Valdemar Grimhall
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| Valdemar Grimhall | |
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| Social Rank | 4 |
| Fealty | Thrax |
| House | Grimhall |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 24 |
| 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 |
| Cousins | Esera Velenosa, Gersard Grimhall, Belladonna Pravus, Isolde Velenosa, Viviana Pravus, Sebastian Pravus, Lianne Malespero, Juliana Pravus, Charlaine Moore, Jovarn Grimhall, Gawain Blanchard, Elonso Pravus, Merida Thrax, Nicia Laurent |
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Description
Valdemar is tall, strong in build and lean in the manner of an athlete. Hair and skin are naturally fair, with several years of sun and sea leaving his face lightly tanned. Prominent brows and cheekbones give his sharp blue eyes a naturally stern look, a look heightened by a strong jaw sporting a short, well-maintained scruff.
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.
