Name: Gwildyr, Son of Andohar
Race: Cimmerian
Age: 47
Rank: Theroshan
Clan: War
Description: Gwildyr looks like a stout man. His eyes are light blue, like he could be enlightend by something… His slightly aged face shows signs of battle, an scar on the left cheek, yet another on the same place on the right cheek. He is equipped with his old companion, his sword. Dressed in pelted clothes with plate outside he look like an experienced man that knows how to weild a blade, or two
Background: Gwildyr was born in the end of the warmer period in Cimmeria, in a small village outside Venarium. Since he was youngling he's allways been intrested in the metal. Those stones that almost magically turns into something dangerous like a sword, dagger or axe. His father, Andohar, Son of Tungard, thaught Gwildyr to weild the metal and turn it to dangerous equipment like his beloved sword.
Still when Gwildyr was a young lad, he took farewell to his family and his village, ready to prove his skills with the metal, both in the ways of crafting and the way of fighting with it. That lead him to Venarium and he saw a robust man looking at him… Gwildyr went to the stout man and asked the man what he wanted… The stout man told Gwildyr he could have some use of a young man like Gwildyr…
Gwildyr joined the robust man named Thurell. They shared experiences with eachother. They both offered a helping hand to people that needed it and they ended up as mercenaries…
When Gwildyr was 28 years old Thurell and Gwildyr argued about something and they went separated ways… But Gwildyr started to recruit his own mercenaries and began to train them.
15 years later his mercenaries met another group of mercenaries… Thurell was in charge off them… This was a battle between two old friends… It ended up with Gwildyr killing his old friend… Gwildyr didn't want to do this… It was in self defence… Oh… It was his fault, he thought to himself… But 2 years later he seemed to see that "Crom did not give Thurell the right amount of strenght at birth…
