CHARACTER NAME: Halfdan Olegson
PLAYER NAME: Michael Hannes
AGE: 29
RACE: Ulven/Path of the Great Wolf
CLASS: Warrior
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Brown
OCCUPATION: Farmer/Laborer
RELATIONSHIPS: Signe Ironshear, Hildr Ironshear, Froden Nightblossom, Æsa
BIO SUMMARY:
My name is Halfdan Olegson. I come from a long line of turnip farmers and have lived on the family farm in the village of Molvun in Clan Nightriver my whole life. Our farm goes back to my great great great grandfather Oleg Halfdanson, who passed the farm down to his son Halfdan Olegson, who passed it to his son Oleg Halfdanson, who passed it to his son Halfdan Olegson, who passed it to my father Oleg Halfdanson who was going to pass it to me, Halfdan Olegson. The day started like any other, I woke up, washed my face and got ready for the day’s chores. We needed more wood for the kitchen to cook with so I was tasked with felling trees while my father Oleg tended the fields with our beloved steer Sigi, and my mother Olga and sister Gida were busy weaving and preparing the days meals.
By the time I chopped down and split about three trees the sun was blazing high. I was beginning to make my way back home to get some food when I saw smoke coming from the village. I ran as fast as I could to the farm and found Sigi dead in the field, and my father fighting a couple of Grimward raiders. “Go find your mother and sister!! I can handle this!” he shouted to me. I ran as fast as I could back to the house only to find it burning. I looked inside to find my mother and sister laying in pools of their own blood. As the blaze continued it was too hot for me to try and reach their bodies. Before I could react the roof collapsed and buried them in the rubble. I didn’t have time to mourn, I had to go back to the fields and help my father with the raiders, but by the time I got back he had been cut down. I looked as one of the raiders had been wounded pretty badly and the other didn’t even have a scratch. As they turned to look at me I froze. I wasn’t a fighter, I was a farmer. These were battle hardened raiders, what chance did I have? As they began to walk towards me I gripped my axe preparing for my death. With every step closer my body began to shake more and more until my sight turned blood red. I had never felt this anger before, this hatred, this….rage. It burned in my chest hotter than the blaze that took my mother and sister. I let out a roar of pain and anger and charged forward to meet them. I don’t remember fighting, I don’t remember being hit, all I remember is standing over the raiders bodies and my axe dripping with their blood. As I calmed down I realized I had taken a pretty nasty gash to my leg. Luckily it didn’t seem too bad, my mother taught me basic first aid and that should do just fine.
After I bandaged my leg I made my way back to the village to see if there were others that needed any help. It seems like the raid had ended just as fast as it began. I moved from house to house helping everyone I could that needed basic first aid. Anything more grievous I was unable to do anything. Some of the other villagers spoke of how other villages had been hit by Grimward raids and that refugees were gathering in Onrich. I was also told about how Grimward has joined with Clan Stonetooth and executed the barbaric murder of Branthur Nightriver. Upon arrival it was a ghastly sight. Wounded refugees pouring in from surrounding villages. As I made my way into the village I heard others calling for aid to take up arms and fight back against Grimward. They were farmers like I was and a fire burned in their hearts just like mine. I held my axe high and told them I would fight, and before long I had joined the ranks of the Ulfen Hirðmaðr. I will avenge my family and my farm. I may only be a simple farmer, but I will fight until my last breath to try and make a difference. I am Halfdan Olegson….and I am out for blood.