Name: Hadar Mizrahi - The Scholar Swordsmaster - Hadar the Windwalker

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Appearance: A tall and lean man, Hadar is a man in his prime. His posture is decidedly casual, but his build is obviously of one used to travelling. His coarse, dark hair is pulled into a ponytail, his tanned skin is set off by his hazel eyes, his beard is rough, but maintained, and his mouth is often curled into a wry grin. His body is marked by numerous scars, the most obvious of which crosses his face. His garb is comprised of white and purple robes, loose fitting and easy to move in, and of the traditional Iiram and Sand Kingdoms style. However, during his time in the Iron Kingdoms, Hadar occasionally dons leather armor to protect himself.

Personality:
Confident and charismatic, Hadar appears outwardly jovial and warm-hearted. His lazy and carefree demeanor, combined with his near perpetual times of thought is occasionally mistaken for a lack of spacial awareness and carelessness. Underneath his relaxed persona lies an innate brilliance, a highly intuitive and calculative mind. Highly perceptive and logical, Hadar shows an almost insatiable appetite for knowledge and learning of any kind, be it scholarly or practical to the point that his lazy and carefree demeanor is broken by a manic, almost obsessive disposition when presented with relics or tomes that are magical in nature. Despite his lazy demeanor, Hadar is a dedicated scholar boasting considerable knowledge of geography, and alchemical theory, though not a practitioner of the divine craft himself. Hadar possesses a well developed moral compass, and can be fairly protective of his students.

History:

Journey:
Hadar's calling is arguably the simplest- the pure pursuit of knowledge of any kind. Hadar is not satisfied unless he has learned at least something new each day, and as a result scours the world for books he can read, people who can teach, and things he can learn. This knowledge is not limited to scholarly learning either- Hadar also has interest in learning different forms of swordplay, different types of cuisine, dialects. In particular Hadar has the desire to explore the world to rediscover the lost/dying arts of Alchemy.

Ideals:
Hadar values knowledge, learning, and personal growth. He constantly seeks to better himself, and encourages those around him to do so as well. While outwardly lazy and carefree, Hadar holds compassion towards those who also embody his values. Though selective in his students, he believes teaching to be one of the ultimate methods of learning.

Hadar also values freedom, and the ability to pursue growth at ones own pace. He doesn't like the idea of being stuck in any one place for too long, and is commonly afflicted with wanderlust. This is occasionally attributed to the fact that he follows the pull of the winds, following what he calls the Winds of Fate.

Compassion and humility are also core values of Hadar. While one can argue how much compassion a man who so easily fights with a sword may be, Hadar truly values human life and dignity- though his displays of 'compassion and dignity' may not always coincide ideals held by others.

Holdings:
A traveler by nature, Hadar holds a precious few things. On his person he carries a satchel, filled with various tomes, scrolls, artifacts, and objects of knowledge and learning, several are of magical or alchemical nature, others are of more mundane. For arms, Hadar carries with him two sabres. The first, is a mundane saber, crafted of fine steel and well balanced, and is kept in a sheath of fine, black coated oak. The second saber, is Hadar's most prized possession, a sabre taken from an arcane foe from the ruins of Al-Kibrit, an ancient Iiriamite temple. Known as the Zulfiqar, the blade's silvery sheen reflects brightly in the dimmest light, and is near blinding in the harsh desert sun. Capable of cutting through the air and maiming men from several feet away, its blade is inscribed with ancient runes and grant Hadar even greater control over the winds that guide his movements. The Zulfiqar is sheathed in a scabbard of fine white ivory and its hilt and pommel are adorned with gold.

Not technically holdings, but accompanying him is his student Emil, a Borean orphan that Hadar had come across a few years prior. The young borean is just over 18 years of age, and is Hadar's first and only student to be taught in the way of the blade.

Collectively, the two of them share a large beast of burden (imagine large water buffalo) named Clavat, which they use for transport and to carry their more mundane belongings- spare clothes, food, water, cooking implements, and trade items.

Name:
Flint
_{Flint Dolfrik}

Age:
44

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Flint stands a few inches shorter than most men, has brown hair and green eyes, and is generally the last person one would expect to be The King of Rangers, though for a ranger, this is a good thing. He wears clothes typical for a woodsman, with no cape or crown to denote his status -- A hood that is rarely ever lowered obscures most of his sun-leathered face, along with lightweight leather armor and a green tunic and pants designed to act as camouflage in the thick Borean forests while keeping him warm and dry as well. Everything he wears is caked in a thin layer of dirt, and is usually somewhat tattered or frayed at the edges.

