I will be writing for Jormund Sigurdsson, once of the raiding party's hometown, long time gone a' Viking down the Volkov river, into the Rus lands, and only recently returned. He bears the axe of his father, but his ways are now affected by the decadence of the golden empires to the south. Still, the iron of his mail is heavy enough with the reek of battles to subdue what hint of Arab spices might linger on him.
He has two secrets, both to be revealed with clues over time, one I will be contacting a fellow player about, OOC, as things progress.
For now, to raiding.