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As a young man, the Mittærdian berserker and warchief known as Eirik the Fell fought during the Mittærd-Caledon War, earning a reputation for inhuman ferocity in combat. After the war's end, Eirik reviled his countrymen as cowards and traitors and carried on a campaign of terror, amassing a sizeable band of brigands, bandits, and mercenaries. Eirik's signature weapon is a bizarre bladed whip modeled after a human spinal column, which he claims to have forced the legendary blacksmith Velentir to make. The scars on his face were received from an enormous white bear he encountered in the frozen tundra, which he claims to have killed with his bare hands and skinned with its own claws to make the white fur cloak he wears. Eirik conquered a small but strategically-placed demesne  killing the baron himself in a duel and taking over the castle. From this base, he terrorized the surrounding countryside with impunity, sending raiding parties into other demesne. When the nobility of Caledon united and declared war against him, Eirik and his army managed to repel the seige: having already plundered the surrounding villages and monasteries for all of their supplies, he waited for the opposing army to starve as winter set in, raiding supply lines while exacerbating tensions and political rivalries until the Caledonian army collapsed into infighting and was easily routed. 

Despite his reputation for brutality, Eirik 
maintained the loyalty of his soldiers not only through fear but by distributing the bulk of the shares of his raids among the members of his crew, keeping only the smallest share for himself. He was fastidious about his personal hygene and bathed frequently, neatly maintaining his beard and moustache, and expected his men to do the same. The only person he ever feared was Siegvild Bjorwulfsdóttir, whose reputation as a goddess of war inspired both awe and envious hatred from him.

A calm and cunning man at most times, Eirik was nevertheless prone to unpredictable fits of madness brought on by his use of rage-inducing psychotropic drugs during the war. Far from seeking a cure, Eirik embraced this and made it his hallmark to keep his men on their toes. 
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This man sounds like a real scourge. His garb seems a bit ratty though. :trollface:
There's a bit of Nagru the Foxwolf in him too, isn't there? That pelt story sounds awfully familiar...

(I think you misspelled "demesne" the first time.)