Work in Progress 1st Character: Lyric

[Lyric Hermanson]

Character Information

• Full Name: Lyric
• Heritage / Culture: Velheim Ailor - Hvitskag
• Age: (Minimum 18) 21
• Gender / Pronouns: Man He/Him
• Religion: Agnostic
• Occult: None
• Character Occupation: None Yet– Looking for a job in agriculture

Appearance Information

• Eye Color: Blue
• Skin Color: White
• Hair: Blond
• Height: 6'0
• Body Type: Muscular
• Additional Features: Baggy Eyes, Skin is aged, Face sunken in.

Skill Information

• Hobbies and Talents: Choose 2-3
• Mechanics: None
• Languages: Common, Velheim

Backstory/Plothooks

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Proficiency Points:

• Strength: 7
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• Constitution: 0
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• Intelligence: 1
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• Wisdom: 2
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• Dexterity: 5
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• Faith: 0
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• Magic: 0
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• Charisma: 0
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Lyric of Hvitskag is twenty-one, but he moves like someone older. He fought young—too young—and the battles left marks deeper than his scar. He was once a man of battle. Raised in the frozen wilds of the "Graveyard of Empires," he fought for years in wars that never ended, for land that never changed. Hvitskag taught him to burn what he could not keep, to retreat into the mountains, and to make the world bleed for every inch it took. But war took more than it gave—his friends, his youth, his left hand. What's left is a battered right hand, wrapped in cloth and pain, and a metal limb where flesh used to be.

Now, Lyric wanders. Hungry. Tired. Not for food—but for peace. He no longer fights for nations, kings, or gods. He's looking for something quieter. A life that doesn't demand blood. But even in peace, he moves like a soldier. Sleeps like one, too. No home. No cause. Just a man shaped by violence, trying to unlearn it. Trying to build something—maybe for the first time.
Personality: Lyric is a man of few words and fewer needs. He listens more than he speaks. He watches the room before he enters it. Once, he answered every problem with a blade. Now, he hesitates. Not out of fear—but weariness.


Likes:

• Bland Meals
• Cold Mornings
• Structure
• Routine

Dislikes:

• Social Cues
• Loud Noise
• Politics
• Religious Zealots

Trivia:

• His left hand is a prosthetic, his right wrapped in cloth.
• Still sharp in battle, but not as much as he used to be.
• He still speaks softly of Velheim when alone

Faith:

• He's agnostic, not because he doesn't believe—but because belief never saved anyone he loved. He saw men die shouting the names of their gods. If the gods are real, they don't answer. He respects the faithful, but he's not one of them anymore.