Name: Volund Raskogr
Race: Aesir
Age: 42
Rank: Theroshan
Clan: Nature
Description: Volund is a typical looking Aesir, blonde of hair and blue of eye with a long golden beard. His face is slightly scarred and his nose somewhat broken. Age has taken a toll on him too, slight wrinkles along his brow and under his eyes. He can be seen dressed in different armour on a regular basis as such things are immaterial to him, but he takes great pride in the furs and ornaments he wears or carries and can be seen with many a nostalgic trinket hanging from his broad belt. Volund stands upright and tall, with a strongly built frame although not overly bulky. He moves with barbarian grace, strong and careful and with an obvious confidence.
Volund is usually grim-faced and dour around those he does not know. When a familiar face catches his eye, his face brightens and a broad smile crosses his face, usually followed by a hearty laugh or perhaps slap on the aforementioned persons back. When around animals of all sorts, Volund’s features soften and he looks upon the beast with an almost patriarchal pride, showing great respect yet dominance.
Background: Claiming his heritage from the snow covered wastes of Asgard; Volund was a foolish, fierce and arrogant warrior-shaman in his early years, raiding and pillaging like most of the virile barbarian Aesir tribes. He found in his early youth he had subtle shamanistic skills, which although weak and insubstantial, elevated him to a high position in his tribe. Even though he was well respected and admired for his strength, good life and his shamanistic skills he was forced out of his homeland for betraying his wife, Olga, by drunkenly committing adultery with a local married Aesir woman. In Asgard, any man caught in adultery is stripped of his belongings, and forced to cross the snow plains naked. In this way he is supposed to freeze to death and never gain his chance to reside in the Halls of Valhalla.
Although Volund was banished to such a fate, he survived through a chance encounter with a great hostile snow bear, with which he wrestled for hours but finally killed with a nearby discarded broken hunting knife he found half-buried in the snow. He crudely skinned the fur from its body with his newly acquired knife and wrapped the thick fur about him. After the eventful encounter with the great snow bear, Volund felt a gradual change overcome him as he travelled southward. He could suddenly hear the wind’s whisper in his ear, the snow’s crunch beneath his feet and the spirits of the Nature within his soul with great sensation and awareness. Volund gradually travelled far, to the southern civilised lands, selling his fighting skills as a mercenary to any that would pay.
