Freyr Mandis

Character Sheet

• Basic Stats

  Name: Freyr Mandis
  
  Age: 28 years old
  
  Species: Human
  
  Race: Norseman
  
  Date of Birth: January 1st
  
  Handedness: Right
  
  Body Type: Athletic
  
  Height: 6'1''
  
  Weight: 185lbs
  
  Eye Color: Green
  
  Hair Color: Brown
  
  Scars/Marks/Tattoos: Large Facial Tattoo, coming down left side of his face across his left cheek and down his left jaw. Black in color, filled in.
  Tattoos littered his body as well, going down his arms and hands, his chest, legs, stomach, and feet. All of varying designs, but runic and Norse in origin. All are solid black.
  (Link to what tattoos look like: http://www.sunnyway.com/runes/tattoos.html Another link: http://symboldictionary.net/?page_id=703 )
  
  Scars across his skin as well, mottling flesh pink with age and damage. Large scar on his right shoulder along the entire upper-half of shoulder. Another large scar in the middle of his stomach, and one at the exact same place on his back.
  
  Personality: Cold and calculating, the human had a grudge against everything, it seemed. Confident and demanding at times. The Norseman in him demands honor be fulfilled and that his pride never be accosted.
  
  Profession: Mercenary, Sword-for-hire, Warband Leader, Drug Dealer, and Herbalist.
  
  Description: The human male was a lean build, but not frail looking at all. Strong features were present upon his frame, with a nose that had been broken far too many times, a strong jaw from the years of chewing hard bread and salted meats, and a skull that had knocked heads with many a foe. His body was littered with tattoos, Norse in origin, black in design, almost every inch of his body was painted with the black ink. Spirals, crescents, and knots littered his frame, most hidden under his clothing. His hands were covered in fingerless gloves while his torso was protected by a leather armor vest. He covered his legs with only a pair of brown pants and kept heavy boots on his feet. A bastard sword was always strapped to his hip, along with a matching dagger. Flint-lock pistols and other weapons could be seen on his form at times, ranging from flint-locks to clay-pot grenades, and even a hand-crossbow. Although he had all the weapons, the man himself was a Weapon at that. Trained to fight, and made to fight, it had become his life.

• DnD Stats

  STR	18	INT	15
  DEX	20	WIS	14
  CON	16	CHA	11