Character name: Leofric hajaka Snorrison
Character age: Twenty three years of age
Level:two ((gona change fast))
Leofric stands out at six foot five, some would say a giant of a man, with long wild hair, His stern eyes are like a blue ocean always in conflict. His chin is adorn with a small beard. He wears a Heuberk of mail that extends to his knee, with a rugged fur cloak clasped by a bronze broach, he carries a simple round sheild with his rune etched hammer "Hagnir". He by a code of honor, always loyal, never retreating, stubborn to the last, for he will never turn his back on his enemy. In social situations, he can be awkward as the nobility and commoners of stormwind are a world away from his homelands, his one merit being his iron stomach, he can drink without end.
Leofric and his family lived as one of the many small clanns of the north, his clann was not a powerful one, but one with a bond to the frost giants, clann Na Ulaigh. He grew up hearing tales of how his brothers raided village along the coast of the southern land and off the great Vrykul of old, who he admired so much, When an ominous evil cast its eye on the local clanns turning there bravest into mindless victoms of undeath, leofrics family gathered there possesions and with a few others sailed south across stormy seas to the lands of lordearon, he was but a young boy when they arrived and his family made a meager living off the land, rich nobles taking advantage of the foreign peoples. barbarians they were called, while the nobility stood in his families face. As the scourge began sweeping down, leofric and his father would not have this happen again, his father crafted there family wepon, Hegnir a mace with such finecraftmanship it put many a dwarf to shame. His father taking up his hammer marched on the undead with the few clann men left of clann na ulaigh, apon that day, they all died, but one, leofric, Leofric felt the call of something greater, his veins ran bright gold, his eye shone with the lights fury, that day he entered the Berzerkers rage and the ways of the light, He slew man, horse, and undead alike without mercy or thought. After that day he followed the road of the rightgeous, apon his hearing of the rebuilding of stormwind he traveled alone any hundreds of miles to find the same filth and arogance as he did in lordearon, but one order stood out to him, he saw there ways in the northlands, The scarlet crusade, As they stood in the court yard evangilising and telling of the light, he saw that they were the path, the true path. Now he pledges to crusade againt the undead and to re-take his homelands in the Fjords off northrend.