himself in another ..
