Name: Hrolfr Bergfalk

Occupation: Hunter/Archer

Height: 6 ft

Weight: 190 lbs.

Appearance: Light blonde shoulder-length hair, with a beard just beginning to start on his face. His eyes are pale blue and his skin is pale. Broad shoulders and defined muscles, wearing furs and skins that he made himself. Has numerous tattoos of prayers dedicated to the gods, mostly on his torso and on his arms. 

Background History: His family home is in Beornhall, but he and his father spent most their days camping in Kingswood just south of the town. Raised off the land, his had father taught everything he knew about hunting to Hrolfr. His father would often tell of Hrolfr's marksmanship, believing Ull himself aids in his kills. At least, that's how it was when he was a youth. 

Hrolfr's mother had died when he was young, during childbirth. Hjori, the little brother Hrolfr would have had, also died. For years his father was devastated and had turned to drink, leaving him to fend for the family. 

His sister Kelda lives in the family house in Beornhall. She helps with keeping up the house while he's gone, and crafting clothing and preparing the meat from their kills to sell at market. Despite still loving their father, both Kelda and Hrolfr have grown bitter towards him; rarely ever seeing him. He makes his ritualistic claim of the coin his children earn at the market to feed his thirst.  

Unknown to their father, they had been putting away most of their earnings from the last season - claiming that Hrolfr's had bad luck in the Kingswood; planning to leave the village and their father behind one day and starting a new life.


Personality: Loves his family and has a dedication to the gods. Due to his skill with the bow, Hrolfr is convinced he was given a gift by the gods and seeks to find a sign for his purpose. He believes that life should made easy and simple, and just doesn't understand highborns. 

He has always enjoyed the traveling bards that he's come across, and often daydreams of learning the music and all the stories in their trade. He always bugs his sister to sing when he's home, jealous of her talent at it. 

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