Personality:
Flint is strange. First and foremost, he is almost completely mute, though it is unknown if this is a personal choice or a mental impediment. He communicates with nods, grunts, and occasionally whistles, though nobody has ever known him to speak. On very, very rare occasions, he may speak one or two words if absolutely necessary, but will otherwise do anything to avoid communicating directly. As a result, most simply just call him "The Archranger" -- Being asked his name is far from an important enough reason for him to speak.

Flint has poor social skills, is uncomfortable and panicky in crowds, and dislikes being touched. Additionally, though he has expert knowledge of animal behavior, he has great difficulty picking up on social cues. Fortunately, what Flint lacks in social graces, he makes up for being a survivalist savant. Flint is exceptionally skilled with wilderness survival, and has spent years at a time in total isolation in the forests of Borea without so much as a tent. He can start a fire in the middle of a storm, shoot down a bird without killing it, and track footprints through rivers at night. Flint's skills as a ranger border on supernatural.

History:
Flint was born shortly after the beginning of the Age of Dawn, in a small logging village in Borea. Even in the early stages of his childhood, it was easy to see that Flint was different. He would not cry as a baby, had little interest in playing with other children, and was frequently caught sneaking into the forest surrounding his village after dark by his mother and father. It was rumored that Flint was a changeling left by fairies, leading most to view him with a great deal of suspicion, driving him further into isolation, which Flint enjoyed greatly.

As a boy, Flint showed a great deal of aptitude for archery and was considered for candidacy as a squire, but was ultimately not chosen for his unnerving silence and strange mannerisms. Flint spent most of his adolescence in his village's forest honing his skills as an archer and woodsman, dragging entire elks to his family's cottage frequently enough that most believed he had been stealing from other hunters.

Eventually, Flint left home to join the rangers and learn their ways. Since then, he has lived his life in periods of isolation in Borea's forest, only occasionally having contact with other rangers in passing. By the time Flint was in his late thirties, he was skilled enough to be known throughout Borea, and when Archranger Korin died of an illness, Flint was elected at a ranger's summit to take his place. Since then, he has continued his work as a ranger, keeping the forests of Borea safe from bandits and mutants alike, planting medicinal herbs along roads, and generally acting as a steward of the land.

Journey:
Though his path will soon change, Flint has few goals other than the preservation and protection of Borea's forests.

Ideals: Freedom, Self-Sufficiency, Humility, Duty, Balance, Nature

Holdings:
Though Flint technically holds no lands or titles, his status as Archranger makes him the de facto king of Borea's forests, and gives him the right to call a ranger's summit. Additionally, as the leader of the Rangers Guild, any and all rangers he meets on the road are sworn to protect and serve him, though he generally tries to avoid contact whenever possible.

His equipment is simple, as he travels lighter than most rangers. He carries fire starting tools, a day of rations, a quiver of arrows, a longbow, and a dagger.

Alias or Nickname: Fiske (Pron: Fee' - skah & translates: Fish)
Age: 50
Gender: Male

Gunnar Fisker stands 6' 4" tall and weighs 220 Lbs. He has long bleached blonde dyed hair with gray and dark roots, blue eyes and a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. The facial hair is mostly gray with a few dark hairs mixed in. His hair is neatly secured behind his head in a ponytail at the nape of the neck. Occasionally, his hair is braided. His musculature is very well defined with very broad shoulders. His left eye is missing and a white polished marble is in the socket in its place. Occasionally he wears an eye patch over the left eye. Gunnar wears a small leather necklace containing a small steel "Hammer" amulet around his neck. It is in reverence to Donar, the traditional Hyperborean God of Thunder.

Gunnar is not a handsome man and has never taken a wife. He has an oval shaped ruddy face, weathered from years of a hard Northman's life. A visible scar begins on his forehead at the hairline above his left eye and continues across his left cheek to the jaw-line. The scar interrupts his beard in a vertical line.

Personality: Gunnar is slightly sociopathic, in that he has no concern for others. He cares about his "family" and the people of his adopted community of Trelleborg, along the northern Borean coast. He has no feelings whatsoever for anyone outside this community. He feels no remorse for bringing harm upon someone else's son, in a faraway land. He is focused at his trade and not easily distracted. He is generally quiet and reserved.

History: Gunnar was born in a small fishing village along the southern coast of Hyperborea. His father was a ship builder and fisherman and his father's father was a ship builder and fisherman. Both men enjoyed the social status of Jarl in the community. He is a master with the spear as well as a net in retrieving bushels of fish each day. But above all, Gunnar, his father and his father's father are fierce Northern warriors. Gunnar enjoys the company of several sturdy young lads who assist in plying the trade of shipbuilding and fishing. Gunnar rewards them handsomely for their work and treats them with the same respect one bestows upon his brother.

