Ivarr Saltblood
| Ivarr Saltblood | |
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| Social Rank | 8 |
| Fealty | Thrax |
| House | Saltblood |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 21 |
| Religion | Pantheon |
| Vocation | Soldier |
| Height | 6'2" |
| Hair Color | Jet Black |
| Eye Color | Pale Blue |
| Skintone | Weathered Bronze |
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Description
Without an ounce of fat on his body, and hardened by a lifetime at sea, Ivarr is a man that's seen violence in his lifetime. His jet black hair is shaved at the sides, then pulled back into one long braid, and pale blue eyes stare out under black eyebrows at his surroundings. His face is scarred, though conventionally handsome, if angular. A jet black beard is worn on his cheeks, with the ends at his chin braided into two long plaits. He has broad shoulders, thick muscles, and his large hands have the callouses of a sailor or soldier, if not both, judging by the scars and tattoos down his arms. When visible, his back, chest, stomach, and legs are all covered in various inked images of sea battles, mythical monsters, and traditional sailor flash.
Personality
Ivarr is a hardened man, given to seeking glory and aggressive actions. He has no qualms about blood, and is of the mind that a few acts of hard and severe violence will save trouble later when being taken seriously. Despite all this, he's a man's man, with a mocking view of the recent idea that women should take up arms and lead, and a quick tongue that lends itself to bloody humour. On the other hand, he's a pragmatist, and if a woman can stand up and kill someone competently, he'll use them as a soldier like anyone else, if he'll still be vocal about his beliefs. He is a staunch supporter of keeping thralls, and piracy, and taking from the weak or unprepared as a way of life. He's also a man prone to drink, especially after a battle. He isn't always the most loyal to his superiours, but to those that follow him, he has a sense of duty and family toward that extends past his own safety or interests.
Background
Ivarr was born to a former thrall-turned-pirate and a woman stolen during a raid, an inauspicious start to the young man's life. Most of Ivarr's memories of his mother are peaceful ones, though short-lived, as he was taken to ship as soon as he was old enough to stand and take some part of it. It's his father that was a driving force in Ivarr's life, a warrior and role model that shaped the way he looked at the world. Spending his formative years at sea, Ivarr learned the ways of sailing, of fighting, and of piracy as a lifestyle. Fate is inexorable, however, and Ivarr can still recall the day they were overtaken, his father's guts laid out and body tossed to sea, his own capture, and the death of most of the crew.
He was pressed into service, this time as a Thraxian thrall, and his story nearly ended there. At the age of sixteen, however, they were overtaken by pirates and reavers and he distinguished himself with bloody skill - so much so that he was given his freedom, and a name. From that point onward he sailed in defense of the Thraxians, though often he found it easy enough to convince his crew mates to make a stop and raid a village, or take an unsuspecting merchant in their long ship. It was his bloodthirsty disregard of rules that led the crew to pick him as captain of the ship, and that built up his reputation as a true Thaxian, a man of blood and iron and salt.
It was only when the tradition of keeping thralls was threatened that he decided he needed to become more active, and find someone to swear himself to. An ambitious man, he's come to Arx to look for an ambitious leader to follow, to make rich, to kill for, and to advance with.
