Name: Angren Paur I’Draugagar [In-grin, Pow-er, Ee-Draw-guh-gar]
Age: 22 years
Race: Human
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 173 lbs.
Physical Description: Light brown hair, deep brown eyes, and well tanned, hairless skin over a strong bone structure combine to create a visage that is shockingly handsome for a barbarian tribesman, though Angren looks quite plan by the standards of civilized people. He has a normal sized frame for his height, which is covered by the hard muscles granted to him by a life of hard work and even harder battles. In truth the only things that mark Angren as being from a tribe are the blue, glass beads which adorn his hair and the mark of his clan on his face (a red, tapering vertical stripe).
Possessions: The young warrior owns very little, as he follows his tribal culture in believing that material possessions are, for the most part, useless trinkets. His usual, or rather, his only outfit consists of a pair of buckskin pants, a pair of leather boots with steel toe-caps, and a light-weight cotton shirt with an open collar and long sleeves, all of which are black. He also has around 120 bishani, which he received in exchange for a few scrap pieces of silver and a well-crafted hunting knife.
The only items Angren has that he is truely proud of are his blades and his armor. The latter is made up only of the arm harnesses (the parts that protect the arms from shoulder to wrist [rerebrace, vambrace, couter, and pauldron] held together with pins and/or rivets), and is painted a deep crimson. Though the armor may seem meager to some, it is all the protection that Angren desires and holds a certain sentimental value. His weapons, on the other hand, are anything but meager; a pair of expertly forged butterfly swords, that have yet to find any material that can considerably dull their edges. The swords have been appropriately named Serefaun (Blood Thirster) and Mansaga (Soul Drinker). He carries them in underarm scabbards (like a shoulder holster for pistols).
Powers or Strengths: The tribesman is adept in battle, raining quick, heavy blows on his adversaries, and a skilled tactician. A quick learner, he can pick up new skills and grasp new concepts with ease. He also has a spirit guide that manifests in the form of a gray wolf.
About Nagara: Angren’s spirit guide is a very intelligent being, capable of rational thought and communication via telepathy. In battle the wolf is a great aid, having the knowledge to go for vital areas rather than just attacking blindly, and often supplements her master’s attacks with her own. It only takes as much damage to cast Nagara out of the material plane as it would to kill a real wolf, though it is slightly harder to hit her due to her ability to instantaneously transport over short distances (about a five foot jump in position).
Weaknesses: Though he is a fearsome opponent, Angren is not a defender, having to employ underhanded tactics to try to turn any attackers when he is forced into a defensive position. He is easily taunted or angered during a fight, which causes his attacks to become far less precise and can often have the affect of “tunnel vision” where he only sees the opponent that he is currently entangled with. He has a predisposition to consume vast quantities of alcohol when it is available, which makes defeating, confusing, or taking advantage of him a very easy task. Also, he will not deliver a killing blow to a woman. If he is forced, and it would take a good deal of force, into a fight with a female he will only assault her with the flats of his blades or his fists in order to render her unconscious. In the only previous instance of this, the woman awoke the next day to find that Angren had carried her to a healer’s and paid for her time there.
History: Angren Paur I’Draugagar, born Fjorn Culmson, was born into a tribe of seafaring barbarians in the frozen north. Like all the male children of the tribes, Angren began learning the skills necessary to survive in the tundra from the time he could walk. He began showing promise as a warrior by the age of five when he succeeded in making a boy twice his age cry Gwadada (like “say uncle”) for teasing one of his playmates. By twelve he was a source of much pride and boasting for his tribe, as he had managed to track down and kill a stag that had eluded the hunters of three neighboring tribes. This latter feat gained the young man the ceremonial name of I’Draugagar (meaning The Blood Wolf in his native tongue) which replaced his bloodline name, Culmson.
Two years after his first renaming, Angren was placed aboard a trading ship in order for him to learn the ways of the sea. Despite an intense longing to be back on dry land, the boy always completed his assigned tasks, though his work was never up to the captain’s standards. He would ultimately spend only two years aboard the vessel.
During his time on the trade ship Angren had been involved in many tavern and ale tent brawls, one of which was witnessed by a member of his tribe’s war band. The elder warrior took the young barbarian under his wing and trained him to become a mighty warrior. Under the man’s harsh tutelage Angren was slowly forged into a living, breathing weapon of mass destruction. He was eventually inducted into the tribe’s war band, for which his father had a custom set of armor commissioned.
Wading into the fray with his easily recognized armor and the fierce weapons he had claimed from a fallen enemy, Angren soon became a prized member of the tribe. His chieftain even once considered naming him his personal champion, but was eventually persuaded to choose someone with more experience in battle. His highly held position was not meant to last, however.
The young warrior’s teacher had began a climb to power and had upset the leaders of the tribe with a belief in diplomacy over battle. Angren’s publicly stated support for the man caused him to be striped of his rank and removed from battle. When he was confronted with a plan of rebellion, he heartily agreed to join the mutiny. After many hard fought battles and half a year spent living in frozen mountain caves, the rebels were defeated and most of them were killed while some were simply exiled. Angren belonged to the latter group. Before he began his long, shameful trek away from the frozen wastes of the North his father forced him into an oath, forbidding him from ever using his birth given name. In it’s place he adopted a new one of his own devising, Angren Paur (Iron Fist).