A 'wee' lad of 19 summers. He's 6'3" and a muscular 14 stone.  A classic norseman with blue eyes, blonde hair and beard, and fair skin. His hair is long, reaching to below his shoulder blades when loose. It is usually tied back or else braided and curled up underneath his helmet.

His clothing, though of ordinary cloth is clean, well made and in good shape . His armor and weapons are well maintained though they have obviously seen much use. The armor is of a style from at least 20 years ago.


He  was born in a remote high mountain village. His mother, Freydis, was a Helbreder (healer) and his father, Sven, was a Vakt (Warden or Sentinel  - hunter and warrior).

“Your dreams are the words of the All Father” says the Åndsnakker (Spirit-Talker). "You are one of the Chosen."

"As one of the Chosen you must now leave the village and travel the outside world for a year and a day” the Lovtaler (Law-speaker) tells you. “So go forth and meet the Test the All Father has put before you with honor and courage.”

(Every few years one of the village youth is Chosen to venture out. Less than half ever return. Those that do bring knowledge and goods from the outside world (and occasionally a spouse).


•He is cheerful, optimistic, and more than a little naïve.
•He is a bit simple and not at all intellectual or book smart. (Big words and fancy rhetoric just confuse him.)
•However, he has strong sense of honor and of right and wrong.
•He is not very mannered.  (He is after all from a remote, almost barbaric, village).
•He is straight forward and blunt spoken.
•He is tongue-tied around women.