Post by Ringulf on Jul 14, 2012 23:22:52 GMT -5
Age: not exactly sure but just passing his prime
Gender: Male
Profession: Matig of Hallasholm, wandering duelist
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Profession: Matig of Hallasholm, wandering duelist
Appearance:
Hengist "Half Troll" is 6' 9" tall heavily muscled but long limbed. he weighs in at around 380 lbs and looks even bigger as most of the time he is dressed fully in armor and furs.Personality:
He has the scars of a hundred battles all over his body, He has a long reddish beard and mustach and shoulder legnth reddish hair with a beetling brow adorned by shaggy full eyebrows. He is a bit long in the tooth and does not do much to tame his wild appearance. His normal expression is quiet, passive and withdrawn, but in reality there is little that escapes him. When he puts on his "gameface" he thrusts his head forward and down and his armored shoulders come up. His eyes slit and his brows drop. A sneer forms on both sides of his mouth showing a very wolfish row of teeth and flared nostrils and he uses a penetrating stare that is unbrakeable should the object of it even want to remain in it for more than a few seconds.
Aside from his armor(described below) he wears very little, some brown bearskin garments with a green overtunic, green leg wrappings fastened with reddish brown leather, short boots and a belt with many odd and unmatched pouches.
He is elsewhere hursuite and ruddy of complexion, with light blue eyes.
His appearance is manufactured carefully to ellicit just the response he normally gets.History:
He can be the worst thing you could ever face, though you would most probobly never live to describe it. As a pit fighter, duelist or mercernary, he is almost unmatched. He is at the top of his proffession and rarely needs to prove it any longer. Most wise men fear him, most proper women shun him....most.
But Hengist is a bit of a quandry too. He is not normally violent or uncontrolled, though when this does happen, it happens very quickly and in a ruthlessly, efficient manner. He has a very strict personal code of honor and lawfullness, but will not hesitate in anything he feels prepared to do.
He never backs down, though he may choose his own ground. He never fights unfairly or without honor as he has respect for himself and pride in his skill and reputation.
As stated above he is very observant and is situationally aware. This does not mean he is extremely intellegent, but there is much more going on up under the horned metal helm than you would think.
He is very well versed in his proffession and loves to work with animals espesially horses. He also loves children. He will spend time with animals over humans if possible as they see him for what he is without judgement, and children who are not frightened by his apperance find him a very enjoyable playmate.
He is not good with numbers or words or complicated strategies but is very discerning when it comes to people.
Hengist was born on a very stormy night his mother delivered two sons giving her life to do so. The two infants were both so large that not only did they kill their mother during childbirth, their father could not fathom how he would feed and care for them both unless he hitched them to a wagon. He fostered one out to a traveller that was staying in the same hall he was and never saw his other son again. He was not particularly saddened by this as he knew that the two were not even truly his sons. His wife would not admit to who the father truly was. The couple had drifted appart prior to the birth, and Hengist's father looked at her death as a new start and a chance for freedom. He took Hengist and raised him, training him to fight as he had done in his youth and enterd him in the pits and arenas from the time he could stand. The boy was always ahead of the rest in size and stregnth and his father treated him like a prized fighting horse, managed wisely and fed well, healed and rested when needed. Hengist did not dissapoint. In his many long years in the ring and even as a mercernary aferwards there had only been one man who ever vanquished him and that man had dissapeared after mauling him so badly that it took months for him to recover. When he did recover he became a duelist wandering all over Skandia, Teutland and even more remote parts of the continent. He made a fortune dueling men and claiming thier money, lands and goods when they were defeated. His father died on the road and Hengist tried to manage alone , However his lack of buisiness sense eventually left him impoverished. He sold himself into slavery to a Jarl that offered put him back into the fighting circles and he returned to his former condition though he was not free to enjoy it. He became his master's bodyguard When not in competition and rose to power until one night his master dishonored him while in a drunken rage and Hengist killed him thus winning back his freedom. He knew his faults well enough to except the help of a young Skald and jonguler he knew from his master's hall. and together they have become a formidable team.Additional Information:
Hengist wears a collection of armor that is rather eclectic. He has gathered it peice by peice from his vanquished opponents. As this is the case, nothing matches anything else, however he keeps each peice according to its signifigance to him and the difficulty it took to win. As such it is everchanging. He carries a set of matching hammers that are made in the shape of goat's heads, he has a large Gualic pattern welded sword that he can weild with one hand but most would use two. He normally carries a round shield but they come and go quickly as shields are very much expendable in his line of work. He knows how to mend and care for his armor and clothing and knows how to make a shield, but that is the extent of his crafting ability. He has no animals, but as said before, Hengist is very good with them, and good at training them. He trains horses but will not ride anything less than a full sized draft horse, quoting an old phrase that his father used to spout when Hengist asked for a horse of his own, that: "Corpulence or great size is cruel to a riding horse, you may as well let one ride you!"
He caries a dagger strapped to his right thigh and a drinking horn wich gets allot of usewereever he goes on a rough hempen cord.
He also wears a small medallion around his neck of a bear. it's meaning and signifigance is known only to himself.