Beorn, son of Ulfsten and Irene, grew up in Thera but is quite unlike most other youths his age. His father was a roaming warrior and raider from far of lands, who settled down in the city when he was smitten with a baker's daughter who, despite her name meaning peace, knew how to handle this foreign brute and make a (mostly) honest man out of him. It also that she had a mean right hook, which they both agree is what she used to win his heart and respect. So Ulfsten learned to wear a proper toga, and to not pick fights in the streets or pillage the neighbours unless they asked for it. He also got a reputation for fighting like an angry bulldog in the wrestling rings and training halls around the city.

Fast forward two decades, and Beorn (spelled in a way more suitable for Thera than his father's home, much to Ulfsten's chagrin) is the image of his father, a strapping muscular lad with wavy blonde hair and an easy smile. He inherited his father's love of fighting and roaming, and is eager to set out on his own adventure. Of course, his mother hopes that some of the patience and meticulousness she tried to teach him while he helped her bake has also settled in his thick skull. It remains to be seen.

Just as quick to laughing as he is to punching, Beorn is a good friend to have. Both his parents instilled the idea of companionship and loyalty in him. His father to honor their warrior heritage, his mother because any friend who could stand being around oafs like her husband or son were keepers in her eyes.