Halvor Grizwold
Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 5:28 pm
First Name: Halvor
Last Name: Grizwold
Appearance:
Halvor is slightly ruddy in appearance. His gait, stance, and general expression make it clear to anyone he meets that he is a fighting man. He wears a few scars, but the only noticeable one is a thin line from his hairline to just above his right eye.
Race: Human Male
Age: 30
Height 6' 2"
Weight: 230 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark Red
Facial Hair Style: A full beard that Halvor only occasionally lets go untirmmed.
Personality Profile:
Loud, Boisterous, and friendly. Halvor makes new friends quite easily, and enemies as well. He has no restraint when it comes to speaking his mind which can be offensive to some, even if it is not intended that way. Still, being a jovial guy, Halvor would just as soon buy a drink for someone he's offended rather than fight.
Havlor is not a big dumb palooka. He has a keen intelligence that he keeps hidden under his gruff exterior. Growing up around dwarves, Halvor has a great affinity for the stout and hearty folk. As he becomes irritated, or drunken, his speech becomes saturated with dwarven dialect.
General Health: Very healthy
Deity: Tempus
Initial Alignment: Chaotic good
Profession: Fighter
Base Class & Proposed Development: Fighter with a splash of rogue
Habits/Hobbies: Drinking, reading, and very rarely, fishing.
Languages: Common, Dwarven, Elven
Weapon of Choice: Longsword
Background:
Bryn Shander in Icewind Dale was Havlor's birthplace and home for 25 years. He was the only child of a couple who were a bit older than most parents. Halvor's father made his living as a fisherman as most men did, and when he wasn't on the lakes, Borgim taught his son to fight. He always told Halvor that it was a man's duty to protect his home. The man was hard handed, but fair, and in time made quite a man out of his son. Halvor's mother was a kind soul with never a complaint. Even during her husbands bouts with drunkenness, she showed a compassion and love toward him that rivaled no other. As far as Halvor knows his own parents still live, growing aged in the frozen north.
Halvor grew strong working at various jobs throughout the communities of Ten Towns. Warehouse work, assisting smiths, militia duty. Halvor was willing to do anything but spend time on a fishing boat. He was still young when he met and married his wife Adelle. Her family had come during the spring trading period to acquire the famed bones of the knucklehead trout for many years. Adelle and her mother were both excellent at carving the bones into beautiful works, and the family made a modest living in Silverymoon selling their carvings to visitors. Halvor and Adelle became friends, and eventually love interests. The spring of Halvor's seventeenth year, he asked for permission to marry the younger daughter of the Stiving Family. The following year, Halvor and Adelle Grizwold brought a baby girl into the frozen world, and named her Ava.
For eight short years the Grizwold family lived in Bryn Shander. Halvor worked hard to care for his women. Adelle carved knucklehead for trade when the caravans rolled in, and taught Ava and the few other children around their letters among other things. In the eighth year of their life together Adelle grew sick, and quickly succumbed to an illness of the lungs.
Halvor quickly fell into a deep depression. Even in his deteriated, depressed state, Halvor knew that he could not care for a seven year old daughter in his frame of mind. They travelled south, to Silverymoon, where Ava was left to live with her aunt and uncle. From there Halvor made his way south, never staying too long in the same place. His plan was to get himself killed or drink himself to death. One night, after a particularly vicious beating during a bar brawl in Neverwinter, Halvor curled up in an alleyway and dreamt. All that he could see was his daughter's face. That kind innocent face of a daughter that still needed a father. It was that night that he vowed to make his way south, and through his skill at arms, make a name for himself, and riches for his daughter. It wasn't long after that he found himself travelling the Sword Coast joining adventuring groups in delving for treasures. Every time Halvor made more than he needed to survive, he sent a package with excess to Silverymoon, to Ava.
Rumor after rumor of riches and adventure has brought Halvor to the Baldur's Gate area. He still wears his wife's ring, and is still sending coin and gems to his daughter.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
Halvor could have possibly made an enemy or two in his depressed, drunken travels.
