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Name: Cadoc Ulfgeir
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Gaul
Religion: Druidic
Home Region: Gaul
Known Languages: Lodainic, Gaulian, and the Gods' Good Common.
Appearance: [REFERENCE] A tall and broad man with a long face, straight nose and an unkempt beard that help hide his lightly freckled cheeks. He has short brown hair and hazel eyes. Cadoc carries himself like a brute and his demeanour matches his speech, often unsteady. Tattoos covering his upper body are always hidden beneath the basic clothes of the peasantry.
Personality: Uncouth and low-born are words often used to describe Cadoc. Born deep in the forests Gaul he never learned to speak any language all to well, nor did he accustom himself to the mannerisms of nobles and their ilk. Though Cadoc appears disrespectful he has a strong respect towards authority, particularly that of the Ceannard, and nature. He has a great disdain towards the Church of All and their members and is quick to lash out at them. Problems are dealt with head on.
Class: Hired Lout
Skills: Cadoc is apt to labour intensive duties, though he shows no grand skill at any particular craft. His physique allows him to do well in combat without any extensive training, though he is more skilled than typical with axes and spears. He has a working knowledge of surviving the Gaulian wilderness and is a moderately successful hunter. Cadoc is an accomplished whittler .
Weaknesses: Cadoc has a fading trust in others and prefers to be totally self reliant often to his detriment. Despite an impressive physique the man is slow and lacks any great endurance when it comes to running. He has a fervent fear of being in open water due to his inability to swim. Currently Cadoc suffers from a swollen left eye, and a busted lip from his capture by the All-Bastards.
History: Childhood dreams of becoming a hero drove Cadoc early on in his life. His mother was a loom maiden and wove clothing and rugs for the small hamlet they lived in. Nestled deep in the woods and far out of the way it was uncommon for people to visit, let alone know of the sixty or so peasants that called it home. Cadocs father was for the most part a hunter, though he also worked odd jobs. His greatest joy was to tell grand tales of fighting in giant battles, enthralling the young and impressionable Cadoc to believing the grandeur of life was glory earned in battle. With an otherwise uneventful childhood, save for the time he was kicked by a horse Cadoc has little to say about his early childhood. His two older brothers had a similar upbringing but were, luckily, safe from the mares kick.
When Cadoc turned fourteen his life suddenly became eventful. Three weeks after his birthday his mother fell ill. Some sickness had finally caught up with her; almost forty it wasn't all that surprising to the family. She passed away peacefully and a funeral was held where her ashes were spread in The Old Road that flowed near the hamlet. Shortly after that he watched as his fathers livelihood dwindled. A month or so later and his father passed away from sickness as well. Their neighbours did their best to help, but with so little supplies among the lot of them there wasn't much they weren't lacking themselves. The boys took to hunting and gathering food. Cadoc found himself best employed trading the fur from the brothers hunts and whittling wooden amulets and dawdles for the ladies that believed them pretty.
Eventually one of the dawdles that Cadoc made was enough to win the affection of a fair haired lassie. She was short and every bit as fiery as he was back then. After Cadoc turned eighteen years old he and Ellie were to be wed, but her family had denied him the right. In a fury he struck out at her father bringing the relationship to an abrupt end. Without much to do anymore Cadoc left for the north, towards war with the Southern Rebellion.
Within the ranks Cadoc became an ordinary foot soldier for the war machine. His size and brutish personality made him a strong albeit unskilled warrior and earned him a fair degree of respect among his companions. All of a sudden the childhood dream of being a hero was reborn in Cadoc and he entered the fray with renewed fervour every time. Months away from home took him further and further down the dark path carved out of the rebellion. There is a solid month or so period that Cadoc has absolutely no recollection of after he took a strong blow to the head. His earliest memory is of waking up under the care of an overworked nurse telling him to stop his damned groaning. After his injury Cadoc was left behind the advance and ended up settling in as a farmhand in some of the newly claimed Lodain lands.
Before realizing it Cadoc had made a life for himself away from home. Without purpose though Codac fell into drunken stupors. Any coin he earned he spent at the tavern and bar brawls became a bit of a pass time for him. The innkeeper seeing an opportunity employed him as a bit of local security. Easier to deduct his pay than persuade him to pay tabs after all. In one of Codacs drunken brawls he landed a full power blow into the face of an All-Disciple sprawling him on the ground like an old rug. It meant little to Cadoc that he'd hit some All-whathaveyou, but the flurry of fists and hafts that struck him to the ground believed otherwise. When he came to his hands were shackled, his head pounded with every bump of the cart, and he was closer and closer to the trial that awaited him.
