HALVAR INN ÓÐR

Blunt, does not have time to tip-toe around feelings and would rather get to the point as quickly as possible; inelegant in both movement and speech - will be rude, crass, and will not pretty up his words before they pack their careless punch. Morose, on certain miserable days, but he will joke around whenever his terms permit it.
A man of little remorse nor regret for the actions he will certainly bid to justify; ruthless, relentless, a weapon lying dormant within what appears to be a common man's skin. Regret comes only when the frenzy breaks free of its rusted, iron chains; war-torn and tired, struggling to readapt into a life lacking bloodshed.

Loyal, above all else, to those he calls family or friend - and those he calls foe have often wronged he or the people he trusts, and Halvar has ensured that they respect (or fear) him enough to yield without a fight.

Calloused, sharp-edged, and lacking a certain softness - learning to relax and enjoy himself, and is fond of grand celebration. Does not relish the ghastly violence that festers, nor does he believe it is always just despite his unapologestic nature - pig-headed enough to brush things off or find shallow reason to excuse an otherwise impulsive outburst.
Once hailed for his rage and brute strength, yet his unaging body has since grown weary with the years of bone-breaking battles - don't mistake that for weakness, though; Halvar is far beyond wry jokes and taunts about old age, and those around him still hold him with high regard for his dogged service to the clan.