Wulfgar
Wulfgar stands tall at 6'3", a robust frame encased in gleaming chain mail armor, each link a testament to countless battles won. His unyielding gaze is as sharp as the axe he wields, a fiery beacon amidst the chaos of the battlefield.
His beard, as red as the blood of his enemies, is meticulously braided and adorned with bones, a stark contrast to his otherwise clean-shaven face. Thick, shoulder-length hair, the color of a raven's wing, flows behind him, seemingly untouched by the sweat of combat.
His features are chiseled, a blend of youthful vigor and hardened experience. The crimson cloak billowing from his shoulders bears the Horse of Centware, the embroidered emblem of Cyning Eadbald.
Wulfgar is a paradox, a whirlwind of fury in battle yet a methodical planner in strategy. His vengeful nature stems from a personal vendetta, his gluttony a testament to the fleeting nature of life's pleasures.
He is a patient warrior, understanding the value of timing and the agony of anticipation. His battle-hardened exterior hides a complex character with a strong sense of loyalty to his Cyning and fellow housecarls.
Wulfgar is not one to mince words; his speech is blunt and direct, carrying the weight of his authority. However, when the helmet is removed, he shows a surprising wit and an appreciation for mead-induced camaraderie.
His flexibility in leadership allows him to navigate the tumult of war with ease, adapting to shifting alliances and emerging threats. Despite his fearsome reputation, he holds a soft spot for the innocent, often acting as their silent protector.
I was born in the very heart of Cantwaraburh. My father, a blacksmith, taught me the art of forging weapons from the earliest days I could lift a hammer. The ring of metal on anvil is a lullaby I knew well.
Yet, it was not the hammer that called to me but the roar of battle. I found my true purpose when I took up arms in service to King Eadbald. The clang of steel and the scent of fear on the battlefield are now my home.
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