Sívar Völík & Other Characters.

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Name : Sívar Frøydís/Völík

Nicknames : Bror

Age : 39

Race : Human

Eye Color(s) Two different shades of blue.

Height : 6'5

Weight : 215Lbs

Hair : Dark brown

 

Parents : Died from disease.
Siblings : None that he known of.
Children : Zevíar Frøydís

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Extended Family : The entire Völík clan.
 

Personal History : Sívar was born in the north on a small family owned farm in the mountains. He grown up working around the farm feeding animals and harvesting wheat though he never really had anytime for friends which made him rather odd in conversations with newer people.

 

Sívar loved to play around with almost any objects he can find, swinging them around pretending he was in a battle against armored warriors. For being a shy kid he had quite that imagination which brought him years later into becoming a Stúrandér, Fetching items carrying loot and taking water to the thirsty and tending to the wounded. After a couple of years of doing so, he was accepted as a Dreng. (Warrior) He was a rookie, though he fought furiously, trying to show his worth to the higher rankings wanting to become noticed from the others.

 

Later on in his life around his early twenties he met Finnvard, a great friend to him that was higher in the rankings. He showed him around, gave him stories of the gods about the halls, but more importantly, he told him to never fear death. A year to come upon a disease flowed through the small town, killing many of friends, animals and family including his own, the survivors left the north, sailing down to athera where they landed in Nerezza, another viking culture that was almost the same yet different. The Nerezzian's were quite startled of their appearance though greeted them all, Interested on their skills.

 

The Nerezzians soon accepted our people, allowing us to live in houses outside of their grand keep, use their crops and more importantly give us trust. Not to many came along though those who did all joined in on the clan that finnvard founded, the Völík's, We all became family, getting to know one and each other telling stories of our travels and battles from our old land.

 

Sívar had a child shortly after their arrival, the kid being moved away from Nerezza as a attack was about to happen soon on the land, everyone getting prepared for the time to come.

Years later after the attack, Sívar grown upset, sad of the death all around Nerezza from the attack by Oren, The clan slowly becoming less after the death of his friend and leader Finnvard.

 

Years after the pillage, Sívar decided it was time to leave, as Nerezza surrendered upon Oren, joining their commonwealth, The gods being soon forgotten by all of the Nerezzians and those who still followed the gods were exiled or even worse, executed.

He then joined in on a mercenary group called dunamis, serving under them for a short while before he finally decided on a plan of his own. https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/123847-the-will-of-a-northman/

 

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Name : Zevíar Frøydís

Nicknames : Zev

Age : 20

Race : Half-Elf

Eye Color : Light blue

Height : 6'2

Weight : 170lbs

Hair : Dark brown

Personal History : (Currently writing)

 

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Name : Anthony Volskavish.

Nicknames : Comrade, Ant

Race : Human

Profession Woodworker/Lumberjack

Personality : Though you may not see it through his manly looks, Anthony Is a very shy/socially awkward person. Though he is really outgoing when talking to people he's good friends with.

Eye Color(s) : A terrible incident occured in Anthony's eyes from seeing his parents and siblings die in front of him caused him to have two different shades of blue in his eyes though not giving him any benefit.

Height : 6"2

Weight : 169 Pounds.

Hair : Long dark-brown hair.

Habits : Going to pubs all around looking for a drink when he is upset or thinking about alot and gets really wasted to make himself feel "Better".

 

Fighting Style : Anthony likes to be in the back lines of combat with a longbow but if needed he is good at being quiet which makes him an excellent rogue.

Trained Weapon: Bow/Dagger

Favored Weapon: Long-Bows

 

Parents : Dead.
Siblings : Dead.
Children : None.
Extended Family : N/A
 

 

Personal History : The Volskavish family is most known for their sons, Anthony 16, Romero 15, and Elvasir age of 17 that ran away from home due to the following event of the surrender of the Duchy of Petrus which left them hungry and homeless. Anthony's two brothers died due to illness along their path to the Oren Capital leaving Anthony by himself lost, hopeless and upset of the death of his family.

 

At the age of 16 Anthony learned alot along his pathway to the new capital including Awareness, Crafting and a positive yet awkward apperance. As Anthony aged he loved to craft with wood by fletching arrows and equipment making him a fair woodworker. His awareness also made him a excellent Archer/Rogue making him a good person on the fields of war and combat.

 

 Once he made it to the capital he grown by begging people on the side areas of petrus begging for food if anyone was near him as he was starving and homeless. For fun he'd go watch around other peoples conversations lurking in the corners of tight areas or hiding behind something nearby. He slept next to the towers of the front gates with nothing to cover him besides himself wrapped around in his arms thinking of his Parents and Siblings.

 

Aging to about 23 Anthony made notice of few guards and managed to have someone offer him an application to join the regiment he fills it out and soon later gets a bird mentioning that he was just accepted into the Second Akovian Regiment as the ranking of a Draftee (Tenderfoot) he doesn't have much friends though he is hoping to make his dead family proud of where he is in his current state in life as a part of the Regiment.

 

Later on, he was falsely seen as a traitor of oren, him being executed by a man by the name of Kolohe Finn, a man that was once a good friend, his arms being chopped off and himself being thrown off a bridge.

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