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Biographical information
Homeworld
Age
Weik
32
Age
Weik
32
Physical description
Species
Gender
Height
Weight
Hair color
Eye color
Skin color
Force Sensitive
Human
Male
6’2
205lbs
Dark brown
Green
Fair
Yes
Gender
Height
Weight
Hair color
Eye color
Skin color
Force Sensitive
Human
Male
6’2
205lbs
Dark brown
Green
Fair
Yes
Chronological and political information
Affiliation(s)
Theme
· Jedi Order †
___· Jedi Knight †
______· Justicar †
Theme
· Jedi Order †
___· Jedi Knight †
______· Justicar †
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____ Eirik Sunwielder
"For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother eternal."
- B I O G R A P H Y
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It is said that the creatures of the frigid mountain fjords and chaotic wastes of northern Weik are forged hot against an anvil of ice. The nomadic clans of the farthest reaches of this inhospitable land test their mettle against predatory creatures, nature’s terrible wrath, and the cruelty of their fellow wanderers day after day, both to survive and to earn eternal glory. Daily life is simple, but unforgiving – hunting for food, warring against rival clans, and constant movement as to not remain an idle treat form the nexus of polar Weiklander life. In times of idleness, when the winds do not blow harshly, the sagas of ancient heroes are sung in festhalls and toasts are raised in honor of fallen warriors. Few of the northern clans dare to remain in place, and the few that do pride themselves on being the bulwark against the raving warbands and ferocious monstrosities prowling the cruel places where darkness reigns supreme.
The cursed city-state of Braag stood staunchly as the bastion of the northern wastes. Its citizens, a hardy folk, accepted their role as wardens against evil with grim resolve, for it is they who hold back the more barbarous tribes of occultists steeped in Dark Side worship from invading the southern lands. The city is said to be cursed – or blessed, from a certain point of view – with an unusually-high birthrate of those Force sensitive, or the wyrdtouched. One such star-marked child was Eirik of the Arlings, born under the Everburning Sun, which was interpreted by the seers as an auspicious sign.
Eirik’s upbringing was a crucible of training and trials. From the age that he could walk, he was taught to wield a weapon, for the threat of the Dark Side berserkers of the north loomed constantly over the heads of all in Braag. For most of his formative years he was taught to stalk prey and hunt, fight with axe, sword, and bow, and, most importantly, drink and boast. Though born among peers and comrades in Braag, Eirik still felt that he was a pariah for his star-marked birth, and many of his younger victories over his contemporaries were dismissed as having been gained because of his connection to the wyrd.
Still, fortune favors those marked by fate, and an adolescent Eirik found himself confronted with the mystical Paladins of the Adamite Tower on visit to the cursed city. Sensing his innate connection to the Force, Eirik was bartered-for and released into their custody to be raised and trained under their goodly care. Brought farther south than he ever could have hoped to visit, Eirik dwelled in the Adamite Tower for some years under the tutelage of the Light-aligned Paladins in a land untainted by frost but under constant threat of sorcerous evils.
The saga of the barbaric northlander, now under the care of the esteemed and chivalrous Paladins, was far from over, though, for fate still deigned to intervene in his life. A wayward visit by outlanders riding steel dragons was believed to have been the first sign of the calamitous end times. The truth, however, is that these foreign dignitaries had found themselves guided by the Force from the stars afar and that they named themselves Jedi. Though the fully-fledged Paladins were far too old to be taken and trained as Jedi, the young Eirik was a perfect candidate. In exchange for supplies, armor, and weapons, Eirik was once again bartered away to another sect of Force-users to be raised and trained as a warrior of the Light. He took on the name Sunwielder, in honor of the Sunfire Swords used by the Paladins, so that he might not forget their part in his life-saga.
It has been nearly two decades since Eirik last saw his home deep in Wild Space, but he carries the torch of his northern people proudly. Now a Jedi Knight, he roams the galaxy, yearning for glory, battle, and to bring about an era of goodly prosperity in the name of the Jedi.
- P E R S O N A L I T Y
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A child of myriad cultures, Eirik is nonetheless true to his birthplace. Encapsulating the ideal of the noble barbarian, he bears the mannerisms and behaviors of savage northlander, chivalrous Paladin, and staunch Jedi. More given towards martial and active matters than the book-learning of the savants or the idle contemplation of the monks, Eirik could certainly be considered maverick by his comrades in the Order.
Possessed of a saturnine disposition, he is a reserved, grim individual who holds little patience for tyrants and bullies. His upbringing was filled with cruel trials and tribulations in defense of the meek, and he judges his own worth in how he combats the evils around him and how he conducts himself in the face of adversity. He has been sculpted by the warriors of polar Weik, the knights of the Adamite Tower, and the wizard-monks of the Jedi Order into an unusual amalgam of barbarian-turned-knight.
Not given towards higher educational pursuits, he is nonetheless interested in the esoteric and the arcane – in stars and their unusual portents. He still maintains the old traditions of his home, and many of his quirks might come across as odious to those without a tribal, deeply superstitious upbringing.
Loyalty is important to him, and there are fewer ways to forge lifelong bonds with another than in the crucible of combat. He is slow to trust outsiders but shows little hesitation when embracing kith and kin. His word is his bond, and he places a great weight on the importance of these oaths once given. It is difficult to shake him from something once he has given it purpose in his mind, and he refuses to cower before fear or uncertainty, instead seeing all strange things as a new challenge to surmount.
He likes to cook and drink. Don’t tell anyone, but he’s got a crippling sweet tooth and will absolutely destroy some candied treats.
- A P P E A R A N C E
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Eirik possesses a warrior’s physique. Thick cords of muscle line his bulky frame, honed by years of violence and athleticism. Venom-green irises rest beneath stern eyebrows, a world-weariness to them belying his years. A trimmed beard takes up most of his face, concealing the squared, angular facial features and various small cuts and nicks beneath. Across his body is a gnarled webwork of knotted, pinkish scars, aging bruises, and all other manner of physical sign of toil and conflict. If these seemed to cause him any discomfort, he did not make it readily apparent.
He tends towards more practical clothing. He’s certainly not the image of the ideal Jedi, but he doesn’t particularly care. The galaxy needs its heroes, and it can’t be picky on what it gets.
- P O W E R S_ A N D_ A B I L I T I E S
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Raised among a society of warriors, Eirik prides himself on his martial might, whether it be with blade, blaster, or brawling. Force-enhanced senses and reflexes gives him an edge against the mundane and he revels in the excitement that is brought about in a good scrap.
He does not allow himself to become slave to the Force, though, and prefers to keep his reliance on it as minimal as possible to avoid undue corruption or influence. That is not to say that he avoids using it wholly, but he does not consider himself equal among the consulars and others whose fighting style relies on overuse of the Force.
Mediocre pilot. Decent cook. Terrible at card games. Weirdly good at charades.
- R E L A T I O N S H I P S
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+ — Ally | | o — Neutral | | - — Enemy/Rival
o Whoever (Whatever)
Note: This list only documents significant relationships Eirik has developed.
- E Q U I P M E N T
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Below is a listing of Eirik’s gear and assets. Commonplace utility items are implied to be carried on his person. All grenades and equipment are otherwise safely stored.
General Loadout
Miscellaneous Equipment
- R O L E P L A Y S
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The Saga of Eirik Sunwielder
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