Eirik is a barrel-chested dwarf with a beard the color of frosted soot, braided with small bone charms. He wears blackened studded leather that doesn't reflect light and a heavy wolf-pelt cloak. His eyes are a pale, milky blue, and a faint, spectral chill seems to follow him, causing frost to bloom on his equipment.

He is intensely pragmatic and speaks in short, clipped sentences. Eirik views himself more as a custodian of souls than a simple soldier. He is unnervingly calm in the presence of death, often humming low, funerary dirges while cleaning his blades.

The Shield Bearers of Valhalla were never meant to be front-line grunts. They are the spectral cleaners of the battlefield, tasked with ensuring that the honored dead reach their destination and that the restless are put to peace. Eirik was a tactical scout for the clan until a disastrous skirmish in the Frostfell left his entire unit dead. While Eirik survived, he did not return alone. The spirits of his brothers attached themselves to his shadow, granting him insights into the veil between life and death. Now he travels south, far from the clan's ancestral tundra, hunting those who would cheat the natural cycle of passing. He believes every soul he reclaims adds a stave to the grand shield-wall in the halls of the afterlife. His rogues' skills are used to bypass the wards of necromancers and the fortresses of those who cling too tightly to their mortal coil.