[hider=Harek Hallson] Name: Harek Hallson Race/Faction: Viking Raider Age: 32 Description: Harek is slightly taller than the average man at 5'11" and weighs about 195 lbs. Harek wears no armor as is tradition by Úlfhéðnar. He wears the wolf head that signifies his position with pride. He has long blond hair and a scraggly beard; with deep blue eyes he is the personification of Norse blood. He has scars crisscrossed across his body (probably a byproduct of not wearing armor), though his face is surprisingly unscathed. [hider=He is the one on the left. Your left.] [img]http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/deadliestfiction/images/8/81/Ulfhednar1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120708002816[/img] [/hider] "Class": Úlfhéðnar History: Harek is a Úlfhéðnar. That is all that needs to be said about what he has endured. A personal warrior of Odin, he has gone through endless pain to reach where he has today. His father was a raider, his father's father was a raider, and so on. Raiding was in his blood, so it was natural for him to join a long ship to the west when he came of age. That is where he found himself; the heat of combat made his blood boil, the blood of his enemies was the sweetest nectar, his sword biting into his enemies gave him immense joy. He was in love, in love with war. He only returned to his homeland when forced to, preferring to "hunt" prey in the pathetic Christian lands. After years slaughtering in the British Isles he earned his bearskin. Now a full fledged beserker he was among the elite of the Viking raiders. He enjoyed the promotion because it meant he had more chances to kill. More chances to taste the blood of his enemies. The next part of his life was a blur of constant combat and pain. Fight, heal, fight, heal, fight, heal......... He loved it. Eventually he was chosen to be a warrior of Odin. The hofgothi tested his body, pushing him to his thresh hold of pain and life. Harek emerged from it a changed man, no longer afraid of death he was a true servant of Odin. He was a weapon for the gods to use against their enemies. Strengths: Incredible warrior; fearless; terrifying Weakness: blood crazed; quite insane; fanatic What is the most important thing to know about your character? He is an insane, homicidal, maniac who kills for the fun of it. What is your character's greatest flaw? Well...... as previously mentioned he is an insane, homicidal, maniac who kills for the fun of it. So yeah..... [hider=my example] It was always annoying working with a newer raiding party. Of course the skirl was a veteran raider, but it was his first time leading his own raid. That had lead him into making some rookie mistakes, all very minor. Those minor mistakes though have compounded into the raiding party being barricaded inside a small hamlet, surrounded by a large militia made up of the surrounding villages. The skirl had stayed in this area for too long, causing the villages to finally strike back against the raiders with organized resistance. They had been enjoying themselves in the small village when the militia came out of the woods already surrounding the village. They numbered about three times the viking's numbers. Harek had been eating an apple from the village's food supplies when the militia came out of the woods. That had been two hours ago and the rookie captain had yet to think of a way out of this. Harek was tired of waiting and wanted blood. He had gave the captain a chance, but time was up. Getting up he walked over to the captain and nudged him with his boot. "Get a fire started and bring me any men with bows. Prepare the rest for battle." Harek began to stretch his sword arm and check his sword for rust. When the fire began to burn brightly Harek waved the five men who had brought bows for hunting over to him. He looked over at the armed peasants over in the woods and had the archers shoot one volley into the woods. The trees blocked most of the arrows, but one managed to land into the crowd of men. The peasant scooted back from where they thought the range of the arrows are. Harek turned around and told the men with axes to start cutting cottages into firewood. Harek couldn't wait much longer, he needed a fight. He needed to make a hole in the enemy and he was fairly sure he knew how. The formation of Vikings slowly made their way towards the peasants. They were chanting while pressing forward in a shield wall. The peasants were backing up every time the vikings took a step forward. They weren't seasoned warriors like the vikings and most had never killed a man before. The militia had backed farther and farther into the woods. As the vikings reached the edge of the forest they stopped and for a second the world was silent. Harek stepped out of the formation in one hand his sword and in the other a burning plank from one of the houses. As he took a few steps forward he could feel the the dead leaves beneath his feet. It had been a while since rain had fallen. He held the flaming stick out in front of him and looked deep into the fire. He then turned to the right and threw the stick. It spun for a bit then landed in the brush a distance away. For a second nothing happened then a small flame could be seen growing. Harek let out a shout and 15 other torches came flying out of the formation and began to make more small fires. The fire began to spread and grow quickly. The militia began to back away from the fires, causing a group to be isolated from the rest of their comrades. Harek let out a war cry and charged the isolated group. His fellow raider broke the shield wall and also charged. The combat was brutally short and the vikings showed no mercy. As Harek struck down the last man he looked for another target, seeing the frightened faces on the other side of the fire and began to sprint toward the fire. Right before he reached the fire three vikings grabbed him and began dragging him away. Harek was screaming bloody murder at the vikings telling them to let him go. The Vikings made their escape in the cover of the fire. [/hider] [/hider]