Age: 21
Weight: 143
Height: 6'2
Born in the far north, the VERY far north, he was named after a fabled dragon, Mirmulnir. He grew up on his family's ranch, where they bred horses. They were mostly work horses, but some race horses were bred, and even war horses, which were in high demand during a war with elves to the southwest. Alas, after centuries of silence, dragons began reappearing, and civil war broke out in his homeland. They fled south, where they met new cultures near the city of Sunkschiff. They bought a ranch in the farms there, where they began breeding, selling and caring for horses once again. When the War of Acquisition began, Mirmulnir's family fled once again. Yet this time, he stayed and joined the ranks of the Silver Empire. There, he became deeply integrated in the Empire's culture. He fought in the Battle of Verace, and after the war was over, he returned to his ranch. When the monsters began to come back, and the Second Age of Darkness fell, Mirmulnir's home was demolished by abominations of darkness, and his horses were killed. He fled to Verace, only to find it overrun, and turned towards Sunkschiff. He lead a normal life, or as normal as you can get when you have monsters at your door, until he was approached by the Last Fleet of The Imperium, and was asked to join them and help them rebuild. So he joined the Silver Empire, and has been working with them since.
(Now, during the first part, about my life in the far north, it's basically an ode to Skyrim. I felt fine about including that part because it's to the very far north, like a far away land, so who REALLY knows what's out there? Although, if I can't have that in there, then I'll remove it)