[@POOHEAD189] I went a different route. Torsten is a Norgardian Raider/Huntsman, submitted for your review... [hider=Torsten Meier] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/CvWFgJe.png?1[/img] [u][b][h2]Torsten Meier[/h2][/b][/u] Norgardian | 31 | Male[/center] [u][b]Appearance[/b][/u] [indent]Torsten is a lean, wiry man who stands just under six feet at 5’ 11 ¾” (182 cm). The Norgardian raider’s features have always been somewhat dark or sullen. He is the type of person to stay to himself, seemingly lost in thought. Torsten is attracted to women who feel the need to fix a man because the lonesome huntsman appears to be in need of repair. He doesn’t, but she would feel the need to fix him. He is not unattractive. His armor is made up of bits of leather or studded leather with a lamellar brigandine formed of small steel plates covered in leather. His armor is often covered by furs and a grey cloak. Torsten does not look like an imposing figure, but his agility and quickness on his feet make him a deadly match one on one.[/indent] [u][b]Personality[/b][/u] [indent]Torsten was often considered a recluse by those who knew him. His seemingly quiet demeanor, when provoked leads towards outbursts of anger. Although, he is not the type to strike with a powerful fist, he can turn a fight to his advantage quickly and bring a larger man down with rapid successive blows to vital body parts. For the most part he is cool and collected. Insulting his Northern heritage or betraying his trust will get the hackles up for him. Then you know you are in trouble.[/indent] [u][b]Background[/b][/u] [list]Sailor/Raider Huntsman/Tracker Comes from a long line of hunters/raiders.[/list] [u][b]History[/b][/u] [indent]Torsten was raised near the coast living off the bounty of the sea. While most men in the village trawled the sea in search of their catch, his father along with a small group of others, hunted the forests for stags and other game to eat. From an early age, Torsten learned to track animals as well as men. His father taught him to read signs on the ground as well as snif the air and listen for clues as what was going on around him; where his prey was waiting, feeding, ready to die.[/indent] [indent]As a young man, Torsten was compelled to leave the village on a quest of manhood. It was the right, nay obligation of every male to suffer trials towards becoming a man. Armed only with a small blade, a dagger, Torsten was cast from the village until he completed his trials. Only he would know when the trials were complete and then he could return to his home. He went into the mountains during the first snow of the season. An old hunting cabin, badly in need of repair atop a wind swept hill. He made this hovel his home during his trials.[/indent] [indent]The pangs of hunger took him first, forcing him to hunt. He fashioned a bow out of hickory and hemp. He shaped the wood with his dagger, making notches at both ends for the string, manufactured out of dried hemp. It was strong and could withstand the pull of the bow. Satisfied with the pull of his bow, he manufactured arrows out of the same hickory with eagle feathers to guide them. He crafted at least a few dozen to use on his prey.[/indent] [indent]The first night in the woods, he did not eat. He spent that day preparing his home and his tools. He was hungry. The sensation gnawed on him. He would eat the next day…or be eaten.[/indent] [indent]The forest now covered in snow, he tracked a heavy stag. He could tell its weight, by the depths of the footprints. He knew he was close, but was he alone? A howling wolf answered his question. There were definitely other predators in forest. The pack moved in close. They did not want this intruder to steal their meal. They circled him baring their teeth, snarling and growling. A few yaps and barks. Torsten kept his eyes on the pack--five wolves, four of whom were grey.[/indent] [Indent]With an arrow notched, he loosed one at the largest; possibly the alpha who whined loudly with a yalp and dropped back a few yards. The one to his left charged Torsten who had no time to notch another arrow. He dropped the bow, took a few steps back, steeling himself for the beast to leap. The beast hurled himself forward off his strong haunches, teeth bared ready to kill. The dog impaled himself on Torsten’s unsheathed knife. He used his left hand to keep the dog from biting his face.[/indent] [Indent]A third and fourth wolf charged at him as he backed up to a standing position. He swung his small blade at the two wolves who hesitated, rather than attack. They took a second thought running off into the trees along with the fifth, an albino with red eyes, who chose only to stand and watch the events unfold. It was as though she was gathering intelligence on a potential enemy. She obviously felt respect was warranted with this hunter.[/indent] [Indent]By the springtime, Torsten returned to his village a man, wearing pelts he took from beasts. His first beard covered his chin and face, eventually to be shaven off. His trials were successfully completed, and he was welcomed back into the village. The villagers feasted his accomplishment and then returned to their work after a week of revelry.[/indent] [indent]Eventually, Torsten Meier chose it was best for him to leave the small fishing village. His personal quest was seeking wealth and adventure ever since. That was five years ago.[/indent] [u][b]Motivation[/b][/u] [indent]To continue his quest for adventure and wealth. His private greed and quest for something he felt [i]missing[/i] in his soul drove him. If the task is worth it, he will accept an employment offer.[/indent] [center][h3][b]Capabilities[/b][/h3][/center] [u][b]Attributes[/b][/u] [u][b]Combat[/b][/u] [1/1] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*] One Handed Sword: 1 [*] One Handed Cleaving: 1 [*] Dual Wielding: 1 [*] Archery: 2 [*] Unarmed: 1 [/list][/indent] [u][b]Intelligence[/b][/u] [1/1] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*] Bestiary: 2 [*] Legendary: 1 [/list][/indent] [u][b]Charisma[/b][/u] [1/1] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*] [*] [*] [/list][/indent] [u][b]Health[/b][/u] [1/1] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*] Strength: 1 [*] Stamina: 2 [*] Cold Resistance: 1 [/list][/indent] [u][b]Faculties[/b][/u] [0/1] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*] Perception: 2 [*] Tracking: 2 [*] Willpower: 1 [*] Woodcraft: 1 [/list][/indent] [u][b]Agility[/b][/u] [0/1] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*] Run: 1 [*] Balance: 2 [*] Outdoor Climbing: 1 [*] Ride: 1 [/list][/indent] [u][b]Mysticism[/b][/u] [0/3] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*] [*] [*] [/list][/indent] [hr] [u][b]Equipment[/b][/u] [indent][list] [*] Lammellar Brigandine Armor [*] High soft leather boots [*] Studded leather vambraces [*] Leather greaves and paulders [*] Furs & grey cloak [*] handcrafted bow and a quiver of arrows [*] hand axe [*] shortsword [*] knife/dagger [*] pack containing some food and other essentials. [*] pouch containing his coins, mentioned below. [/list][/indent] [u][b]Money[/b][/u] [indent][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/20475]3 Royals (Gold)[/url] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/20476]5 Lordlings (Silver)[/url] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/20477]79 Commons (Copper)[/url][/indent] [u][b]Languages[/b][/u] [indent]Northern & Grim Northern[/indent][/hider] [@Flagg] Assuming we get in, our characters are both Norgardian and could have known each other at some point.