I am Arunee, Jarl of Axe Fjord Holding and Hraethigaldur Pride.
Jarl Gandalf and Sigrid's beloved son.
I am a mighty Jarl belonging to powerful Thorvaldsland Bands who roam the seas and the plains.
This lifestyle has made Me fiercely independant but I am loyal as long as My own end is also served and extremely loyal to the few friends I have.
I have strong convictions and I stick to them. I am serious about things but I like to have fun.
Fame and fortune mean little to Me and I am not concerned with being popular. I have not to share My deepest darker secrets but be more honest about things.
I was born many moons ago. I honed My strength and prowess by hunting the wild mountain beasts and competing with the other boys in the clan.
At age 15, already standing 6 feet and weighing 180 pounds though still not fully grown, I killed My first Kurr.
I gave the teeth to Gandalf, pelt to Sigrid, kept the claws and left the Holding.
I started as a basic Warrior on a Drakkar fleet. During several years, plunders, raids and boards were My daily life.
One day, I decided to discover what is the land of Gor and left the fleet.
There is just something about Me people like. A sort of aura. Several of the fellows followed Me.
Hraethigaldur was born.
A new life, a new future arose. I roamed everywhere on Gor. Went to the Barrens and to eerie places.
Fear, agony, terror, respect and curiosity preceded Me as My reputation increased.
Pirate, raider but above all, a Thorvaldslander.
Physical and psychologic scars were My rewards.
But now I know that : "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, wench in one hand, ale in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"