Vidar Storm
Fighter
Vidar Storm
Species
Human
Appearance
Vidar Storm is a broad-shouldered human with the heft of a dock crane and the careful hands of a priest. His skin is weathered and ruddy from years of cold wind at Gråsten Fästning, and his clothing always seems half a size too small around the arms because of his barrel chest. He moves with surprising gentleness, like a man who has spent his life carrying hot bowls without spilling a drop. The unexpected contradiction is his face: a soft, almost apologetic smile beneath a hard, battle-scarred brow, making him look like someone who could either break a gate or comfort a crying child.
“Deep, gravelly, and steady, with a habit of sounding reassuring even when he is delivering bad news. He speaks in short honest lines, often with homely comparisons, and he tends to repeat a person's title if he cannot remember their name.”
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Distinguishing Features
A healed burn scar across his left forearm shaped like a twisted ladder
A brass key on a cord around his neck that opens the prison pantry, not a cell
Two front teeth slightly chipped from an old brawl in the kitchen yard
A habit of humming lullabies while sharpening his sword
A laugh so deep it can be felt in the chest before it is fully heard
Voice
“Warm, rumbling, and slightly apologetic, like a hearthfire trying not to wake anyone.”
Clothing
A scarred fortress guard coat layered over boiled leather, a thick wool sash, dark trousers tucked into worn boots, and a chain coif he often leaves hanging loose around his neck when off duty. He keeps a clean apron folded inside his coat pocket, a habit from his days distributing food.
Body Language
He keeps his shoulders open and his hands visible, as if offering peace first and force second. When uncertain, he rubs his thumb along the rim of a cup or the edge of a keyring. In danger he plants his feet wide, but in conversation he leans forward like a patient listener.
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