Captain Sigurd Ulfson

Biographical information

Birthplace Nordengaard Born Died Age 85 Home Mobile Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Male Height 6'11" Mass 300 lbs Hair color grey Eye color blue Skin color pale

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Mercenary Captain Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer The Honorable Created on Avatar Link the source of your character's image (use a reverse google image search if you are stuck)

Sigurd's past is shrouded and he quite likes it that way. Rumor has it that his father was a beserker and a legend among the Northmen. His mother was a giant that fell in love with his father's ferocity. They made love under the moon's light under a cold tundra sky and made their first and only child. Sigurd, the son of the Wolf became a hellion. A boy that broke the noses of boys became a cunning man that broke the wills of men. He grew up to kill on every shore from the Eretejva Tundra to Amol-Kalit. He sang songs and bedded whores and stashed coin on foreign shores. Now his time is coming to an end and his bones are weary. Time will tell how this old mercenary's life will end.

Yearts of battle and treating his body poorly has not treated him kindly. Sigurd has pale skin and a grey, balding head. His mustache is shaped into that of a handlebar, his beard that's a staple common to Northmen was shaved off long ago. He's tall and his back aches him. All the same, he maintains the appearance of a man that leads a warrior's life. Tall and strong as a man his age can be.

The mace, the sword, and his cunning. That is all a man his age needs.

Crass, gruff, mean, honest. Somewhere beneath it all is a heart of gold.