A taller fellow with a larger physique who is commonly seen with a sword on his hip and a chest plate on his breast. He grew up in a modest town but quickly learned the harsh realities of life in the cold mountains, beast after beast was slayed by his hands awarding him great recognition among his kinsmen. Thus he moved on to the kingdom of Norland where he sought to find further glory in Morsgrad in the Alliance of Independent States. There he met with his brother who converted him to the Red Faith, teaching him about their struggle against the Long Dark. As a devout member he prays under his paragon Bjorn the “Berserker”, always ready for a fight. But Bran sought greater challenges, believing that none was to great for his might. So with a sword in his hand and a satchel on his back he charges head strong towards whatever uncertainty awaits him, accepting nothing but victory.
This type of mindset led him to lead a soldiers life. The vigor and drive that pushed him to victory was considered desirable among those seeking strong warriors and earning the respect of his peers, the respect Bran deserved, is what he desired most. In his eyes there was no beast, no sorcerer, and no warrior that he couldn’t overcome.
“I seek nothing more than the thrill of battle and conquering my foes no matter who they may be.” He says, holding his head up high and puffing his chest out. “However I claim that glory is yet to be seen but I know the best place to start, the one place where the finest soldiers in the region sharpen not only their swords but their wit and their skill.” Bran states, looking onward to the soldiers training quarters where he believes he can make a name for himself.
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