Hafndr Greycloak

Race: Nords
Class: Cerberus
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Guild: N/A




Height: 7'2"
Weight: 260 Pounds
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: Neck-length
Skin Color: Dark Tan
Special Looks: A scar, on the top of his head, above his left eye.
Normal Attire: He wears a massive black tunic; fit to his massive frame. He wears black pants, tucked into massive boots. He, under the tunic, wears half-plate armor. It's hard to see as he's so large anyway, so this tunic just seems right for his size. This ensemble is also kept together by a leather belt, with holsters. Even with all the previously stated clothing and armor, his bulk is still easily seen from under all of this.

This bulk, while not for show, is impressive. His body, bulky, is quite literally double the size of most other people. While he doesn't have a six pack, it's obvious he's strong. He has the sort of strongman build; made for practicality. This means he doesn't have the overt six-pack most would think he has. He doesn't have anything like that. In fact, he looks slightly fat. It's the sort of fat that makes it easier to survive in the winter.
Combat Attire: Same as up there.




History: Born a Nord, he's large and proud. Even among the Nords, he's much larger. He was born large and impressive, and holds endurance and strength above most others even in his older age. He met with Cary when he was 25, and was given a quest. A quest he is currently trying to do, even 10 years later. He still remembers it all. Being promised a woman who's amazingly beautiful, a masterful cook, and skilled with the blade! A dream woman! However, he has to get this quest done, which has taken him even this long.

He's been wandering the land, stopping in libraries and taverns alike to try and figure out what she meant. He wanders constantly, taking small jobs to fill up his pouch. It's so he can drink, of course. He isn't particularly legendary, except maybe for his size. His capability with equipment isn't so high that he can't be beaten. His strength, while formidable, isn't often used in such a forward way. It's used in carrying all he does.

He wasn't a very interesting child, admittedly. He often fought other kids, as it was fun. He'd win, as he was both bigger and stronger. Not to mention, he spent all of his childhood training.

There is one fight of note in his history. He was fighting another Nord. He was about 24, and had a foot on his opponent. This isn't to say his opponent was small. He was a Nord, making him bulkier than an average human. What happened? Hafndr got outskilled, out-fought. Every time he'd go for a swipe, the shield would be there to counter. This man was his friend, of course. They fought, and the fight ended when the slash that gave him the scar landed. There was no point in continuing after that. He had lost.

Personality: He's a simple man. He likes copious amounts of food and drink. This delights him when he can get these simple things. He's also quite happy to split skulls. He knows, and admits, that he's not the brightest. He's never had to be. He's always been able to charge in headfirst. While one of his favorite things to do is split a skull, he tries to split them without murdering the fella. He doesn't like murder, as he feels like it ends it all too quick. He doesn't think of it sadistically, so much as he just feels crippling is better than murdering.

He worships Cary, and was sent on a near impossible mission years ago. He still is attempting to finish it, even now. He finds no reason to give up; even as it's led him out of his homeland. He's nearly forgotten the quest many times. He's been trying to get strong enough to do it since he was a young lad of 25, and a lot of his goals are to get it down. More on the fact that he constantly runs in. He takes this into every part of life. Every single one of his problems, he handles head on.

If he feels sad? He hits things, be them trees or people, to deal with it. Anger? He takes that out in bar-fights, typically. His height and strength allow him to win these fights typically, and his experience in fighting gives him the edge over most of the young fellows at the bar.

He's also dreadfully honest. He will always say how he feels, and brave the consequences. He finds no point in lying, as people will find out in the end anyway. It's better to tell them forward, as then they find out right away, and you never have to wait in fear.


Likes:
• Food
• Drink
• Splitting Skulls, non-lethally.

Dislikes:
• Murdering people
• Swimming(Because he sinks like a rock)
• Thieves; the sort that won't fight head on.

Fears:
• Drowning; as he sucks at swimming.
• Dying of old age before he finished the quest.
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Motivations:
• To get more food
• To get more drink
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Goals:
• To complete the quest he was sent on ten years ago.
• To become the greatest warrior
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Preferred Weapon: Bastard Sword
Secondary Weapon(s):
• Flail
• Dagger
• Shield

Equipment Proficiency: 4
Magic Level: 0
Natural Ability: His muscles are crafted especially well, making him lift twice what others at his level of strength could.
Natural Passive: Strength's Curse: While he gains +2 to both strength and endurance, and while they can't be debuffed below 10, he can't use any magic. He is completely incapable.
Natural Power: N/A


        Stats
Strength: 10
Precision: 1
Control: 1
Speed: 6
Agility: 6
Reaction Time: 6
Endurance: 10