General:
Alt Name: Hundar
A brief description of your character: Hundar is a Saxon warrior and adventurer who travels throughout the world -- not exactly righting wrongs or saving damsels, but seizing opportunities to increase his reputation (and personal wealth). He seems to think that he is very famous, which may or may not be true. He is a very large man with blond hair, and often sports a beard with a braided mustache. He is a barbarian, and enjoys ale, battle, bawdy songs and wenches.
Why/How is your character in Skuldhellir: After spending quite some time adventuring in the south and east, Hundar joined up with a band of Danish gentlemen known for longships and bloodthirst. Hundar bested their champion in an arm-wrestling contest and mocked the whole crew incessantly thereafter, asking where their husbands were and when he'd get to meet the actual warriors. The vikings put up with him for about a month before abandoning the Saxon at the nearest port, which happened to be Skuldhellir.
Magic (OPTIONAL):
None.
Strengths:
---Natural:
They Grow 'em Big in Germania: Large and powerful, possessing the sort of brute strength that barbarians are known for.
---Learned:
Handy With the Steel: Weapons training: battle axe, sword and shield, two-handed sword. The latter is his specialty.
Combat Veteran: Experienced in warfare: horsemanship and rudimentary warcraft.
---Supernatural:
None.
Weaknesses:
Not So Fancy Footwork: Due to his large size, Hundar is fairly clumsy, lacking the speed and grace of a more disciplined warrior.
Pride Cometh before the Pratfall: Deeply fond of himself and his reputation, he has a knack for underestimating his foes and generally getting himself tangled up in dangerous situations.
Brains Under Brawn: Not exactly a rocket scientist, and is easily outwitted. He is also uneducated and illiterate; subjects like philosophy, mathematics and alchemy are far beyond his grasp.
Get Him a Tissue: Quite emotional for a barbarian. Childish and easily offended.
We're Off to Flee the Wizard: Some might call this a healthy respect for magic; Hundar does not understand it, and it terrifies him.
Just Resting My Eyes: Due to his lifelong vices of smoking, drinking and a poor diet, Hundar has lost some of his endurance.
Scarred Stiff: The barbarian sports a multitude of old war wounds; the most pronounced is a bad knee, which often plagues him during bouts of physical strain.