If it bleeds, then I can kill it.
Social Rank: 8
Concept: Northern Sellsword
Height: Taller than 6'6"
Hair Color: Light
Eye Color: Pale
Skintone: Almost ivory
Description: Nothing about this northern-blooded fellow indicates his growth is not a natural one : Agnarr's physique is broad, but not overdeveloped, with strong thews and symmetrical proportions. Standing above six and a half feet, and typically augmented by a helm and thick boots, his bearing is difficult not to notice. His face isn't quite as attention-catching; his straight nose bears a notch of a scar, his jaw juts slightly, but otherwise his mien is long and solemn, save for his pale eyes that tend far more towards grays rather than blues in the light. His crown is dusted with neatly-trimmed locks of an unremarkable blond, but his equally-groomed beard veers more towards the reds of hair color. Overall, he maintains a well-kept appearance, with his nails filed regularly, his teeth picked free of leftovers, his battle-scars kept covered more often than not, presenting an image of stalwart health - or alternatively, a form of advertisment for the trade he plies.
(He's taken to wearing his beard in small plaits, often skillfully done.)
Personality: Generally taciturn and seemingly devoid of a sense of humor, Agnarr keeps largely to himself, at least on the surface, pragmatically earning his coin through the profession of arms. He expresses a deep faith in the spirits and an unyielding nature: his appearance is apt, considering his temperament.
Background: Of common, albeit healthy stock, Agnarr tired of work on the farm and sought to relieve his family of the burden of his appetite, as well as strike out on his own. He stole away in the night with one of the farmstead's felling axes, offering service as a caravan hand - and eventually that grew to caravan guard, until he'd earned enough coin to purchase a proper panoply for himself. With a fair amount of experience underneath his (surprisingly trim) belt, he seeks work rather more in the southern reaches.
|Arianna||The man is a fierce combatant, I would be terrified but exhilirated to face him - in honorable combat.|
|Asher||Big, soft-spoken, terribly Redrain stereotype. However, he does meander off that stereotype by being both intelligent, and rather than not knowing when to speak, knowing when to not speak at all.|
|Christine||A big tall northern kid. He seems nice enough, and the curious sort.|
|Darren||Crazy tall, crazy big, and I remain insanely glad that he is on our side of the fight. Glad to have him in my service, and I continue to look forward to learning more about him and fighting alongside him.|
|Eithne||Right so, this is the guy who was at the Grotto and joined in at the pool where Ferrando and I were floating about. He jumped in, cannonball style I believe - maybe I'm making that up - and proceeded to scrub-a-dub-dub. Haven't seen him since until he came into the shop tonight. Gotta get this Northman into some metal!|
|Esoka||A very large sellsword who hits things very hard. These are things I respect. I owe him a drink.|
|Ferrando||The Housecarl is like a impossibly steep mountain you try to climb to challenge yourself, not to get to the top but to see how far up you can make it. A deadpan mountain with a really big sword. I think this metaphor is maybe not really working out so well. The point being, one of these days I'm not going to lose in the training center!|
|Fortunato||Good, solid fellow, likes my art enough that it's flattering. Never really seen him in action, would like to. Bit funny, more charming than you might expect.|
|Insaya||Well, he's certainly tall, isn't he!|
|Leola||One of the Few, and, I assume, their battering ram if they need to take castles. Seems to move through life as though aware he could accidentally crush anything he brushes.|
|Magpie||Every time Magpie has seen Agnarr he's seemed rather grouchy. That said, he's also a tough bastard and not afraid to take advantage of generosity or ask for payment. There's something to be admired about a sellsword that truly always thinks about the bottom line.|
|Petal||He is so big! Very big! He also seems to like teasing me. I wish I could serve him better, but it is so hard to keep up with all my orders. I will try.|
|Reese||Reese remembers thinking that Agnarr is big very big! She saw him as a challenging fighter with skills beyond her own and hoped to one day be able to stand against him. She hopes they can be friends now, but she isn't sure of Agnarr considers her such. She wants im to think that she can keep Luca happy since he made the comments about the elf. And she wants him to respect her as a warrior. One day say she hopes to defeat him at one-on-one combat.|
|Reyna||Shared his flask of whiskey. Seems a bit suspicious of other, doesn't really simle, gonna have to fix that.|
|Saedrus||I think I can be forgiven if my very first impression of Agnarr was that of surprise for the man's height. He is truly a giant; they must grow them tall in the North. It would be unfair to think him brutish for it though, his manners do not befit a barbarian he might come across as. Rough, perhaps, but there must be more than muscle to the northerner -- not that I would want to be on the other side of a fight with him either.|
|Silas||A skilled mercenary from the Valorous Few who has taught me a few things and has aided the Iron Guard on occasion. A little rough around the edges, sure, but the best ones always are.|
|Skapti||For a man that's likely never been on the Salt for more than a week's worth a time in his life there's more than a passing similarity, at points.|
|Sparte||A man that doesn't take well to softness in others. I feel like he has seen hardships that most here in the compact, even after the siege, will never know. I mean, I don't KNOW he has seen those hardships. He doesn't really talk about that stuff. Or much of anything, now that I think about it.|
|Tarik||I have to say I am more impressed with how he speaks and navigates a conversation than his sheer size. Strength can only take you so far in life, but a clever mind will allow you to overcome any obstacles.|
|Thistle||I like him. I like his whiskey even more. There is something refreshing about talking to northerners.|
|Valery||Huge fighter. He can be really rude and insulting. At least he's nice with the mice.|
|Victus||The giant of Redrain. There's a lot of those, but he's definitely one of them. Holds his liquor to a unique degree, that much makes him alright to me.|
|Warrick||I'm pretty sure you don't want to lose a duel to this guy, if only because he'll probably fall on you and crush you dead.|