Name: Svartgeirr Hjalmson.
Aliases: Ol' bore.
Gender: Male.
Race: Shield dwarf with odd blood in his veins.
Age: 89
Profession: Fighter, future defender of kin and disciple of dragons.
Languages: Common, dwarf, elven, draconic.
Accent: When calm, he speaks with an simple tune, no slurs or alike in his sentences. When boiling however, he has no issues to bring about the worst a dwarf can come up within short notice, however, this occurs rarely.
Physical Information
Height: 1,35 meters.
Weight:
Body build: Tough and muscular, though not as much as one would think of this one when glancing by.
Skin type: Causcian, sunburnt.
Hair style: A mohawk.
Scars: None visible.
Hair: Dark red.
Eyes: Bright orange.
Mental Information
Alignment: Lawful natural, with leanings depending on situation.
Philosophy: Lost his long ago.
Personality:
Depressive: Obviously, life is not so very enthralling to him as it is to others.
Pessimist: He often critisises anything and anyone, be their plans or goals realistic or misguided optimism.
Not an care: His life holds little value to himself, and so does others as well, as he might remain casual even in life-threatning situations, to others and himself, only struggling to find some meaning to cling on further.
Frustrated: Whenever he emerges from combat against what he consinders worthy foes, alive and well, he will often curse fate and desperately force opponents back on their feet, should they still live.
Lingering pride: Despite his seemingly cold existence, he holds onto a pride known amongst dwarves, refusing to merely lay down his arms, even in the face of promised release of the shackles of life. He will fight on, instinctively.
Additional Information
Gear: Massive plate, along with a shield and curved sword, katana.
Jewelry: Two polished skulls, hangs from his waist. Attempts to touch them may or may not lead to broken fingers.
Habbits/hobbies: None, he gave up drinking long ago, his only visibly known hobby is obviously combat, but one might spot him reading a book or two.
General Health: Sadly for Svartgeirr, his health is that of an dwarf in his finest, ironicly, his casting aside of lively activies, such as drinking, merely keeps him going.
Favorite Drink: Formerly, a large mug of grog.
Weaknesses: Carelessness, apathetic. Easily frustrated when poked at.
Svartgeirr
