Ulfur

Name; Úlfur Erna
Age; 19
Sex; Male
Birthday; 16th of march (though he doesn't know that himself, since he's never bothered with couting days)
Clan; the Outer Dark
Role in clan; Homesteader/Woodsman
Height; 2,10 m/6.8 feet (still not reaching up to his father, but he beats his siblings)
Weight; 102kg/93.89 pounds
Apperance;
Úlfur has the long dark hair of his father and the easily tanned skin of his mother. His dark eyes also come from her side of the family, and they match his tall built perfectly. He doesn't smile unless he has a reason to (and to be polite isn't a good one), so his expression is more often blank or a scrowl than anything else.
He carries the same markings as his brother and father, given to his skin by his grandmother through ink and a needle. (He isn't quite sure of the meaning of all of them, but it made her happy to give them to him, that's reason enough). The only one he picked himself is the lines that move up his right arm, that forms a dragon when he locks arm with his best friend Geir.
His body has been shaped from a life of hard work, fighting and survival, as anyone else's who was born into the hash life at Thuleshall, but it suits Úlfur just fine. What he doesn't realize is that his tall built, made even broader when he'd wearing his bear-cloak, might make him look a bit frightening.

Personality;
As a man of few words Úlfur prefers to let his actions speak for themselves. Loyalty and honor is everything to him, which may make him appear cold and distant, but is in the end his own way of never letting the ones he love down. He has a bit of a hard time ever being selfish, because according to himself he's never missed anything, there's nothing that he wants that is out of reach to him.
If there is nothing for him to do he will make something up himself, since he hates being bored. Truth be told, the idle wait with nothing to do makes him more nervous than any battle ever could. Because he enjoys fighting, there is no denying that. The feeling of a heavy weapon in his hand, to barely avoid an attack, to finally stand victorious..! Of course he proudly carries his scars, knowing the story of each and every one of them by heart, just like he does with his father's (when he was younger he would always nag the older man to tell the tales of him many markings, making the boy oh so proud of being the son of someone so brave and strong).

Fightingstyle; Melee. (He does know archery, but conciders it a way of huting and getting food, not something meant for combat; it is a coward's weapon. You shold always look into the eyes of the ones you encounter, be it beast or human)
Weapons; A greataxe he inherited when his childless uncle was badly injured during a hunt and later died (since his brother Freyr prefers lighter weapons). He also carries a one-hand-axe and a warhammer and two daggers, but mostly uses them for work instead of combat.
He has yet to learn any of the things his kin would call 'magic', he appears to find the idea of it repulsive
Equipment/Armor; Besides his leather armor Úlfur carries nothing to defend himself with. He is working on making his own shield, but it is not yet finished.
He is carrying a bow, and does know how to use it (thanks to his mother teaching him; his brother is far better, and it has taken Úlfur almost twice as long time to reach half of Freyr's skill), but he would never use it against people. Other than that he has learned to always keep rope with him, and a small purse to collect whatever he may find in. With that one can survive most things for a few days (if you stay out longer than that you should have been better prepared).

Background;
Úlfur is, and conciders himself to be, a quite lucky child, especially with the way the world looks today. His father Áki joined the clan when he was young after his parents died from a strange plauge, and was given fosterparents until he came of age, by which time he killed a bear that later was discovered to have eight toes on each paw (giving him the nickname Átti Klær/Eight Claws, or just Átti). His mother Elva entered the picture when she and her mother sought to escape her own clan, after she had discovered aspects of their powers she would never want to see come to use. Destroying all the evidence of the reserach she had hoped to keep her secret safe, but in the end still had to run from greedy clanmembers who sought to use the powers for their own gain. There was no doubt in Elva's mind that they would have gone to lawbreaking lengths to get the secrets out of her, so for their own safety both she and her mother (the only family she had left) escaped into the dark night. Her mother had an old friend she knew had joined the Outer Dark, so they went there, only to find out that the aquaintence of the old woman had died. However, Thule Torrhenson is no fool, and he let them stay; he and only he was told the reason of their escape, and he would rather not know more than that. He wouldn't want to see magic in the wrong hands either, and when love came to grow between Elva and the clanmember Áki they were given a permanent home within the woods of Thuleshall, since Elva showed such willingness to adapt to a new lifestyle, and soon mastered enough skills to be a useful clanmember.

After a few years Úlfur came to the world, the third child in the line, and just like his siblings he grew up surrounded by warriors who'd keep him safe and teach what they knew of the world. When it was cold there was always warm furs and a fire to sit by, when they were hungry someone shared their food, when they were lonely there was always someone there to tell stories, sing with or just sit closeby. It was by no means an easy life, but they could be off far worse to, and they knew it. Before they learned how to use weapons they could catch snakes by hitting them with rocks, gather plants and berries, bark and roots, and learned to find shelter from rain and storms.
With his oldest boastful and loud sister Embla, and skilled and clever brother Freyr, many would say there is no doubt why Úlfur turned out the way he did; the older two talked enough so he never had to. He simply did his share of all the work, and was satisifed with that. When he quickly grew to be the tallest in the bunch he still never grew uncomfortable with his body; his father made sure he had enough training to be sure of himself and steady, and not just a mess with elbows and knees everywhere.

