Race : Nord
Birthplace : Family farm outside of Riverwood, Skyrim
Age : Mid-Twenties
Birthsign : The Warrior
Class : Traveling Warrior, spent his life since age 16 traveling the world learning from the greatest warriors he could find.
Skills : Two handed Blades, Axes, and Hammers, reasonably adept with Throwing Axes and Knives, and can use his Dagger with passable ease. Can Sneak when it comes down to it. Has become accustomed to using Heavy Armor. Physical strength and size pulls him more towards a "Warrior" Archetype, true to his Birthsign; his size can sometimes be a hindrance when attempting Stealth. His mother taught him basic First Aid from her time as a priestess.
Appearance : Very tall, broad shouldered, Muscular. Shaggy hair, beard braided into single braid. His eyes are unnaturally icy blue and appear to slightly glow in battle. Dark skin for a nord due to his travels in lands like Elswyr. Tends to lumber, but has no problems falling to a crouch and sneaking when it is necessary. Overall intimidating appearance. Large scar from right temple to jawbone, multiple smaller scars from over a decade of sparring with some of the most reknowned specialists of combat around Tamriel.
Clothing/Armor : When not sparring or on the road, he likes to relax in simple clothes; a white cotton shirt with sleeves to mid-bicep and brown cotton pants with the brown hunting boots of his grandfather. Wearing his standard clothes in the warmer months and nations, he sometimes dons a heavy fur coat with wool lining made by his younger sister, Freyada from the hide of a Great Bear he was forced to kill when it tried to steal the game it smelled from his hunting pack.
His armor consists of a heavy Chestplate with a depiction of Alduin in the center, a Heavy Right Pauldron designed to deflect arrows and blades alike. along the style of his Pauldron, he has a heavily armored and scaled Right Armpiece with depictions of Dragons battling one another. He also wears Heavy Plate Gauntlets made of the same Dense metal as his chestpiece, pauldron, and arm plating. The remainder of his armor is made of fairly lightweight and thin steel, no armor along his left arm except his gauntlet, with leather backed greaves of aforementioned light steel, and his fur-lined hunting boots. All his equipment was made by himself, his father, or one of his ancestors, as they all believed that "The Armor of Blood is the strongest of all. The Blades of Vengeance the sharpest."
Weapons : Greatsword, his father's greatest masterpiece. Made of heavy Ebony, with a large gem of Onyx in the pommel and Silver inlays throughout the blackened crossguard. Along the Jet Black blade, there reads the inscription "Betrayal Cuts the Deepest Wound" on one side, on the reverse it reads, "Vengeance Destroys the Greatest Foes" both in the language of the Dragons. The blade itself is enchanted so as to never tarnish or rust, but must be sharpened after every battle or it saps the strength of the wielder; enchanted by a wandering mage with a deal for Baldr's father, but that is a tale for another time. Baldr also keeps a Throwing Axe he crafted himself after his family was murdered, with the word "Justice" carved into the simple Oak handle, and a Ebony head; it took nearly 3 months to balance the weapon perfectly, which he did while contemplating his revenge. His final piece of weaponry is his Grandfather's hunting knife; simplistic, yet fast and lethal, and balanced for throwing when need be.
Personality : Quiet giant. usually only talks to close friends, merchants or to those who offer a chance for money. steadfast loyalty to friends, and put all loyalty to family. the only time he ever opens up is in the company of friends or when he has had far too much Mead...although when such a thing happens, he tends to start brawls with the largest man in the room.
In battle, fights like a man possessed, entering a trance-like state as he flows from one strike to the next. Holds strong convictions and does what he can to help others who have experienced plight similar to his. He never considers himself a white knight, but tries to balance any evils he may commit with good actions.
History : Born in Skyrim to Kolmund Alfarsen and Friddgunn Harleifsdatter, he was born under the sign of the Warrior, which would steer most of his professional choices in life...and lead him to a greater destiny.
He was raised on stories of the greatest nord heroes like The Eternal Champion, Ysgramor, and Tiber Septim; those stories were passed down through the generations and told to a young Bergdan, who strived to be just like the Heroes of Lore. He grew up on a small farm just outside of Riverwood, where he helped his father Kolmund working the land and learned the greatest smithing methods from his father. He grew tall and strong though farm work. like his father, was handsome and caught the eye of a few girls here and there, though without possessing Kolmund's charms. The local girls tended to swoon when he cam to town to trade due to his impressive physique and humble demeanor. Even before he was a man, he intimidated many a traveler who seeked shelter from the blizzards in the house and barn built by his grandfather Alfar the Forgotten.
His father was in service to the High King's army, becoming a now forgotten general who studied all forms of combat and tactics. He instilled these skills and a patriotism on the young Bergdan all through his childhood and adolescence. Bergdan eventually surpassed his father in skill and continued training, eventually taking journeys to foreign lands when he found a roaming caravan or trader willing to offer food and drink in exchange for a vigilant warrior's services; he had met, sparred, and bested some of the best that Skyrim had to offerm earning quite a reputation in his homeland.
He was eventually forced to return to Skyrim, only to be decieved by one dear to his heart, which changed him forever...is that change was for the better or worse has yet to be fully seen...in the first chapter of his legend.