Leofric the Black
Leofric the Black is a 31-year-old Jutish warrior adorned in a well-worn chain mail hauberk that hugs his robust frame. His eyes, almost as black as his name, peer from beneath a fur-lined helmet, framed by a thick, unkempt beard that matches the raven hue of his hair.
His stern, angular face is scarred by battles past, with a prominent jagged scar cutting through his right cheek. Standing tall and broad-shouldered, Leofric exudes an aura of stoicism and readiness.
His attire is completed with sturdy leather boots and a crimson cloak. His left hand rests firmly on the pommel of his gleaming broadsword, while his right clutches the shield bearing the emblem of his sworn lord, Aetheling Eormenred.
Stubborn to his core, Leofric does not easily concede to others and holds fast to his beliefs. Vengeful and slow to forgive, he meticulously records slights and injustices in a mental ledger, biding his time for the perfect moment to balance the scales.
Despite his skill at combat, Leofric is not a mindless brute; he has a surprisingly sharp intellect, often contemplating the intricate webs of alliance and deceit that make up the political tapestry of his world. He may not be a master of intrigue, but he is adept at navigating it, occasionally getting entangled in his own schemes.
His mind is a labyrinth of strategies and tactics. His speech is gruff but measured, his actions precise and deliberate. He values strength and resilience, and though he may not be the most eloquent, his words carry weight.
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