Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140204235925/@comment-24438639-20140205014728

Name: Rolaf the Titans Bastard

Gender: Male

Race: Nord

Appearance:7´5 extremely large and well built, wide shoulders and huge hands. Hes right hand is burnt till the forarm and he has a scar on his right cheek

Powers: Battle Cry

Armor:Costum amour with trophies from his kills, a Saber Cat skull is forged to the steel on his right shoulder plate, the amour apears Crafted Nordic, dragon teeth decorate the forarms acting as extra weopans

Weapons: The Bastards Blade-Unique bastard sword (Half greatsword half long sword) forged from steel having nearly the size of a greatsword but being able to wield it in one hand. A steel dagger, fused with dragon bone.

Bio/Personality: Born to a family of Mercanarys he learnt to be mean and fight at a young age, his father was a Jarl or a Thane, mabey even the High King or the emperor but Rolaf never knew the truth. He was fathered by his mothers brother at the two years of age, he was sent with him in a band of Mercanarys who cared not for his age. He killed his first man at the age of twelve and lost compasion for others. He roamed around killing creatures where he went taken trophies from the enemys that gave him a fight. He was 18 when he faced against a Dovah, not alone but he did deliver the killing blow. He drew his dagger and stabbed the Dovah in the mouth as he breathed fire, the steel heating up and melting after piercing the dragons skull killing him. His hand was burnet badly but still works as good as anyother. He found fame in the group leading them but he realized something quickly after his uncle died...Mercanarys dont live long. He now adventures and looks for more fame and glory to his name.