[b]Name:[/b] Arkadi Vasile

[b]Age/Race/Gender:[/b] 32; Varan; Male

[b]Profession:[/b] Axe man

[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] [hider=Appearace][img=http://ralemonade.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/viking.png][/hider]
To wield his rather large axe like a toy this 6'8 is burly and sometimes has trouble in small dwellings. This man from the north has thick beard and hair the color of gold. Arkadi has a long thick scar that stretches from the bridge of his nose to the right side of his face.

[b]Armor/Clothing:[/b] Arkadi wears a set of worn heavy mirror armor over chainmail. The northerner also wears a heavy cloak that was once colorfully decorated; now all it does is ward off the cold. Arkadi carries a pockmarked large buckler with six triangles arranged in a circle to keep him safe

[b]Weaponry:[/b] A large axe that would normally be two-handed for most men, but Arkadi uses a one-handed grip. Like many of his people he carries a bow, although he isn't as proficient in archery as melee.

[b]Other Items:[/b] Around his neck he wears a bone tusk that was whittled down into an idol of the Old God Perun. 

[b]Skills/Traits:[/b] Arkadi is quite strong and clever in his own way, although his superstitions can limit such cleverness. Due to his northern barbaric blood he can enter a state of beserking where the only goal is to kill as many of the enemy as possible.

[b]Powers/Abilities:[/b] He is no sorcerer!

[b]Personality/Morality:[/b] Arkadi treats everybody with a sense of honesty and straight forwardness you would expect of uncouth northerner. Inside he has a psychological scar and feels the need to protect everybody he can. That was an effect of an ill-fated battle during a campaign far from the fringes of his homelands.

[b]History:[/b] As a boy Arkadi was quite big and from an early age he was known to be destined for war. As he grew older his savagery in battles became known to all the north. He became a living legend to the kingdom leading them on many conquests. On his last conquest the army and the Tsar took too big of a bite leagues from home. The battles raged on for many months before the army was forced to disband by opposing forces. After rallying a few hundred men together they began a counter attack from behind and they slew around two hundred before they were surrounded. The leader of the forces of Irlesindia had great respect for the northern axe man and spared his life. Now the general didn't have much respect for the troops and they were promptly slaughtered. All he was left with was wounded pride and a nasty scar.

Since that day it's been two years and he has slowly been making his way home trying to get back to whatever is left of his old life. Along the way he has been attacked by countless brigands, how many he doesn't know, just enough to attract attention. The attention only led to more death of the bandits and a small amount of wealth to survive the next week. Making his way to a little inn in the Heartlands Arkadi was stopped by the rumbling of ground. After word of the demons that lay underneath Valuun's Keep he wanted no part, but outside of the keep lay the inn. Grudgingly he made a pact with himself investigate the area before beginning the long journey home.