Name: Ulfgar Storm-Born
Race: Nord
Appears to be: 30
Actual Age: 33
Birthsign: The Warrior
Gender: Male

Class: Sellsword
Class Description: Under his father’s tutelage and what would say harsh training methods, Ulfgar was whipped into shape for Legion standards. Starting at a young age before given the sword, armor, and shield, he was taught to read and given the knowledge of books. “In these books hold the lessons and philosophies of great warriors and tacticians, who lived to pass on their knowledge”, Ulfgar’s father would always say to him then proceed to smack him for rolling his eyes. Young Ulfgar didn’t understand how reading a few books would make him a great warrior, when he should be out practicing with swords, armor, and shield. Though eager to start training with weapons and armor he reluctantly started to read the few books his father owned.

Out of the books the Mirror was Ulfgar’s favorite after all the only warrior who could defeat Mindothrax, was his twin. Before given the sword and shield, Ulfgar first had to master moving in iron armor. For weeks his father made him run and do long marches, through the terrain of Colovia. Only when he mastered movement in iron armor was he given iron sword and iron shield without the armor, where the real training began. Many a scar or bruise was earned during spars he had, with his father before being taught the methods of blade and shield.

After spending weeks with the sword and shield, his father reintroduced the iron armor. Though maneuvering the iron armor was easy trying to swing the blade and block with the shield, was not. Though longer than both steps it taking months to master, Ulfgar learned to fight with the best of legionaries. During all this of course his father would wake him up at six in the morning, starve him at times, make him chop wood both for training and the septims, and depraved him of sleep for if he wasn’t chopping wood he was training all to mold him into the perfect legionnaire. Ulfgar never was angry about the harsh training for his enemies and the enemies of the Empire, would not be so kind as his father.

Taking up the sword Ulfgar sold his services to those, who needed his blade. It beated cutting wood all day that was for damn sure. The pay, ale, and women were all better as a sellsword. Though of all the benefits he enjoyed the adventure the most, getting to travel all across Cyrodiil. With the septims he made as a sellsword Ulfgar bought steel armor and sword, him leaving for Skyrim in it.

Skills: One Handed, Block, and Heavy Armor

Appearance: Ulfgar through his father’s harsh training and his Nordic heritage is a powerhouse. Though not as muscular as an Orc he has yet to come across any race that rivals his strength. The scars from childhood didn’t diminish Ulfgar’s handsome face, rivaling the milkdrinkers who know nothing of struggle.
Height: 6’ 1”
Eyes: A steel blue-grey.
Hair: Short blonde hair with a small beard.
Tattoos/scars: Several scars of various lengths on his right cheek

Clothing/Armour: Though not in the legion at the moment, Ulfgar aspires to join like his father and his father’s father’s father’s father’s father. For most of his life he wore Iron, but that’s all wood cutting could get him. However, as a sellsword he was able to afford steel. Outside of combat he dresses plainly due to him rather spending coin, on improving his gear than looking good.

Weapons: Legion steel one day, but for now good ole plain steel.

Misc: Map of Skyrim given to Ulfgar by his father.

Mental: Ulfgar is not one man, but many. In bloody combat hes calculating, cunning, and conservative with his strikes only striking when the opportunity presents it’s self. Outside of combat hes a normal Nord prone to drinking, joking, and in general having a good time. At work chopping wood Ulfgar is very similar to combat, but instead of fighting the enemies of the empire hes fighting wood. In worship he’ll spend several hours praying to each of the nine divine, along with reflecting on the past, present, and future.

Biography/History: To understand Ulfgar you must first understand his linage, from his Nordic mother and Imperial father. On his father’s side theres a long line of service in the Legion, several of his ancestors making it to the rank of legate. When the Empire was up for grabs it was the warlord Mede of Colovia who came out on top, Ulfgar’s ancestors playing a part. His father Gergus Laenius was a Praefect before the Great War had started and could of became a Legate, if it wasn’t for a war injury taking his one eye.

The Storm-Borns, Nords from Skyrim took over Bruma with many fearing it would end up, like Falkreath. However, they the Nords were still loyal to the Empire, though for how long? It was decided that Hjotra Storm-Blade a war maiden and Gergus Laenius would marry, to strengthen the bonds. Though at first neither liked each the idea of the arranged marriage let alone each other, love grew between them. Before the war they would have a son Ulfgar, but Hjotra didn’t get to have a long time with her son.

Ulfgar was already in Skyrim by the time the Dominion attacked, living with his aunt and uncle. It was at the defense of the Imperial City in 4E 174 that his mother Hjotra was slain, by the Altmers. Refusing to abandon the city she stayed attending the wounded and fighting off the invaders. Gergus only heard of his wife’s slaying a couple of days later, while he was Hammerfall. Participating in the battle of the Red Ring Gergus and the Legion took back the Imperial City, but he knew neither the Dominion or the Empire could continue.

When the White Gold Concordat was signed, Gergus went to Skyrim to get Ulfgar who was seven at the end of the war. It was hard for Ulfgar to leave Skyrim after all he had lived there for such a long time, and came to love his uncle and aunt. Also a part of him was afraid of his battle scarred father. With the Legion out of the question his father took up wood cutting to provide him and Ulfgar food. Though most of the septims that Gergus earned was spent on wine, him often getting drunk to dull the pain of losing his wife.

Not wanting his wife’s death to be in vain Ulfgar’s father began his training, through reading books. Though not wealthy enough to have a great collection, his father did the best he could to provide him. The Mirror out of all the books stuck with Ulfgar the most, him taking its teachings to heart. When the reading was done and he was soon to grow his first chin hairs came the training, from Oblivion. Waking him as early as six in the morning, his father would work him to the bone at the mill

Along with starving him he was finally able, to purchase Iron armor and sword. Up at six his father trained Ulfgar at maneuvering in heavy armor before even training, in the use of sword and shield. Mostly he’d run and march through the land of Colovia, building up his endurance and maneuverability. Once mastered he was given the sword and shield, training with both without the armor at first then with it. Though outside of training Ulfgar continued to work, at the mill.

Finished with the training he hugged his father and bid his father farewell, wanting to travel the land as a sellsword. Though his father was heavy hearted he couldn’t deny Ulfgar’s wishes. As a sellsword bandits and the wild creatures were bested, by his blade. If it wasen’t for spending septims on partying Ulfgar probably could of afforded steel sooner, but liquid courage provided him comfort and so did the wenches. If it wasen’t for the news of the civil war he would of remained a sellsword, but he left for Skyrim and the Legion.