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| Erik Ulfarsson; The Scourge | |
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| Irae | Jun 12 2014, 11:08 AM Post #1 |
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![]() Name: Erik Ulfarsson Gender: Male Nature: ??? Demeanor: Barbarian Age at Embrace: 34 Date of Embrace: 1027 Years since Embrace: 203 Place of Birth: Norway Religion: Pagan Clan/Bloodline: Gangrel Disciplines: Animalism, Fortitude, Protean, ??? Road: Road of the Beast Appearance: Six and a half feet tall, over three hundred and fifty pounds of muscle and sinew with wide shoulders and powerful arms, he walks with silent grace. His face, though handsome, is stern and is so rarely seen expressing good humour in public, that many believe he has none. His dark reddish brown hair is a little unkempt, rough in texture, long and very thick. His attire is exceptionally simple; though well-made and tailored to fit his massive frame, it is no different than the clothing of serfs in his homeland. He does not carry weapons, save, on occasions, a longbow for long-range attacks; he does not need weapons, as his strength is more then sufficient. Personality: When in the kind of company he prefers, the stony public persona breaks to reveal a man fond of laughter and music and alcohol-imbued blood. He is at his most happy when alone though, in the stillness of the forest or the moors. He does not fear the Lupines, for none can chase or hunt the swift hawk that he can, in a moment, transform into. It is true to say, he fears no single man, woman, Cainite, or beast of any kind; but he does fear their collective mass, the crush of the crowd, the bustle of city life. He often thinks of abandoning his post and striking out alone. |
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