Lord Arik Halfshav
He who still draws breath remains yet undefeated.
Description: A tall frame and muscular build conspire to make this man seem even more massive than he truly is. Broad shoulders, a square jaw, and an imposing presence lend him the air of a warrior from tales sung in the icy North, and indeed the scars on his calloused hands tell tales of their own. His features would be easy to describe as ruggedly handsome, were he ever to shave the formidable beard that covers the lower half of his face. Still, there is no hiding the glint of confident, casual violence in his pale gray eyes, nor the subtle, nigh-perpetual smirk that promises the same.
Personality: While perfectly capable of interacting with southern nobles in a manner that doesn't inspire unspoken dread, Arik doesn't often bother. A warrior through and through, his is a life ruled by the sword, and it shines through in his every action, whether it be his sharp wit, piercing gaze, or willingness to thrust himself into glorious battle. The broad side of the sword has its uses however, and in Arik this can be seen through his blunt honesty and sometimes narrow-minded disdain for things that don't fit into a worldview honed by ice and stone.
Background: To hear his father tell it, Arik was born in the coldest hour of the coldest night of the year, the temperature so low that the boy came into the world coated in ice that never melted from his gray eyes. An unlikely tale, but it can certainly be said that Arik was built for the rugged cold of the North.
A born warrior, Arik led men into battle against tribes of Abandoned as young as 14 years of age, collecting victories the way some boys collected bruises, and he certainly collected his fair share of those. No tactical genius, his talents rested more squarely in the realm of physical combat, his unrelenting determination driving him forward against crushing odds.
This proficiency at head to head combat earned him the respect of warriors that came before him, and so it was that Arik was named Sword of Whitehold, the heirloom weapon passed down from father to son, an unorthadox move as the title is generally not hereditary. Champion of his family name, Arik wields the sword against those Abandoned tribes cultured enough to respect the rite of duel to settle conflict.
Oft-victorious, still this appointment did not come without its trials. Arik has long-suspected that his uncle, the Duke of Whitehold, doubts his accomplishments are truly worthy of the title of Champion. Seeking to prove himself, Arik found himself in a duel against a knight whose fealty was sworn to Valardin, and after much boasting and blustering, the long and horrifically fought bout was called in a draw. After the bout, and after seeing the other fighter and realizing she was both younger than him and not as physically strong as him but significantly more trained, he realized he had to refocus his efforts to be the best warrior he could be. He has since headed to Arx, allegedly to seek refinement in his craft to complement the brute strength he already wields for the glorious honor of Whitehold.
|Agatha||A bit more measured upon his return to the city. Maybe having that new Oathlander in-law is rubbing off on him.|
|Alexis||Lord Arik Halfshav, Sword of Whitehall. Managed to get through the Gauntlet on the first go. Apparently likes soft girls with grit, which sounds like a contradiction in terms.|
|Amari||I don't think he believed my cabbage story, but he seems alright otherwise. A very competent Sword, I imagine.|
|Ann||You know those men you meet for about 3 seconds and they leave a lasting impression that leaves you chuckling for days? Arik.|
|Barik||From the aesthetics to his lexicon, I find Lord Arik to be a standing contradiction. He holds himself with a charming sway of words and self-confidence I'd equip a Grayson with, yet he looks nothing like one. Where has he been? For how long?|
|Barric||A fellow Sword whom I know to be quite good with the blade. Apparently likes to drink a fair bit as he forgot us meeting! Amusing, but I would forget me too if I were a man. Unless I was a man who... nevermind.|
|Caith||Does love at first sight exist? Or, well, love at first sound? Because he misspoke in the most glorious way and it filled my soul with a joy that cannot possibility be described. It will warm my heart until my dying day.|
|Catriona||Quiet, polite, with a sense of humour poking through. Though how he acts when fully awake, I don't know. Maybe I'll find out.|
|Clara||It is always nice ta meet someone when they aren't sober. Lets ya get ta know a bit more about them than they usually wantcha ta know.|
|Coraline||He seems so quiet but mellow, I bet he would be great to spar with!|
|Cullen||Thank the gods and spirits, a Sword who doesn't feel like he needs to puff out his chest and let his weapon define him while making reference to it constantly. Seems a rather good natured person, like most Northerners I've met, although I suspect he'd be quite the foe on the field of battle.|
|Cybele||Lord Arik Halfshav. He scared Cleo. I was prepared to be very angry at him. But he is more measured. Perhaps that was out of respect for me. Perhaps that is how he truly is. Regardless, I did not have to yell. I do not dislike him. I think he will be a good Lord Halfshav, at Lady Khanne's side.|
|Darren||The Sword of Whitehold is a bold man who doesn't stand on ceremony. I like that. It shows a boldness of character that we need all too much in times such as these.|
|Duarte||A fun loving man who enjoys gambling! I should say we'll likely get along well.|
|Fiora||Better him prancing around in a leather dress than me.|
|Gareth||Either caught in a failure or a revelation, his initial reaction was to retreat. A good enough strategy.|
|Gianna||A man more interested in what is real than what is pretty.|
|Jeffeth||Lord Arik has come back! And is leaving again? He seems to be the same friendly sort, it is good to see him agan.|
|Joscelin||Why do Northerners need to be so tall? Intriguing, sprawls like he owns the place but speaks like there's room enough for everyone. I can appreciate that. Also he has interesting taste in liquor.|
|Kaldur||By all appearances, a man not to be trifled with. One to watch and closely.|
|Kenna||I am not at all sure how smart he is. Tensions are running high and he chooses to insult someone speaking so impassioned for the sake of her family????|
|Marian||He's loyal and true to his family. It's something I've always admired about Khanne's brother. I do hope that he'll be staying longer this time in Arx. He's a good ally to have in this city.|
|Melody||He's got abandoned blood and he's down to earth. You can read that from a mile away... Just gotta' keep the pointy-ear talk down when around him.|
|Mercedes||He has opinions about my life choices. He is wrong about them but if I went around fighting with everyone who had a negative opinion of the path I chose, I'd get nothing done. I will worry about the people I care for, not random men in bars.|
|Morrighan||Doesn't seem so scared of me now, but I'm not hauling all of my weapons out in plain sight, either. It's good to see another representative of Halfshav about, perhaps I'll run into him again.|
|Orathy||Lucky son of a Halfshav shit!! Me casino won't be lastin long with the likes of him cleanin me out! Reckon it were a good fuckin hand though, be impressed by it. Be wonderin if he be counting cards. Ack, it were luck. Good to be seein 'em enjoyin the cards though.|
|Petal||He is as a sword and sword of the north. He is probably badass, but he has point out, being a sword is more and deeper than that.|
|Reese||A large northman who is very into the woods.|
|Thesarin||Seems like he's trying, always, to cut at the heart of things.|
|Valarian||Interesting...a Sword whose first action wasn't to take offense at something or get all annoyed about a bit of ridiculousness. Northern sensibilities, I like 'em. Seems like the sort you could get really fucking drunk with.|
|Venturo||Khanne's brother, the love of whiskey seems to run deep in the Halfshav bloodline. A potential patron, I'm always happy to see more northerners favor the Raconteur.|
|Vercyn||Sword of Whitehold, my nephew. You are here to defend the honor of House Halfshav - and I will see you succeed in that role.|
|Veronica||The Sword of Whitehold is one of the more... serious Swords I have recently crossed paths with. I actually like that; far too many Swords seem to be of the flighty and flirty sort, it's a bit unbecoming.|
|Violet||I adore this Halfshav lord. He helped me remember my old Halfshav teachings. And, you know, is always buying me a drink. So that's a plus too.|