Well, if you're showing yours, I'll show ya mine... Not nearly as
detailed, but what the hell...
VIDAR HEAFDANE, HALF-ORC BARBARIAN
Alignment: Good (Old-School: Chaotic Good, 'cuz fuck neutrality)
Vidar is a tribal, hailing from the recently-formed Kingdom of Many
Arrows, just north of Luruar. In a rather interesting twist from the
norm, his father was human, rather than orcish, though he knows little
of the man; he disappeared shortly after Vidar was born, staying just
long enough to give him his name. From this, Vidar has generally
believed his father was a northman.
Vidar had a reasonably normal childhood, despite his human heritage;
he found that he tended to be somewhat more cunning and dextrous than
the other children, and, though quite large compared to a human his
age, he never measured up in height. Despite this, he managed to gain
many friends in the children of his tribe, first and foremost being
his full-blooded cousin, Korgul.
Korgul was bigger than Vidar, and some would say less intelligent, but
that was untrue. He thought slowly, but thoroughly, always finding
simple, but effective, solutions to the troubles the cunning, but
rash, Vidar brought upon himself.
The two were inseparable, they were even born within minutes of each
other, and when they reached the age of adulthood, they faced the rite
of passage together as well.
The two, along with a seasoned warrior of the tribe named Jaruk,
entered the Cavern of Trials, an ancestral proving ground, and
passageway into the depths of the Underdark, instructed to return with
the head of a worthy adversary to prove their mettle as warriors.
They ventured deep into the bowels of the earth, with only a single
torch, their weapons, and the clothes on their backs. There they
hunted and struggled to survive for nearly twelve days and nights,
when, suddenly, their worthy opponent found them.
The beast was unlike anything the two friends had ever seen, a
writhing mass of fleshy appendages and wicked fangs; it let out an ear-
splitting hiss, and Vidar drew his weapons, ignoring the warnings
given by the level-headed Korgul. That would turn out to be a mistake.
The beast let out another hiss, and then, more came... Dozens of the
creatures, pouring from every crack and crevasse in the pitch-black
cavern, all unleashing horrifying screams.
In the ensuing madness, the two barely escaped with their lives,
thanks to the help of Jaruk, the warrior. However, Korgul was badly
injured, and had fallen unconscious during their desperate flight
towards the surface.
Vidar was brought before the Tribal Elders, as the Shaman worked to
heal the still-unconscious Korgul. After hearing the testimony of
Jaruk, the Elders declared the Vidar was too rash and headstrong to be
allowed to become a true warrior of the tribe.
Outraged, and yet still mourning the harm he had caused his truest
friend, Vidar stormed out of the Elders' Tent, and, in the dark of
night, fled his tribe, with only a single torch, his weapons, and the
clothes on his back. He would prove to the Elders, his Tribe, to
EVERYONE, that he was a true warrior, worthy of respect... or die
trying.
Personality: Vidar is constantly searching for approval from those he
admires; most often, these are those he views as strong warriors, and
he is willing to do almost anything to gain their respect. In this
way, he is not unlike your average stray puppy, constantly hoping for
a pat on the head for his good deeds.