Thurrald Stormwalker is a giant of a man. While not tall enough to see exactly eye-to-eye with a Goliath, he's certainly tall enough to give them a headbutt if he wanted too. That great physical size is coupled with a physique that can best be described as "sturdy as a Dwarf fortress." And not that idealized body that painters and sculptors imagine either, but a working man's body. That means corded muscles over a thick trunk of tattooed flesh. Which is a fancy way of saying that Thurrald looks like he enjoys ale and whole roasted boars, even while he's dead-lifting the corpse of a slain Dragon. Which, to be fair, he does. Blood stains and other less wholesome fluids often stain his clothing, which is more often than not more ruggedly functional rather than stylish.

His personal grooming habits matches his clothing choice. For the most part, his long hair and beard are wild and unkempt. However, as such things can often get caught or otherwise hinder, Thurrald will usually either tie it back, or if he is feeling bored and wants something to do, braid it. This, along with his other obvious physical attributes make him look like a wild mountain man, which he is. Or more accurately, used to be.

The unusual accessories that mark him as an oddity besides his above average height and weight are the massive spear he keeps on his person at all times, and the leather pouches and holsters that sit on his waist. Sometimes they are filled with mundane items like trail rations and coin. Other times they hold thieving tools. And sometimes they hold weapons that would definitely raise and eyebrow or two from local town guards, which is why he goes out of his way to only carry those items during times of extreme need, or at night. Or if it's daytime. Really, he doesn't need that much provocation to come out dressed for war.

Thurrald is a man of extremes in all things. Which is partially not his fault. Either way, when the big man is in the room, you know it. Loud, boisterous, and unwilling to be cowed, his forceful personality serves him well in most situations. Whether he is fighting some wicked monster beyond mortal ken, or ordering a meal from a street vendor. Which isn't to say that the man is uncaring or incapable of subtlety. It's just that he's lived a hard life, and doesn't have time to mess about. He has little patience for deception or time wasting traditions. Lies, senseless cruelty, and injustice are the three inevitable triggers that can send him over the edge.

Which isn't that hard to do. Because Thurrald is legendary. Quite literally. As the Blade of Ragnarok, rage is his constant companion. It usually takes all his self control to maintain a semblance of normalcy. So when he lets himself off the chain, its not so much that he has to work himself up, but simply let go. He is terrifying when under the effects of the berserkergang. More a mindless force of nature than a man. That dark aspect of himself has frightened away friends and lovers in the past, and he has a complicated relationship with his anger. On the one hand it gives him strength, and he has used it for good ends in the past. On the other, it frightens him too. There is always the danger of him hurting someone innocent by accident.

But Thurrald isn't all booming voice and fury. His tactless directness also makes him fall in love fast, and hard. He often jokes that if he gets to know a woman long enough, the chances of him proposing to her goes up by the hour. That self-deprecating humor hides a kernel of truth. His passions run strong, and deep. Considering his almost chronic inability to maintain a relationship, it is a strength and a weakness. Just as often as his heart is filled with joy and love, it is just as often filled with sorrow and a Dwarf drinking hall worth of empty ale steins.

Thurrald Stormwalker's history is a mystery, even to himself. He knows that he has a purpose set upon him by...someone. He is the Blade of Ragnarok, which means that he wakes from his long slumber any time that the world is threatened by some foe that is beyond the capabilities of typical mortals. But every time he wakes for his chosen purpose, his memory is hazy and indistinct. He isn't even sure his real name is Thurrald Stormwalker. That is simply the name on the cairn he woke up in this last time he rose. Aside from knowing his purpose, Thurrald knows that he worships Tyr, and fights in his name. But beyond that...only vague dreams and indistinct images fill his mind. Whatever the truth of his origins, Thurrald will fulfill his duty no matter how many times he is called. It isn't so much a compulsion as it is a bedrock fact of his personality. But the last time he woke, in order to battle Vorkalth of Many Shadows and destroyed the Shard of Creation, he made many fast boon companions. However, instead of returning to his ageless slumber, Thurrald remained awake. This fact has troubled him for some time, and he has been meaning to speak to his friends upon their reunion.