Name: Gilroy Gordonson

Appearance: Tall scandinavian man with a thick black beard, braided on either side and one thick french braid on his head, running down to his shoulders. The sides of his head are buzzed, leaving the scalp on the area just barely visible. Gilroy wears large brown pants held up a broad leather belt. He doesn't use a shirt and brandishes his feet with almost oversized steel-toed pigskin boots. A traveling bag on Gilroy's back stores his belongings. Cyan runic tattoos cover most of his body, detailing the histories of his clan in poetry and song.

Short Backstory: Gilroy descends from a long line of warriors and hunters dating back to the nearly the beginning of civilization as we know it. They are proud of their history and will stop at near-nothing to assert and maintain their line as amongst the most powerful on the planet.

Personality: Gilroy Gordonson is a passionate man, immersing himself deeply into whatever he is doing, whether it be a glorious hunt or enjoying the hearty meal that follows.

Abilities: Definitely a lot of strength, versed in the ecology of the tundra, and boreal and temperate forests, keen senses and an intuitive mindset. Proficient in all areas of warfare and combat, ancient to modern, long rang to in-your-face, strategical to tactical. He is quick to spur into action deadset on it when he does get roused.

Powers: Heals a at much more rapid rate than normal and can regenerate to recover otherwise more serious wounds. When his skin scars, the area that composes the scar becomes hardened like the stone of a mountain or the steel under it. Current scars are: A long one running up and down the left side of his face, three slashes running up from the bottom left of his back to meet at his right shoulder and one running down from the middle of his back to his right hip. Another spirals around his left thigh and knee, with a multitude of small ones littering his forearms and one last thick one on his right bicep. His tattooed inscriptions of warsongs serve as a reminder of he who is, and allow him to spur into a berzerk battle frenzy, ignoring what ever momentary obstacle attempts to stop and unleash the strength and wrath of the Ages.

Weapons/Equipment: A glaive, a 3-foot wide round shield, and a sword as a sidearm.
He rides a massive grizzly boar with long curved ivory tusks.

Fears: Scared of people knowing about his coulrophilia.