Vidar Alerus

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First Name: Vidar
Last Name: Alerus

Appearance: Black hair, blue eyes, hardy constitution, scars from ritual and battle. Tall but not particularly imposing.
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height 1,77 meters
Weight: 82 kg
Eyes: blue
Hair: black
Facial Hair Style: unshaved, probably never has.

Personality Profile: Fiercely independent, outgoing, easy going, attached to tribal honors and traditions. Is not bound or feels He is not to, by civilizations ethics and morals. He will try his best to live as He wants.
General Health: Very good
Deity: Uthgar
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Profession: Barbarian
Base Class & Proposed Development: Pure barbarian
Habits/Hobbies: Hunting, scavenging, drinking.
Languages: Common
Weapon of Choice: Greatsword, bow, or longsword, depending on enemy faced. He prefers to just end a fight as quickly and as fiercely as possible whenever possible.

Background: Hailing from the Sky Pony tribe, Vidar was just another humble son of a barbarian tribesman. At the last of his 15th winter, at the Runemeet He gained acceptance as an adult. It was then that his own personality and sense of individualism started sprouting out.
He based his tent just slightly away from the rest, and while still socializing, raiding, drinking, He kept each night and some days to himself. Tribes cleric of Chauntea, his aunt, came to talk to him one day over this behaviour. Vidar shrugged and said the winds, night and stars, never change, no matter his mood, thoughts, or disposition. Out there, no looks, stares or regards, no lies or half truths, no struggle to gain favour or power, there was just night and rest to be had.
"In the dark there is no harvest to be had."
Simple, crude and efective, as everyday life. "So what should I do?" " What can you do? Fight, work, raise children, find a solid wife, you have enough for good dowry and a strong arm to defend your claim...."
"No." Vidar stared into the dark distance. His aunt realized then the truth. "What tribe does She come from?"
"The Black Raven, She nearly slit my throat when I killed her raven. We fought as kin, we read thoughts. Uthgar curse her, I had a thought of stabbing her with something not my sword. I drove her off, but She is out there, watching, waiting, to get revenge."
"Never thought of you as such a big coward. Whatever your intentions, you will reap what you sow." She with relative ease put his sword in his hand. "I expect blood to be on this sword, yours or hers, if neither, then I bid farewell to a lost nephew."
From that night, He and the Black Raven woman, fought, then departed together to the South, away from judging minds and eyes, to places where all barbarians are seen equally, where Sky Pony and Black Raven could live under same roof.
It was not meant to be, however as She died at child birth. Left with a baby in his hands, and no wish to raise her, Vidar left her to a foster home, with some trinkets, and simply wandered off.
A few years later He comes to Baldurs Gate.
Goals: Living a fast easy going life as best as possible.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: His family may look for him, her family may be looking for revenge