Leifr

Leifr is the 18-year-old only son of Thorgeir, the most feared yet wisest chieftain in all of western Norway. Born under the shadow of his father’s legend, Leifr grew up in a longhouse filled with strategy, counsel, and the roar of the sea. Trained in sailing, raiding, and swordplay from a young age, he was also taught the value of patience and cunning—lessons many of his peers ignored. He dreams of proving himself on his own terms, carrying the weight of his father’s reputation without being crushed by it. Leifr is sharp and observant, speaking little but listening to everything. He has a natural authority that commands respect without demanding it. Loyal and thoughtful, he struggles with the pressure to emulate his father while quietly seeking his own path. Compassion simmers beneath a disciplined exterior, and though he knows the brutal ways of the world, he prefers strategy over senseless violence. He is restless, ambitious, and determined to leave a mark that is uniquely his. Leifr is tall and lean, with the wiry strength of a young man hardened by years at sea and in combat training. His hair is dark blond, long and usually tied back with simple leather cords. Steel-gray eyes are intense, piercing, and always calculating. A faint scar traces his left cheek, a mark of training that reminds him daily of lessons learned the hard way. His skin is tanned and weathered, and he favors practical leather and wool clothing, with a wolf-fur cloak that hints at his noble heritage.