[Raivo Pohjois]
Age: 31
Physical Description:
Tall, pale, muscular and hairy. Waistlength, unclean, dirty-blonde hair and chest
length beard of a darker hue that hides a scar from his left ear to his jawline.
He also has many scars across his chest, arms, torso, and legs. Even while in
human form he has dagger-like teeth and jagged fingernails that could rival his
wolf form's claws. Typically dresses in furs and leathers underneath a brown cloak
of plain cloth. Still manages to make his expensive clothes look like rags.
Wolf form is a towering beast with the size and color of a lion, though the build
and form of a wolf. His eyes change from blue to green when he transforms, his
hair from dirty-blonde to yellow-gold.
Tribes: Works as a sellsword, formerly for an expansive guild network until he was
banished for killing an enemy by biting them in the neck (which happened in human
form).
Affiliations: James Purdy, leader of Irish guild chapter, former friend
Henry, Raivo's best friend, bartender and inkeeper of The Golden
Wolf, Raivo's favorite pub
Rank: Currently a freelance sellsword.
Family Bio: Son of Tuuli and Bridget Pohjois. Tuuli was a viking raider who
settled on the island after the force he was part of failed to conquer it. Bridget
was the daughter of a local brewer. Raivo was their only child, as he was
problematic and prone to tantrums. Eventually the family became embarassed by him
and moved deep into the wilderness where they lived off the land and Raivo learned
many of his survival skills.
Brief History: After years isolated in the wilderness with just his parents, a
pack of wolves found their cabin and attacked. Raivo escaped with a bite that left
his left hand permanently scarred. Having been taught how to hunt by his father,
he tracked down the wolves and sprung a surprise attack on them one morning while
they slept. This fight he managed to escape with some scratches, minor and major,
but which all healed eventually. Ravio believes his condition can be traced back
to this day.
One winter game became especially scarce and he was forced to migrate to the
nearest city where he spent his teen years theiving and selling. These connections
led him to a greater purpose, with higher returns, assassinations. After making a
comfortable living and valuable connections, he is introduced to the guild, who
sets up contracts with various clans. From then on he fought for whichever clans
paid the highest, but among so many others unlike himself, he made it a point to
never kill any other norsemen.
Morality: Ravio is a firm believer in the "Eat, drink and be merry" philosophy of
Epicurus.
Strategy in War: Head on, dual wielding.
Strategy in Social Situations: Telling and listening to war stories is his
favorite way to meet and learn about others. If someone doesn't have a battle
story to tell, they're not worth talking to unless they're providing you with ale.
Best Characteristics: Strength, battle prowess, dedication to ancestry
Worst Characteristics/Flaws: Alcoholism, short temper, recklessness/impulsiveness
Fears: The unknown, what may or may not be hiding, waiting to attack from the
shadows. Large, empty/open fields unsettle him but are not necessarily a fear. He
prefers crowded and cramped places, forests or cities, kind of the opposite of
claustrophobia.
Favorite memories: First battle. The adrenaline rush, pure extasy in the thrill of
hundreds fighting and dying around him, and doing some of the killing himself.
Age: 31
Physical Description:
Tall, pale, muscular and hairy. Waistlength, unclean, dirty-blonde hair and chest
length beard of a darker hue that hides a scar from his left ear to his jawline.
He also has many scars across his chest, arms, torso, and legs. Even while in
human form he has dagger-like teeth and jagged fingernails that could rival his
wolf form's claws. Typically dresses in furs and leathers underneath a brown cloak
of plain cloth. Still manages to make his expensive clothes look like rags.
Wolf form is a towering beast with the size and color of a lion, though the build
and form of a wolf. His eyes change from blue to green when he transforms, his
hair from dirty-blonde to yellow-gold.
Tribes: Works as a sellsword, formerly for an expansive guild network until he was
banished for killing an enemy by biting them in the neck (which happened in human
form).
Affiliations: James Purdy, leader of Irish guild chapter, former friend
Henry, Raivo's best friend, bartender and inkeeper of The Golden
Wolf, Raivo's favorite pub
Rank: Currently a freelance sellsword.
Family Bio: Son of Tuuli and Bridget Pohjois. Tuuli was a viking raider who
settled on the island after the force he was part of failed to conquer it. Bridget
was the daughter of a local brewer. Raivo was their only child, as he was
problematic and prone to tantrums. Eventually the family became embarassed by him
and moved deep into the wilderness where they lived off the land and Raivo learned
many of his survival skills.
Brief History: After years isolated in the wilderness with just his parents, a
pack of wolves found their cabin and attacked. Raivo escaped with a bite that left
his left hand permanently scarred. Having been taught how to hunt by his father,
he tracked down the wolves and sprung a surprise attack on them one morning while
they slept. This fight he managed to escape with some scratches, minor and major,
but which all healed eventually. Ravio believes his condition can be traced back
to this day.
One winter game became especially scarce and he was forced to migrate to the
nearest city where he spent his teen years theiving and selling. These connections
led him to a greater purpose, with higher returns, assassinations. After making a
comfortable living and valuable connections, he is introduced to the guild, who
sets up contracts with various clans. From then on he fought for whichever clans
paid the highest, but among so many others unlike himself, he made it a point to
never kill any other norsemen.
Morality: Ravio is a firm believer in the "Eat, drink and be merry" philosophy of
Epicurus.
Strategy in War: Head on, dual wielding.
Strategy in Social Situations: Telling and listening to war stories is his
favorite way to meet and learn about others. If someone doesn't have a battle
story to tell, they're not worth talking to unless they're providing you with ale.
Best Characteristics: Strength, battle prowess, dedication to ancestry
Worst Characteristics/Flaws: Alcoholism, short temper, recklessness/impulsiveness
Fears: The unknown, what may or may not be hiding, waiting to attack from the
shadows. Large, empty/open fields unsettle him but are not necessarily a fear. He
prefers crowded and cramped places, forests or cities, kind of the opposite of
claustrophobia.
Favorite memories: First battle. The adrenaline rush, pure extasy in the thrill of
hundreds fighting and dying around him, and doing some of the killing himself.
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