Einar Vidarsun was never truly satisfied with his life, when he was in school he always fought as many people as he could. He was violent but to the few friends he could gain he was their holy protector and anyone that even looked at them funny could be sure that they wouldn't make it home without a bruise or two. He was always a large child but when he reached 7th grade he shot up and reached the startling height of 5'11" and by the end of highschool he was 6'10".

After highschool he joined the Army for the, as he saw it, "paid violence", but he never saw combat. He was feared in his Unit as the man you avoid at all costs. Finally, at the age of 23, Einar "earned" his leave snapping his gun in half when a superior officer was disiplining him for violence.

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Returing home, he looked in the mirror, he had slightly long brown hair and black eyes. He was toned but not overly so like a bodybuilder. He loved animals and even had a dog named Rich that he found in the woods on a hike he took with his anger managment class.

He flopped on his couch, thinking of what to do for the time being. He had over heard his superiors talking about some Call to Arms or such sort. He decided to get on take his dog on a hike through the woods nearby. He took off with his dog and left for a few hours. He met with a friend on his way back and had dinner at a local diner.

After he got home, he saw a large letter with a wax seal on it sitting on his coffee table. On the letter was a single sentence, "Einar Vidarsun, I Brighild Goddess of Might call you to Arms".