~Nikolai Swertenz~

{Nikolai had always been destined for greatness. Being the only son of the infamous viking Rexford, he was expected to one day lead the clan, continue his family's bloodline, and carry them all to continued power and success. By the age of 15, he's ten times as ruthless and merciless as his father, driven by not only the primary teachings but also an intense desire to prove himself worthy of the honour bestowed upon him. By 30, he's long since surpassed his father as leader of the Yulebrian's, leaving a trail of blood and spoils wherever the journey takes them} ~The journey, this time around, had led them to a tiny village in Wales. Though the clan had initially arrived on surprisingly peaceful terms, all it took was one snide remark from the mayor before they struck at nightfall. By morning, every man of age was nothing but a rotting corpse. The villages houses and establishments were but ash and rubble, and the citizens left alive were left at the whims of the Yulebrian's. As the day bled into evening, Nikolai finds himself striding through the burnt remains of the village towards the only building left standing. A tiny longhouse perfect for housing some of the citizens.~