Æthelric
AEthelric stands tall with the ruggedness of a man who has spent his life at sea. His eyes are the color of a stormy sea, reflecting a blend of gray and blue that mirrors the tumultuous waters he commands.
His hair is a wild tangle of salt-kissed dark blond, sometimes pulled back in a warrior's braid. His beard, tangled and unkept, speaks the sea and the salt air.
His skin is weathered and tanned from the relentless sun and unforgiving wind. He carries a robust build, with muscles honed from a lifetime of wielding an oar and a sword.
His attire is simple yet noble: a roughspun tunic with a fur-lined cloak, sturdy leather boots, and a sword belt adorned with intricate knotwork, hinting at his status as a thane.
AEthelric is a man of resolve and stoic demeanor. Stubborn as the tides he knows so well, he does not back down from challenges, and his word is as steadfast as the winds that guide ships to his shores.
His loyalty to his ealdorman, Æðelwald, is unquestioned, yet he is not without his own sense of justice and honor. As a seasoned commander, he is strategic and decisive, his mind sharp as the blade he wields.
His speech is as straightforward as the path he sails, with no room for deceit or flattery. Underneath his stern exterior lies a man who values kinship and the bonds formed by the trials of the sea.
He has a soft spot for those who have proven their mettle, regardless of their station in life. His fear of failure is matched only by his fear of dishonor, and his respect must be earned through deeds, not titles.
His laughter is a rare, hearty sound that echoes across the mead hall, a momentary respite from his solemn vigilance.
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