A truly enormous man. 7 feet tall, 400lb of blacksmith muscle. Dark hair and dark eyes.  For someone his size he moves relatively lightly. Some say there must be some giant blood in him. His demeanour is quiet and solemn unless amongst trusted companions.   He says little but means what he says. A Thulander who is slow to anger but terrifying when he snaps. He has killed men with his thundering fists and left his homeland under a cloud after one such brawl.

The third son of a very minor chieftain he was sent to live with an uncle after cracking the skull of a grown man at the age of just 12.   Hence the knickname Stonefist. To find a use for his great strength he was put to work with the village smith and his strength grew as he grew ever taller and bigger.  His massively muscled arms are marked by old burns from the forge and his enormous hands are frighteningly strong. His appetite is prodigious.  Like many young warriors he participated in skirmishes and raids and his power and ferocity was feared by even his kin.  Many were pleased to see him leave. Unlike his fellow warriors’ berserker rage, Osric fights with a cold and silent determination to kill which is a truly terrifying sight in battle.  He has an uncanny instinct for guessing what his opponent’s next move will be.

Osric yearns for adventure and to become a great hero and be immortalised in the sagas. He never a stays too long in one place as he gets bored and craves excitement and battle to give vent to the great rage and frustration he sometimes feels building inside. He tends to intimidate without meaning to through his sheer physical presence and common folk find his grim demeanour unsettling.