Name: Haakon inn eldri (TL: Elder)
Class: Rider Trainee -> Wyvern Rider -> Wyvern Hunter/Knight
Character Specific Skill: Renewal
Affinity:
Personal Fault: Oathbound: When an ally is reduced to 0 HP, -2 damage.
Personal Skill: Falcon's Son: +2 AS when over 50% HP
//Personal Skill: Pack Tactics: When adjacent to two units, +10 Hit and Evasion
////Personal Skill: Legacy of Retribution: If a supported ally is attacked in the enemy phase, Haakon's support bonuses are increased by +50% until their next turn.
Preferred Stats: Skill, Speed
Weapon profs: Axe (E)
Level: 1
Total: 1
Progression spent: 330%
HP: 18+2 (70%)
STR: 4 (50%)
MAG: 0 (0%)
SKL: 4 (50%)
LCK: 1+1 (10%)
DEF: 3 (60%)
RES: 1 (40%)
SPD: 3 (50%)
CON: 5+1
AID: 4
MOV: 4
Inventory:
Hatchet
Vulnerary (3/3)
Backstory: Haakon has been called many names since his birth. The first was Falkrsson, after the noble blood coursing through his veins, and as he came down with one illness after another in his childhood his mother called him Gerpir (Brave) and Inn Strangi (Strong), as she prayed over his bed each night. And when he grew old enough to come into his own, and cast off the weakness of his youth, the men and women about town know him Haakon the Fair, Haakon the Handsome, and once too many as Haakon the Quick-Shot.
But when the old king of Norgemark passed, and his ever ambitious sons sought to claim a crown for the other to wear, Haakon the Dandy was one of many knights called upon to fight in their king's name, and it was Iron-Ore Haakon who came home after a decade of war to kneel beside his father's deathbed as he named his successor, and left Haakon the Unprepared with little but his name, and the riches won by his own hand.
Riches that brought no comfort to Haakon the Goldbearer as he swore fealty to his brother, who sought to mend fences (or perhaps remove a potential rival) by arranging his marriage with Countess Ghyslaine of House Allard. An ambitious Tatalian noblewoman who sought to strengthen ties with her Norgemarkian trading partners, and perhaps secure a valuable alliance to further secure her rule against her sibling's claims.
It was a warm summer's day when Haakon the Groom tied the knot, a sweltering afternoon when they had their first 'real' conversation, and a cold night when he first began to know her. It wasn't love back then but he liked her company well enough, and she her new alliance, perhaps it could have become something more given time, but barely a year passed in her company, before he received two more names both good and ill.
With the birth of their son he was Haakon the Elder, a proud father of a future count, but with the death of his wife he was Haakon the Widow, the sole guardian of a newborn child who stands to inherit a coastline coveted by the uncles his mother had worked so hard to keep in czech. All of her best laid plans laid low by a single child, who's fate rested entirely in his hands. He could walk away, renounce his son's claims, and leave him with nothing as was his father's lot, or he could 'play' the same game as his wife, and seek out a patron with the only thing he could offer in exchange, himself.
He chose the latter, and brought his young son to the court of the van de Wachttoren dynasty, a neighboring noble power his wife had maintained cordial relations with. He offered his skill at arms, his wealth, and perhaps even his hand in marriage, anything he could offer in exchange for their support. It took almost a week of petitions, tense negotiation, and perhaps a few bouts of outright pleading, but they would eventually settle on an accord. Haakon would swear an oath, swearing over holy relics to the Eternal Light itself (on pain of death and ruin for his family and eternal damnation for himself) to serve the van de Wachttoren's faithfully as Cecilia's defender and keeper until his son reaches majority, and in exchange the Wachttoren's would in turn swear the same for his son, raising him in their estate almost as if he was their own.