Eriks DeMord Sleipner
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Description
Physical
The General is a well-built man, broad in the chest and shoulder; the archetypical hero and solider. A square jaw and narrow chin offset high cheekbones and a high forehead. His hair is a neatly cropped mass of curls, the roots bordering on dark brown while the tips are a sun-bleached, almost-white blond. His narrow eyes are a rather startling pale-green. His neat beard is trimmed in a the goatee style, against skin long tanned rough by the sun.
His clothing is invariably rich, decorated with the unmistakeable knots and stylized decorations of the North; needlepoint horses of all shapes, colors, and styles are prominant. He reflects the heavier, northern styles of dress, using layers of clothing and armor to project both power and status, and yet practical for times in the trenches or on the field of battle. Spurs are nearly always an addition to highly-polished black boots, as is a rather plain, though battlescarred, sword.
Personality/History
The General is a stolid man by choice. Being the youngest son of the House Sleipner, there was little he could do to choose his own vocation; his eldest brother was to inherit, the second in line would be his steward, the third was a wizard, the fourth a priest. Spreading the House's influence as far and wide as possible, it was inevetible that the young lad would find himself packed away to Officer's school; the last time he saw his House, and family, again.
Eriks was a quick study, keeping away from the other trainee's antics and dedicating himself to his books and weapons work. He had an uncanny knack for strategy on a small scale, but no talent, really, with larger armies; that, combined with his family's almost supernatural skills with horses, left him impressed into the Cavalry upon recieving his command. His father, in silent praise for his youngest son, sent him the family's pride and joy; the stallion Hrimfax, a massive, unruly beast that the young Eriks himself could barely contain. But he had a fierce joy in riding impossible, free-spirited horses, and treasured the beast despite the complaints of his men and horse-boy.
