Born near Axe Glacier, My parents were your everyday Torvaldsland free companions. My Father, a large man, was the Hold Jarl of a small hold called Ulfden. Located about 50 pasangs north of the city of Hammersgaard. A hard Man when he had to be, My father raised five sons, given to him by My mother. She was from the city of Hammersgaard, the middle daughter to the Administrator of the city. I am the youngest of the five, and by far, the biggest. They loved each other, a true genuine love that lasted until they passed into The arms of the All father. My father taught all of Us how to live off the land, how to use what was within the ground to survive. As every young Torv must, I worked the fields for many years, tending to the verr herds, and the few bosk that we managed to acquire. I helped the slaves with the farm work, but I longed to go to the Sea.
Standing 8 feet and 3 inches, weighing a solid 400 lbs, I am the largest Torv in My hold, and the surrounding areas. According to the Rune Priests, the only one that had ever been taller, was Torvald Himself. I was born late in the year, and had many problems health wise as a child. One of My fathers bondsmaids took care of Me through those early days. I learned quickly though, that to survive the harsh lands, one must adapt, and overcome. I became the hold's most eager student, learning things from anyone who would teach Me. I learned how to fight, with sword, axe, and shield. I was taught how to build many things, how to hunt, kill, and use everything from every animal I brought home. I became one of the better hunters in the hold.
By the age of 18, I'd grown to well over 7 ft tall. My hair had turned white, from the bleaching of the sun against the snows. I'd also become one of the fiercest fighters, willing to fight for anything, or anyone, for any reason, or no reason at all. I was also able to out drink half the elders of My hold, which was not an easy title to earn. Upon My 18th birthday, My father and mother had traveled to Hammersgaard to trade for supplies, and had returned with a full wagon. Just in time for the Thing. The yearly gathering of all Torvaldslanders. It was then, that My father surprised Me, after I'd won My first Talmit for sword play.
At the award ceremony, My father called for Me to join Him, in front of every Torvaldslander present. I took My place at His right side, and He presented Me with the same bondsmaid that had been much like a friend to Me. My father, with a grin, handed her over to Me and told Me that only after I had the true taste of a woman, would I fully be a Man. I took her, and that night, chained her to the log at the foot of My bed. I kept her there for several days. Teaching her how things where to be done for Me, and ravishing her each night. My mother and father were happy to see Me become a Man, in every way that was possible.
Shortly after My 21st birthday, My father came to Me, and told Me that all young Torv's, must travel the world. They must make the conscience choice to return home, if that is what suited them. My mother and father fought the night I left, she being the typical protective type, and he being the man I respected. Taking My bondsmaid with Me, Myself and several of the other young lads took a Serpent and went south. Staying there for only a short time, seeing the traditions and ways of only a few cities, I chose to return to the North, to My Homeland, and the farm. It is here that I rule with compassion, and thoughtfulness. It is here I will continue to live until Odin decides otherwise.
I am KolrUlf, roughly translated as Blackwolf, of Ulfden Hold.
Standing 8 feet and 3 inches, weighing a solid 400 lbs, I am the largest Torv in My hold, and the surrounding areas. According to the Rune Priests, the only one that had ever been taller, was Torvald Himself. I was born late in the year, and had many problems health wise as a child. One of My fathers bondsmaids took care of Me through those early days. I learned quickly though, that to survive the harsh lands, one must adapt, and overcome. I became the hold's most eager student, learning things from anyone who would teach Me. I learned how to fight, with sword, axe, and shield. I was taught how to build many things, how to hunt, kill, and use everything from every animal I brought home. I became one of the better hunters in the hold.
By the age of 18, I'd grown to well over 7 ft tall. My hair had turned white, from the bleaching of the sun against the snows. I'd also become one of the fiercest fighters, willing to fight for anything, or anyone, for any reason, or no reason at all. I was also able to out drink half the elders of My hold, which was not an easy title to earn. Upon My 18th birthday, My father and mother had traveled to Hammersgaard to trade for supplies, and had returned with a full wagon. Just in time for the Thing. The yearly gathering of all Torvaldslanders. It was then, that My father surprised Me, after I'd won My first Talmit for sword play.
At the award ceremony, My father called for Me to join Him, in front of every Torvaldslander present. I took My place at His right side, and He presented Me with the same bondsmaid that had been much like a friend to Me. My father, with a grin, handed her over to Me and told Me that only after I had the true taste of a woman, would I fully be a Man. I took her, and that night, chained her to the log at the foot of My bed. I kept her there for several days. Teaching her how things where to be done for Me, and ravishing her each night. My mother and father were happy to see Me become a Man, in every way that was possible.
Shortly after My 21st birthday, My father came to Me, and told Me that all young Torv's, must travel the world. They must make the conscience choice to return home, if that is what suited them. My mother and father fought the night I left, she being the typical protective type, and he being the man I respected. Taking My bondsmaid with Me, Myself and several of the other young lads took a Serpent and went south. Staying there for only a short time, seeing the traditions and ways of only a few cities, I chose to return to the North, to My Homeland, and the farm. It is here that I rule with compassion, and thoughtfulness. It is here I will continue to live until Odin decides otherwise.
I am KolrUlf, roughly translated as Blackwolf, of Ulfden Hold.
