He is a noble's son, hard work is unknown to him, only the joy of exercising all manner of sports is what he really cares about. He's only brought food to his household's table in the literal sense of game. Yet furthermore he was never expected to have a life in the lead. He was therefore pampered by his loving mother more so than might've been good for him. He had often with her been on many trips, he had known how his mother and his uncle had often fought in the past over the rulership. He himself though? Couldn't be bothered, he was fond of Bjargar his cousin, ever stubborn but eager for a good time. There will be one day though, he'll never forget. He had freshly returned from a trip in Dale itself, the northern kingdom full of wealth and magic. He had come back home only to lay the axe he had bought for his cousin upon his tombstone. He had grieved as he hadn't since his father's passing, but he was allowed a chance to avenge all the pain that was brought to Skovsgard by this untimely death. His jarl commanded him to set out into the wilds, to avenge Bjargar and set things right. Return a worthy man and heir. And he had agreed. His mother had stalled this quest for a while, but eventually it was he himself that felt he must do this. Therefore it was done. And now he is on the path of retribution, but where will it lead him one wonders..