Gunnar learned from his father and grandfather to build longships for fishing, merchants and raiding. He and his "brothers" cut the wood for the vessels as well as milling and planing the timbers. When the family was young, Gunnar's parents moved the family to Northern Borea along the coast. A group of Northmen established a colony there, which they defend vigorously. When his father passed away, Gunnar inherited his land of some 100 acres surrounding an inlet. His mother and sister live with him in their home. The house is a modest dwelling, yet comfortable. Several of his "brothers" have constructed homes on Gunnar's property where they live as well. They all help to maintain the property, which is less than five hundred meters from the nearest village, Trelleborg.

As a member of the community, Gunnar is expected to fight for the people of his land and he is skilled with the axe, spear, short sword and long sword with and without a shield. He has participated in several raids, which is how he lost his left eye. As a result he mounted the steel plate or "spectacle" on his helm for protection against such a blow.

Gunnar is noted for mastery of fishing, Excellent sailing vessel construction and ferocity in battle, even with his vision impairment. Gunnar also enjoys playing games of chance.

Gunnar's father along with many others left their home in search of a new home at a time when their kinsmen abandoned the old ways in favor of the newer Dark Gods. It has saddened many in the Trelleborg village that their friends have mutated into creatures no longer recognizeable. That they have turned their backs on Alfoor, the All Father and Walhölé. Most of those things remain in Hyperborea, but several have made their way into Lemuria and the northern border with Borea. The Trelleborg community remains distant and detached from those mutants, or former Hyperboreans.

Journey: Gunnar seeks to see Trelleborg succeed. He wants the Northmen of his village to multiply and make their community grow. He has given up on his homeland and wants only for the survivors to replenish their ranks; avoiding contact with their home country. On the other hand, Gunnar has an unquenchable desire for plunder. It is not above the venerable Northern Warrior to take up an axe, to split skulls and grab the gold when available. But these urges are quickly stifled. It would not take much to bend his arm in favor of a raid or plundering the merchants on the Atlantean Ocean.

Ideals: Gunnar wishes to continue to further the values of the traditional Hyperborean Gods. the Northmen are fierce warriors and wish only for a healthy life and the din of battle. To die by an enemy's sword is a life well spent.

Holdings: Gunnar owns approximately 100 acres of land along an inlet on the northern Borean Coast. Upon this property is his longship building business, fishing enterprise and several houses owned by the young men who work with him at his trades of shipbuilding and fishing.

In warmer months, Gunnar wears sun-bleached and salted gray colored Thorsberg trousers, light blue side split Kyrtle (tunic) with a black leather belt at the waist. He wears ankle high Hedeby leather shoes. The rest of the year (most of the time), Gunnar wears the same trousers, shoes and side split Kyrtle, worn as an under kyrtle with an over tunic made of quilted wool. He also wears a small brown wool skull cap and brown leather vambraces and leather & wool-lined gloves.

Gunnar has both a mail coat and a leather jerkin made of Reindeer hide and reinforced with steel rivets and studs. Depending on what is happening he may choose one over the other. He has a steel conical helmet riveted together with four steel strips. At the apex of the helm is a plume of animal fur that drapes down one side or the back. It is about eight inches long. A section of mail is attached to the rear of the helm for additional protection to the back of the neck. Upon the face of the helm is mounted a steel 'spectacle' or large round holes for viewing. The spectacles offer some protection to the face. There was a time when Gunnar did not wear such an attachment. The helmet has cheek flaps attached with leather under the chin. He wears a small leather belt at the waste that cinches the tunics together. Attached to the belt are a pouch at the rear for light provisions, a small axe holder on the right, a sword's scabbard on the left side and small horizontal scabbard placed across the front of the waist to hold his sax; a small 18" short sword made of steel with a bone handle.

Gunnar has a small Skeg Axe named "Lothar", several leaf edge headed spears, a double edged broad sword named "Hode-ut", the 18" Sax or short sword as mentioned above and a few steel reinforced wooden shields. All of Gunnar's shields have a steel rounded 'Boss' at the center and are painted with Red and black stripes. Gunnar owns a nine heavy horse as well, including a large 17 hands high mount named "Fyrste". His other horses are named, "Donner", "Konge", "Lyn", "Okse", "Drage", "Øgle", "Ørn" and "Per".