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Valdemar Grimhall
Social Rank	3
Fealty	Thrax
House	Grimhall
Gender	Male
Age	27
Religion	Pantheon
Vocation	Soldier
Height	6'2"
Hair Color	Blond
Eye Color	Blue
Skintone	Pale
Family
Parents	Harald Grimhall, Anneke Grimhall
Siblings	Melinda Grimhall, Sivard Grimhall, Ingvar Grimhall, Ingrid Grimhall
Uncles/Aunts	Abram Grimhall, Pyotr Seabright, Alina Darkwater, Dolores Seabright
Cousins	Esera Velenosa, Gersard Grimhall, Belladonna Pravus, Isolde Velenosa, Viviana Pravus, Sebastian Pravus, Lianne Malespero, Juliana Igniseri, Charlaine Moore, Jovarn Grimhall, Gawain Blanchard, Elonso Pravus, Merida Thrax, Nicia Laurent, Erik Grimhall, Sanya Grimhall, Karina Seabright, Celeste Pravus, Aurelia Pravus, Severine Seabright, Katryn Blanchard, Allegra Pravus
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Description

Tall and broad of frame, Valdemar is lean and powerful, a natural warrior and athlete. His blonde hair falls freely to his shoulders most of the time, as he rarely wears it bound in any fashion. While he is naturally fair of skin, he does typically have a light tan thanks to long hours spent in the sun aboard ships and at weapons practice. Prominent brows and cheekbones give him a stern countenance, something which is accentuated by a strong jaw that is most often covered in a well-groomed beard. In spite of this, he smiles more often than his family name might lead one to expect, a charming curve of the lips that brightens his features when it happens.

Personality

Hungry for greatness in the way most young warriors are. He is proud of his family and legacy, and wishes to earn an exalted place in the annals of Grihems Point, but it not entirely chained to tradition. He enjoys being liked and is better at it than many might expect of a Grimhall, but loses no sleep if he must settle for being feared.

Background

The oldest son of Harald and Anneke, he was an obedient child brought up in a firmly traditional Thraxian manner. He always knew what his role was expected to be: captain of a ship, with steel in hand. If he did well enough, perhaps one day he'd lead a fleet against great foes in a famous battle. Grimhall boys often dreamt of such things.

Respect for his people's traditions was hammered heavily into Valdemar as he grew out of childhood, though he showed hints of a more intellectual bent, at times. Now a young man freshly given command of his first ship, he has been part of minor skirmishes with petty enemies, but no battles worthy of the name; small raids as much for practice as plunder. He wasn't old enough to fight in the Tyde Rebellion, but fate has delivered a new war, and legendary new enemies. Despite any orders otherwise, no warrior worth his spear would sit at home when great deeds await doing.