[Alvis Jorikson]

Eyes: Deep Sea Blue
Hair: Cornsilk blonde hair.
Height: 6 ft
Weight: 185 lbs
Build: Mesomorph / Muscular, lightly toned, broad developed shoulders and arms.

Deities of choice: Thor and Skadi

Faction: Vikings

The cold wind swept mountains of the north was home to Alvis, many of times traversing its snow covered steeps.

Icenfar was his home. The darkness that has covered the lands was so foreign to him now. With a twist of luck and faith he found himself welcomed within the deepness of the caverns of the dwarves, reluctant at first housing such a huge man in their midst. But battle tempers the bonds of fellowship, and bit of heavy mead and ale shared amongst battle brothers hammers it down into a stalwart shield of trust.

Fought he did with dwarves and the free men, in hopes to finding his own peoples safety. Though twas not the case. Monsters they became mad men and women, blood and taint upon their souls. With prayer to Thor to give hims strength to strike down the friends and family in his pat, then to Skadi to cover them in the cold tears from the sky that dropped as snow.

He left the shores of Icenfar soon after lost, slightly jaded. Travel he did by sea and longboat until he docked to a settlement so close to his home.

Dragon Breath's Isle. Tis just a story that time will tell.