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Name: Floki Thidrandason

Appearance: Floki stands at 6 feet tall, weighs around 150-160 lbs, and is 20. His brown slightly wavy hair barely reaches the nape of his neck. His face holds and easy smile that's meshes nicely with the sharp lines of his face and his clear, wood-brown eyes. His body has a lean and tawny build that conceals the underlying of muscle tone underneath.

Title: Huscarl

Interests: Fame and Fortune and Thrill in Battle

Favored Weapon: Spear

Homeland: Jutland Peninsula

Brief History: Floki was practically raised in his fathers barracks and the old man gave no quarter or special treatment to his only son who at the time hadn't even dropped his balls yet. The boy had to earn his keep or be tossed to the wolves in the wild as was their families way which he completely understood, though, it didn't stop him from hating it any less. Floki's father saw potential in few and when he did he liked to collect those that interested him. Even his own son was not above that stipulation for attention other wise he would have been but a stranger to his spawn. Never the less, Floki's talents where apparent even at a young age. The old man often left to join some battle, skirmish, or gathering leaving his son to the hard labors of the instructors to make sure he didn't slack off which he was easily prone.

 After returning from some higher-ups order to annihilate a band of raiders stealing our cattle, killing, and the like. He returned with a girl covered nearly head to toe in dried blood. After quipping something a one of his huscarls Floki walked up to him joked about the girl to be too young for an old geezer like him which earned him a stiff fist that left him leaking and dizzy. He remarked that she would be joining his training regiment which lead to no ends of protest from the boy about how he had to train with girl of all things and her place was to serve not to fight as he was taught, but they went on deaf ears and so started his life with the girl named Svana.

As years past his technique, ferocity, and silver-tongue improved untold proportions as did Svana's; the only person now that can have a bout with Floki. Mush to his younger dismay she kept up with him with the aim to please his father in some way. Accepting her talent they became friends and soon I was rare that either of them where to far apart and not once have both of them been punished for some slight of hand or foul deed initiated by Floki. Though make no mistake that she got him back and equal amount. Their game of "Who can do better..." grew as they did mostly on the battlefield where each would tally how many foes slain. Their distinguishable ability gained them the rank of Huscarl even though every one knew it would only be used to woo the servant girls pick fights at taverns and such though Svana's more orderly nature balances her flamboyant one. Now as Huscarls their game still continues.