Age: 21, H: 6’, W: 225Lbs, Eyes: Blue, Hair: Brown, shoulder length, clean-shaven at all times. Physically fit. Nose was broken during his initial training and wasn’t set properly, so it’s a little crooked. Hands are calloused and rough from constant swordplay.
 
Alignment: doesn’t exist, because it is a creation of Gary Gygax to pigeonhole players into certain belief structures that he found convenient. Geirrod is a good person who, through his upbringing and training, is willing to sacrifice his happiness and safety so that other good people may live in peace.

3rd son of Leif (45) and Wilma Pedderson(43), a prosperous merchant.

Wilma died in childbirth of sister Ingrid (17)

Older brothers, Agnar(27) and Harbarth(25), working for father

Younger brother, Thorfin(19), apprentice to blacksmith

Ingrid working at local tavern as serving wench

Agnar, Harbarth and Ingrid married. Thorfin engaged

Geirrod not really in position to inherit father’s business so becomes acolyte at Temple to Tyr

Priests see potential in Geirrod as champion and send him to lord for martial training

After initial training, both secular and religious, attached to town militia

Believes in honesty and hard work:  values instilled by his father.  Law (with a capital ‘L’) and justice were values taught to him by the Temple.  Deep meditation to Tyr has led him to understand the value of self-sacrifice and he is willing to throw himself into the path of danger to defend these beliefs.
 
Because of these beliefs, Geirrod tries to follow his temple’s code to the letter:

To render full and unquestioning service to the Temple of Tyr and to those that they appoint over him

To Serve and Protect Lord Insert Name Here, his family, his legitimate successors and his appointed officers with his life

Never to suffer a mutant to live as long as there is breath in his body

This is in addition to a highly modified, non-Gygaxian Cavalier’s Code (basically the same as in U.A., except for the stupid parts)

Geirrod has been assigned to his unit for the past X years/months/days/hours/minutes/seconds/mille-seconds/….. and has come to trust his companion’s abilities (yah, right, like that’ll happen…)




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