At the age of 2 Úlfur got a younger brother and later on another sister, and through the following years he often had a hard time figuring out which one in his family he loved the most. Elva often compared her quiet son to a bearcub when he acted with such gentle care to the younger ones and the next second could lift up the axe and be a true warrior of the clan. For all his fire in battle he never seemed to be more scared than when he heard one his family call for him with even a hit of worry in their voice. He always tried to make them smile, always fulfilled their wishes, even if it got himself into trouble more than once. So of course the greatest tragedy of his life was when his younger brother Thale failed his initiation and was slayed by one of the monsters of the wilderness. It took a few days for the family to wonder why he wasn't returning from his days in the wild, but when they set out to searh it didn't take long for someone with Freyr's skill to find the remains, easy to identify by cothes and weapons. Without even uttering a word the three oldest siblings settled their minds on a united goal, and after spending 4 days in the wild they had tracked down the creature and extracted revenge for their beloved brother. It was not a bear, and to this day they still have no name for it, but Embla keeps the coat, Freyr the scull, and Úlfur the claws of it. The youngest of them also brought home his brother's dagger and still keeps it safe in his small collection of trinkets and valuables. To this day he refuses to think of Thale as a disgrace or faliture. When asked why he simply replied;
“The creature we found carried the wounds of weapons, and there was evidence of a fight where we found my brother, which means he fought back. He stood up to a monster he had no hope to defeat; he didn't turn and run like a coward. He was a fighter to his last breath. Question my brother's honor and courage again, and I will kill you.”
He still mourns the loss of his brother in his own quiet way, and it will most likely take quite some time before he is able to let go of the sadness and only keep the memories.

Other;
-His family concists of;
Áki, the father
Edda, the grandmother, a refugee who has still not given up on her own traditions. She is old, so what other power than what the other clanmembers calls "magic" does she have? Even so, she stands on the side of Outer Dark and does what she can to help, even if they will never fully trust her.
Elva, the mother, a refugee who is still carrying the secret that made her flee her home. She has abandoned the ways of her family, despite all that her mother speaks of help and good use.
Embla, the oldest child. She has vowed not to marry until she can find a man who can defeat her in melee combat (a decition the family both agrees with and laughs at, since she has not lost a fight since she turned 14)
Freyr, the second child, a great archer and scout. He keeps a raven named Hrafn as a pet.
Úlfur, the third child.
Thale, the fourth child. Recently killed during his initiaion.
Hulda, the youngest child, who admires her older sister greatly, to Embla's great pride, and attempts to imitate her at any given chance
“Sindri”, the unborn child Elva is currently carriying, and has so far only a nickname
((all their names are icelandic names or words, except for Thale which is norwegian, since the culture is supposed to represent vikings and stuff like that))

-Úlfur does have a quite nice deep singing-voice, but only Hulda and Sindri can ever get him to actaully use it.

-His father is a bit concerned over the fact that his third child seems to have little to no interest to start a family of his own. He knows Úlfur, and knows he will be quite lonely and lost when all of his siblings has their own to take care of and he is left being useless.

-Being born into a harsh world where you have to struggle to survive Úlfur has come to a tad bit different view on what beauty means. Cuteness, unless it comes from a child, has no appeal what so ever on him. If anything he finds it strange, on the border of repulsive, if adults try to act or look the part. Skinny means weak in his mind, and pale are only lazy people who never do their share of work outside. Instead, his ideal partner would be chubby, strong, preferrably tall enough to match him, tanned with messed up hair, and an iron will.

-Like most of his clan Úlfur harbors a deep mistrust for anything that he would call 'magic'. Only his family knows that it most likely originates from the stories he was fed when he was young about what could happen if you misuse it, mess it up or it backlashes at you. With a too vivid imagination it gave him quite a few nightmares, and even if he's forgotten about it now he still avoids it at the best of his ability and has refused to learn more than the theory behind his own kind's ice-forces.

-Since his family has focused more on practical skills Úlfur has had no interest in his grandmother's lectures about reading. Out of the children only Freyr and Thale ever bothered to learn to read properly. Embla and Úlfur would at most be able to spell their names, but barely, and when Hulda was born the old woman had given up her hope on them.

-Many years ago Thale and Feryr both nagged their parents down with their wish for a pet. Freyr was in the end given permission to keep a raven as a pet, if he could get the egg himself. Thale on the other hand adopted one of the yak-calves in the herd the clan kept, and named it Vinur. He happily trained it in anything he could think of, from carrying baskets to people, and even come when it was called. But for some reason, even after all his work, the yak would still rather listen to his older brother Úlfur, and by its own will ended up being his instead. To comfort his little brother Úlfur gave him a dog instead, who were as loyal to the boy as anyone could ever ask of it; it died beside him during the initiation.