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Hieros Sandor

The Golden Boar, The Dawn Rider

MALE

BLOOD TYPE [b]PORK[/b]

KINGDOM

[b]Sandor Tribe of Grœnngarðr[/b]

OCCUPTATION

[b]Thane[/b]

PERSONALITY
[h3]ARROGANT : LOUD : JOLLY :
 PROUD : BRAVE : CURIOUS[/h3]

[u]STRENGTHS[/u]

He is Mighty, A True Warrior
He is Fearless, A leaders quality
He is Crafty, Always achieving victory
He is a Craftsman, An artist with a hammer
He is a Teller of Tales and Singer of Songs
He has imagination and sees with eyes unclouded by hate


[u]WEAKNESSES[/u]

He is Chauvinistic 
He is Pig Headed
He is a Glutton and a Drunk
He is a Womanizer
He is a Fool when it comes to the ways of the world and others
He is a Warrior and a Craftsman... not much else


APPEARANCE
This bear of a man is barrel chested, broad shouldered and wears a body of rippling muscle that gives him a look as a towering Jouten of old.  He bears a hundred hundred scars that he wears proudly, along with the tattoos of his faith and and clan.  He usually grows his beard and hair out, but hes here to swoon a princess... best make yourself look presentable.


HEIGHT │ 6'9"
HAIR COLOR │ [color=gold]Gold[/color]

WEIGHT │ 244lbs
EYE COLOR │ [color=blue]Blue[/color]


[u][b]LIKES[/b][/u]
A good woman by your side is sometimes all you need in all the world
Barring that, Alcohol will warm the hole in your stomach
To feel alive, it must be placed on the line, so hes always itching for a fight
The world of books are surprisingly insightful, he's taken them like a bear to honey
A song is the poem of the ancestors,  Music ignites the soul

[u][b]DISLIKES[/b][/u]
Lies are just another form of Cowardice
From the cold lands, sometimes the heat is truly unbearable
Suffer not weaklings and fools
They are important, but vegetables disagree with him
Too much clothes, he has worked hard for his body and likes to present it proudly


BIOGRAPHY

The monsters of the Meats they are called.  The raiders and warriors.  The tribes that fight themselves as much as any other.  Its because the land of the clans is a cold, rocky wasteland.  Good for shepards and flocks, but the ground only allows the basest and heartiest of vegetation to grow.  Not enough for a people to survive the winter.  And so, they raid.  They steal.  They fight.  That is the way.  That is survival.  That is what the gods intended.
Hieros is the second born of the Jarl Sandor.  The leader of the Sandor clan and among the largest and strongest of clans.  Even from birth, Hiero was said to be gifted by the gods.  He fought, trained, grew, a sharp mind, an insurmountable spirit.  He was the pinacle of the Meat Kingdom.  He with a single knife managed to put low a boar, giving him his true name, the Golden Boar, and like a boar, his appetites were ravenous.
He was part of the raids at the tender age of 14 summers, and had for the past 6 had been the warchief.  He filled his father, his people with pride and he had recieved many trophies, many scars, many women.  He had his sights on becoming Jarl.  Sights on making the clans strange and feared.  
But then he realized something.  Sail, Raid, Starve.  Same old same old.  Such is the way of things...  That was life for generations.  And despite the excitement of a shield arm being run like a bell when deflecting a challengers hammer, or the slick wet sound followed by the cry of a well timed thrust, Hieros is getting on in years and his own mortality is starting to weigh on him.  
He was a warrior fighting from battle to battle waiting for honorable death and death would never come.  It makes a man wonder if there might be something more to this.  The constant grind of life on the line, starving in winter, sailing in spring, repeat.  He knew he would marry, and subject his sons to the same.  If they didn’t die.  They would do the same thing.  It makes a man bored.  Makes a man wonder.  
The island of condiments came with it something unique.  The islands were riches aplenty.  The grains and fruits and spices.  It was all to be brought home and year after year the islands would pay tribute.  Last year, Hieros declared that perhaps they set up a colony here.  A village composed of the clans.  They would... farm.  They would... shepard and fish.  They would throw down their swords and pick up shovels.  For the young, this seemed a terrible fate, but the old infirm, the ones who couldnt fight any longer found an interesting alternative.  Something they could take pride in.
Hieros remained with them, overseeing the building of this village and he met the condimentites.  They showed him strange inventions from other lands.  They taught him of gods from across the sea and peoples.  It was amazing the stories he heard.  Learning about the people he sought to conquer and steal from.  He found that this way had a future.  This way had paths ahead that gave great wealth, great opportunities to the clans.  He know his progressive, cosmopolitan ideas would get push back from generations of repetition, so he needed a great act of power.  
He needed an alliance. 
 He needed a princess to marry.  He needed to come home a King.
 
TRIVIA
He has only just learned to read, and non-fiction is his favorite.
He has a fondness for Poetry and tries his hand at it, but quite poorly.
He keeps his progressive ideas largely to himself, as he does fear how it will effect his leadership among his people.  He is not a subtle man but he’s trying his damn’est.
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