Name: Agnar Heimirsson – ancestor of Noah Ulfsson
Age: Late 20’s
Affiliation: To be decided through RP
Appearance: As with the rumours of sages, Agnar and his modern day descendent Noah, share a remarkable likeness. They both possess the same handsome countenance, the same honey blonde hair and the same blue eyes. Yet, whilst Noah’s eyes are darkened with the abuse of narcotics and living in amidst smog and pollution, Agnar’s eyes are as bright and dangerous as the sea which he calls home for most of the year. Deeply set in an almost thoughtful fashion beneath dark blonde brows, the creases around are the result of working hard and then playing harder and that laughing mouth is kept company with a short but full beard.
The thick neck upon which that softly angular head rests is in similar likeness to the rest of him; muscles thick and practical beneath a fair pallor with a masculine shape as its base structure – broad shoulders tapering to a slimmer waist and then strong thighs and calves as every great oak needs firm roots. It was as though he was born in the wrong era, that the harpoon and netting that he slings over his shoulder and grips with calloused hands should have been the battle axe and shield of the bygone era of Viking conquerors. Yet, he’s no an inherently violent man, not any more bloodthirsty than the average male, but the collection of scars and his evidence tattooed flesh often causes people to think otherwise. Prevention is better than anything else, and to look threatening isn’t always as empty a threat as it may seem.
Often clad in layers so as to better fish out in those northerly waters, his clothing consists of a thinner cotton undershirt with a laced neck, a woven shirt atop that and then a thick jerkin of sealskin for waterproofing. A scarf is often tucked in by the neck like how his thickly woven trousers are tucked into boots of boiled leather and overall the colour scheme is dark – clothes chosen for their practicality and durability as opposed to fashion.
Yet, upon finding himself in the sweltering heat of the Caribbean may call for a change of wardrobe…
Personality: As a young man, Agnar had a tendency to be brash, reckless and arrogant, but never unkind – the kind of man that has his heart in the right place but often forgets his head, thus allowing selfishness and greed to shine rather than any of his more positive traits of a good humour and love of life.
Loyal to a fault and as capable of love as his mighty appearance suggests he is capable of power; soft-hearted with those dear to him and a good man to call a friend if one could overcome the difficulty to do so. Yet never underestimate him as a sort of ‘gentle giant’, his will is that of iron and his bravery means that no man is too big of a target if they have hurt those whom he loves. I suppose he never did shed that brashness.
Favourite Weapons: Harpoon
Strengths: Great strength and stamina – Charismatic – Extroverted – Quick to forgive
Weaknesses: Recklessness – Stubborn – Selfish – Gambling - Quick to anger – An aversion to guns
Background/Biography: Born in northern Icelandic village, Agnar was another of his family who was destined to become a fisherman. They didn’t work the land, they didn’t fight or defend, they were providers with their small fishing vessels and generations of expertise. His mother and father were both decent, honest people and raised their children as such – Agnar and his siblings (two older sisters and a younger brother) imbued with a good sense of self from an early age.
His life was uneventful as far as uneventful goes as he was growing up; learning his trade and applying it in the land of ice and fire with its isolation from the world about it. He even become smitten with a shepherdess, Inga Jónsdóttir, in his early 20’s and settled with her in the same village that had seen them both born.
Bliss never lasts though and when the world came to them in the form of Barbary pirates Agnar was taken whilst out fishing and captured to be taken into slavery in some hot arid place on the earth that he had never thought to see. That is, if the pirates hailing from northwest Africa hadn’t been set upon by their thieving brethren and Agnar merely traded one set of shackles for another. Then another, as the Spanish were assailed by English privateers en-route to Florida and his course was finally set for Nassau where he was unloaded with less care than the sugar and left on the sun bleached wood to dry out like the fish out of water he was.
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