Name: Bródi Aensland
Race: Human
Class: Druid [Circle of the Moon]
Age: 18
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair: Dark brown, shoulder-length, shaggy saved an adorned braid at the right temple.
Eyes: Rich hazel

Markings/Distinguishing Features: Bródi's back and shoulders are covered in intricate silver-blue tattoos - a mix of the traditional, Northrun runic designs and Fey Wyld markings - all blended and intertwined in a beautiful markings that are visible in all forms.  A detail Bródi has not shared openly, but his closest and most trusted may realize, is how these markings have grown and altered as the young man has.

Description:  Bródi is an athletically built young man who seems to possess a majestic, almost primal, energy.  His shoulder length, dark brown hair is almost always shaggy and seems unkempt, unruly - sometimes even a little matted - all save the long, neat braids that runs down from his temple, woven and intertwined with bits of polished wood and gemstone beads and a feather or two.  The rest of his unruly locks are kept in check by being pulled back with a long, thin bit of soft leather that acts as a bandana of sorts.

His hazel eyes are rich and warm and inviting, yet seem to hold that same feral, primal energy of the rest of him.

When in 'civilized' areas (towns and what not), Bródi wears a simple and sleeveless leather jerkin with a double-row of buttons.  The sleeveless cut allows the silver-blue markings that cover his back and shoulders to be seen and grants a modicum of freedom in movement.  Around his waist is a thick leather belt with a large bronze and silver buckle (carved with two birds intertwined in flight, a wolf underneath) - a gift from Brenna Rock Hurler, his Jarl in Eastrun.  While it serves to hold up the loose fitting, woolen breeches he wears, it also holds the soft leather wrap around his waist - hanging like the bottom of a tabard in the front and covering his rear and the backs of his thighs, much like a kilt.  Fingerless gloves, the left one covering up most of his forearm, and soft, supple leather moccasin boots finish out the man's attire, turned down at the knee and showing a hint of the warm rabbit fur they are lined with.

Overall, the clothes are dark, earthen - the natural browns of richly tanned leather, deep woodsy green dye on the woolen breeches  He does, however, decorate the rich brown leather with blues, purples, and reds - often in patterns and swirls that represent a blend of the moon and stars, the markings of his tattoo, and the symbolism of his homeland.

Personality: A thinker, despite his fey-touched nature, Bródi is often smiling and laughing, trying to keep the spirits of those around him up.  Conversely, when caught in a quiet moment, his lips might be turned down in a slight, pensive frown, a single bushy brow arched as he finds himself lost in thought...

Brief History: A child of Northrun, and a Of Thunder, Bródi was born the day his father died defending Eastrun Hold from a raiding band of orcs.  According to some, it was the exact hour.  According to his mother, it was the exact minutes.  She states that she saw the spirit of the babe's father, a southern warrior who had earned his place in the north, appear to her just as Bródi's first cries filled the room.

He grew up a fun-loving and carefree child, learning the ways of Northrun and their traditions and past, and as much of the realm of Erilan, his father's birthplace, as his mother could manage.  A true Northman at heart, Bródi grew up learning a love of the land and how to survive, how to fight, how to take care of himself and others.  Family and clan were an important part of the young lad's life.

Then, one stormy night, while out exploring the ruins that dot Eastrun.  While exploring, the veil between the Fey Wyld and the Prime grew thin and Bródi found himself lost in a realm unlike any he had seen before...

...and then he simply returned.  He has memories and flashes of wonderful colors and smells, of a nature more pure, more primal, more wild than he ever believed could exist!  He met and made friends with wondrous beings.  To him, months had past.  In the prime?  But a single night.

He told few of this.  His mother, of course - she had always been a true child of nature, and his best friend and the man he considers his brother, Rhen Treison.  Tove Pale-Eye seems to know, but she seemed to know all about his time there. She, in turn, has shared many stories with the young Bródi.

In fact, he might be one of the few who knows her secrets, too...