Tykulv Sumjorden

Gold

Fluffy, Brown, Messy Hair

Lithe but Capable

Wardrobe: Fancy red satin shirt with black high-waisted cotton pants and thigh-high leather boots. Wears a large and comfy leather jacket over the whole ensemble. Red and gold jewelery embellishes his attire.

Tykulv comes from money. As such, he can usually be found wearing bright colors as a subtle display of his wealth. Not-so-subtle are the fabrics that his clothes are made of, which are usually high-quality and tailored speicifally to suit him.

Tykulv is covered in jewelry, most of it jangly or hanging from his clothes or himself. He claims that it adds to his performance value, which has some merit, but it is also most definitely another display of his status.

Tykulv is from the north, so his skin is very pale. He doesn't tan, he burns, and in the summer his freckles multiply even faster than they already do. He likes to joke that his freckles are his 'camoflauge'.

As much as Tykulv would love for it to be so, his tail is not prehensile. It does, however, wag when he gets excited and moves around with his emotions. Don't pull on it though, or you might just get a rapier pointed at your chest without warning.

Tykulv always carries at least one instrument on his person at all times. Whether he's playing it or just has it by his side, he's never spotted without his tools of the trade.

Personality | “Tell me about it! No, but really, tell me so I can write a killer riff.”

Tykulv could very easily be described as 'a very smart dumbass' by those close to him. He is certainly smart and is always trying to gain more knowledge, but not necessarily wise, and that leads to situations wherein he gets himself into a great deal of danger. These situations arise mostly in pursuit of his craft and storytelling, to which Tykulv is very dedicated, often going to great lengths just to see if a rumor is true or following the lead on a story. Tykulv is cheesy and is almost always cracking jokes; he loves laughter and tries to surround himself and his party with it. He's also very personable and fairly easy to get along with, which makes him the party's token 'people person'. Tykulv always seems to know what to say to whom and when and how to say it, and due to this, he is especially good at diffusing tense situations or navigating negotiations. Although Tykulv has many impulsive tendencies, he is also a man of his word and refuses to skimp out on prior arrangements or promises, no matter the cost. This also means, however, that he's quite careful with his words and with his time, because if he doesn't pay attention to what he promises others, he'll end up with no time leftover for himself, and that simply won't do.

There's a family in Northfall, yeah, the whaling city in Iegraedal, that practically runs the place. Well, maybe not the whole city, but definitely their little slice of it. They say the family's full of Others, and that they're crazy powerful with magic. They power half the city. Best in the whole Homeland, they say. They say they've been here for centuries, that some of their people are the same as those in the legends. They say a lot of things in the streets, but no one knows the truth like Tykulv Sumjorden does. How? Well, why wouldn't he, considering he's the youngest of them all?

In a family of extraordinary folks, Tykulv finds himself as one of the normal ones, but with plenty of room to grow. While no one in his family expected Tykulv to be off slaying drakes or becoming a runesmith, he found he had a knack for magic and a penchant for performing, so becoming a bard seemed to be an easy and obvious choice. So, ever since he was a kid, Tykulv took after his uncle, who had gone to one of the bard colleges of old and was damn good at telling a story. The little rascal learned that he liked making and telling stories of his own, and set off one day with a few of his friends to tell stories all over the isle of Iegraedal.

Things were going fine enough, but Tykulv found that he was quickly running out of inspiration. Northfall stories were great to tell in Northfall, but once he had left the city walls and was much further south, his tales were failing to strike the chord he wanted with his audience. So he started listening to those in his audience, searching out tales to add to his repetoire. Eventually he started seeking out rumors and secrets, one-off comments that could have easily been embellishment. It led him to some pretty interesting people and even more interesting stories, and Tykulv found himself a hit among the people once again. He was still dissatisfied, however, because while his band was content simply touring the island, Tykulv wanted to go further, hear more stories and explore the world. If there was so much to learn and hear about on this island, then certianly there would be much more interesting things beyond its shores. So when a half-orc in one of his audiences told Tykulv that he was being taken to Xi'An with her, he couldn't say that he was too torn up about the prospect of leaving his friends and family behind.

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