Kernoth

Name=Kernoth Bloodbath Age=31 Equipment=Cruel waraxe. Clothing and accessories=Steel armor with spikes, golden accents to display the sigils of the dark gods, furs, Helmet with two wicked horns and metal bars for a lower visor, multiple skulls of his enemies, displayed as trophies, drinking horn with bloodale. Features=6'5, muscular, scarred. Hair=red, bald beneath helmet, unkempt pubic hair, full beard. Nationality=Northlander. Eyes=left eye brown, right disfigured by a scar. Speech=heavily accented, brash, trying his best to be civil. Likes=bloodale, the dark gods, beautiful sights, his waraxe. Dislikes=being judged all too eagerly, cowards, hardtack. Profession=Warrior of the dark gods (currently on 'vacation') Rank=Bringer of Slaughter. Personality=crude, likes to retale his exploits, straightforward, used to bloodshed, trying his best to fit in, reasonably calm. Scent=old blood, dried meat, goat. Background=The warriors of the dark gods (especially from the Northern Lands) are well known to be nothing if not cruel, often bringing wanton slaughter wherever they please as they are taking, plundering, slaughering, raping, murdering, spreading plagues and doing other things all of which are terrible enough in the name of the dark gods. Hailing from the North of the Old World from the family of a decently known clan, Kernoth was no better than these men and women as he too was born in the cold wastes on that damned continent with his fate set to be just like every other warrior of the dark gods, whose lives were often as short as they were brutal. Kernoth has killed and plundered like every other of his clan and has carved a path of slaughter in the name of the God of War into the northern border of the South lands, only that he was missing something in his life, something he couldn't find anywhere else. Deciding to find that something, Kernoth temporarily put down his oath of killing any worthy foe that crosses his way and instead resolved to see the world he would usually only lay waste to by foot as he does his best to walk amongst the common people without causing more death.

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Tourist(ish): Kernoth basically is the closest thing to a tourist from the North, if said tourist would wear full armor and is easily taller than anyone they come across by a lot.

Harsh times: Sure, the lucky few of the Northlanders become immortal and godlike Daemon Princes of the dark gods, but the vast majority are doomed to become consumed by their emotions and end up as blood-crazed berserkers who live only to kill and die in battle, jaded hedonists who have to keep doing more and more depraved things simply to feel something, sorcerors who are forever driven to expand their knowledge in an attempt to reach an impossible goal, or disease-ridden husks who are kept alive by supernatural powers despite their bodies rotting away. That's all one can get, and that's even if you don't simply end up a mindless mass of be-tentacled gribblyness because of all the mutations you've been receiving, or get used by your superiors as the following: Sacrificed as cannon fodder, as an experiment, to slate the hunger of some ravenous daemon, as a sex toy to the more rapacious daemons or simply killed for the sake of being evil. Never mind the part where they live in a frozen wasteland populated by horrible corrupted monstrosities on the whole, or that you will probably be killed point blank if you say a single thing against the Dark Gods. Part of their drive to invade the Southern regions is so they don't have to live in the Frozen Wastes any more.

Brutish, but well meaning: Kernoth is entirely unused to being in a climate that isn't harsh, dangerous or torturous and so it comes to no one's suprise that he often manages to cause serious damage by just being himself, not meaning bad at that moment but just being too brutish to notice.

Born to kill: Any warrior of the Dark Gods has the desire to do all sort of atrocities. Kernoth may try to supress these right now in order to 'blend in' with the masses, but it is wise not to be aggressive to him, unless one wants a waraxe embedded into their face.

Inherited disdain: While Kernoth is here to see what the south has to offer, he thinks of his culture as suprerior in most if not all cases, a trait inherited from his clansfolk.

Brutish: Kernoth is about as sensitive as a rock, with all the positive and negative effects of that.

Factions: Multiple different races and factions exist in the Southern Lands, though most if not all hate the Northlanders for one reason or another. Seeing a Warrior of the Dark gods on the open streets therefore is anything but usual.