"My skin will not yet crack, nor will my bones break. I am the mountain made mortal, I am the beast made man,
and I will not crumble nor bow or lower myself to any but the will of the wilderness itself."
NAME:
Grimbor Skaldrin
OTHER NAMES/ALIASES:
Some take to calling him “Grim,” though he doesn’t seem to mind.
TITLES:
None, as of now.
STAR SIGN:
The Beast | The sign of the Beast varies in interpretation, ranging from a bear to a wolf to a lion—it is nonetheless
used as a representation of potent instinct and dominance.
SOCIAL STATUS:
Wildling, outlander, unbound to societal structures.
PROFESSION:
His life revolves around the Hunt. A steward, guardian, and warden that seeks to only bring and maintain balance in
the wilderness.
HOMELAND:
He hails from a lesser culture of roaming Greatlings known as the Wildling, rooted to no ground, but following the winds
of the Hunt. Where wild game is, so the Wildling must be. He lives with little personal possessions and only what he can
carry, as per his family’s ways.
SEXUALITY & RELATIONSHIP STATUS:
Grimbor hasn’t put much thought into it, as little in the way of prospective relationships have been experienced by him due
to his lifestyle. He finds attraction in both women and men, though is uninvolved.
CURRENT STATUS:
Finding his band. Those who would wish to join him in the lifestyle of a growing Greatling & mixed culture.
RACE:
Greatling, of the lesser known roving & hunting 'Wildling' distinction.
SEX:
Male.
AGE:
Nineteen Winters.
HEIGHT:
Nearly reaches 8ft
WEIGHT:
Roughly 400 pounds.
APPEARANCE:
Grimbor bears a burly, mesomorphic form with broad shoulders and long athletic legs from a life of hard labor and wandering the
land on foot. His hair is quite lengthy and abundant, a mane reaching to his lower back. It is a dark sable in color and is often embellished
with small braids, twig and leaf fragments very often found interweaved from brushing against foliage. A short beard envelops his lower
face, decorated with what braids he can muster upon it as it still lengthens. His skin is calloused, freckled, ivory in color with stone gray
undertones. Olive green tattoos ornament the left side of his body, from foot to face; with imagery of The Hunt, Greatlings, “Beastmen,”
the Cycles of Nature, and varying stories of his own Hunts. His eyes are a verdant green, with slit pupils, seeming to hold an entire, vast
wilderness of his own behind them and an exuberant youthful glimmer. Crowning his head are two sturdy & still-growing oaken horns the
shape of moose antlers. His top and bottom canine teeth are more tusk-like and sharp, though are not as prominent as other Greatlings.
The man is often found barefoot if he is not in the bounds of a city, affording him a more quiet step in the wilderness as well as comfort in
feeling the cool Earth beneath him. His clothing is crafted of natural materials and are kept simple with undyed shades; formulated of linens,
furs, leathers, bone, etc. Occasionally, the hide of a large brown bear adorns his head and shoulders.
HYGIENE:
Grimbor bathes in rivers & natural hot springs wherever he can find them, using crude tallow & wood ash soaps of his own make. He thinks
bathhouses are disgusting and refuses to use them, and is uncertain of the washpots within inns. He nearly always carries the scents of the
outdoors - whether that be a good or bad thing. It varies.
WIP
IGN: Wildegroll
I consent to anything and everything, as long as you keep it interesting!
CREDITS: Midgarddweller for most art on the profile.
