Savage Nights in Ashmere
A giant of the North, whose future is fraught with destiny.
Born the bastard thirteenth son of a northern Jarl, Bjorn Arvasson the Crimson Blade, I had a troublesome youth. Unwanted by my clan and despised by my fathers proper wife i was looked upon as a mischievous hell raiser and only allowed to remain because my father had a soft spot for me and my unknown mother. This all came to a head when at the age of fifteen winters i killed my half-brother Kerl in a dispute over a wench. I would have been executed but my father intervened and allowed me to live my life as an exile instead. After I left in shame I fell in with a band of raiders led by a one eyed giant called Svenn the Despoiler, I swiftly rose through the ranks and became his chief lieutenant and we ushered in chaos across the land. It was only after I learned of a plan to attack my old clan the Jotunnsvolk that I decided that my loyalties still lay with my father, so on the eve of the attack I killed Svenn and caused enough of a disruption to his band of marauders to dissolve them and save my people. After that betrayal I had too many enemies in my homeland so I took to the road selling my sword as a hired guard and various other unsavory tasks, and made my eventual way down to Ashmere and my current compatriots, but that is a tale for another day.