Halvor's daughter would be 13 now.
Last Name: Grizwold
Appearance:
Halvor is slightly ruddy in appearance. His gait, stance, and general expression make it clear to anyone he meets that he is a fighting man. He wears a few scars, but the only noticeable one is a thin line from his hairline to just above his right eye.
Race: Human Male
Age: 30
Height 6' 2"
Weight: 230 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark Red
Facial Hair Style: A full beard that Halvor only occasionally lets go untirmmed.
Personality Profile:
Loud, Boisterous, and friendly. Halvor makes new friends quite easily, and enemies as well. He has no restraint when it comes to speaking his mind which can be offensive to some, even if it is not intended that way. Still, being a jovial guy, Halvor would just as soon buy a drink for someone he's offended rather than fight.
Havlor is not a big dumb palooka. He has a keen intelligence that he keeps hidden under his gruff exterior. Growing up around dwarves, Halvor has a great affinity for the stout and hearty folk. As he becomes irritated, or drunken, his speech becomes saturated with dwarven dialect.
General Health: Very healthy
Deity: Tempus
Initial Alignment: Chaotic good
Profession: Fighter
Base Class & Proposed Development: Fighter with a splash of rogue
Habits/Hobbies: Drinking, reading, and very rarely, fishing.
Languages: Common, Dwarven, Elven
Weapon of Choice: Longsword
Background:
Bryn Shander in Icewind Dale was Havlor's birthplace and home for 25 years. He was the only child of a couple who were a bit older than most parents. Halvor's father made his living as a fisherman as most men did, and when he wasn't on the lakes, Borgim taught his son to fight. He always told Halvor that it was a man's duty to protect his home. The man was hard handed, but fair, and in time made quite a man out of his son. Halvor's mother was a kind soul with never a complaint. Even during her husbands bouts with drunkenness, she showed a compassion and love toward him that rivaled no other. As far as Halvor knows his own parents still live, growing aged in the frozen north.
Halvor grew strong working at various jobs throughout the communities of Ten Towns. Warehouse work, assisting smiths, militia duty. Halvor was willing to do anything but spend time on a fishing boat. He was still young when he met and married his wife Adelle. Her family had come during the spring trading period to acquire the famed bones of the knucklehead trout for many years. Adelle and her mother were both excellent at carving the bones into beautiful works, and the family made a modest living in Silverymoon selling their carvings to visitors. Halvor and Adelle became friends, and eventually love interests. The spring of Halvor's seventeenth year, he asked for permission to marry the younger daughter of the Stiving Family. The following year, Halvor and Adelle Grizwold brought a baby girl into the frozen world, and named her Ava.
For eight short years the Grizwold family lived in Bryn Shander. Halvor worked hard to care for his women. Adelle carved knucklehead for trade when the caravans rolled in, and taught Ava and the few other children around their letters among other things. In the eighth year of their life together Adelle grew sick, and quickly succumbed to an illness of the lungs.
Halvor quickly fell into a deep depression. Even in his deteriated, depressed state, Halvor knew that he could not care for a seven year old daughter in his frame of mind. They travelled south, to Silverymoon, where Ava was left to live with her aunt and uncle. From there Halvor made his way south, never staying too long in the same place. His plan was to get himself killed or drink himself to death. One night, after a particularly vicious beating during a bar brawl in Neverwinter, Halvor curled up in an alleyway and dreamt. All that he could see was his daughter's face. That kind innocent face of a daughter that still needed a father. It was that night that he vowed to make his way south, and through his skill at arms, make a name for himself, and riches for his daughter. It wasn't long after that he found himself travelling the Sword Coast joining adventuring groups in delving for treasures. Every time Halvor made more than he needed to survive, he sent a package with excess to Silverymoon, to Ava.
Rumor after rumor of riches and adventure has brought Halvor to the Baldur's Gate area. He still wears his wife's ring, and is still sending coin and gems to his daughter.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
Halvor could have possibly made an enemy or two in his depressed, drunken travels.
Halvor's daughter would be 13 now.