Jarl Sarogr
Jarl of Holvik Sarogr Hrogharssen Sturmhjǫri
The long reigning Jarl of Holvika and a sad old man
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Some say that had he the heart for it, Sarogr looked the part of some mythic Jarl as he stood with proud shoulders and hearty fists. Those days are long ago now and the Jarl sits slumped on his throne, back aching and with ragged and unkempt hair growing ever longer as he waits eagerly for death to take him.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Sorrow seems to follow the life of Jarl Sarogr, seemingly born into a life much better than many others but fate would see Sarogr lose everything he had ever gained. First losing his mother at an early age from wretched cancer which slowly took her as Sarogr watched helplessly. Next Sarogr would lose his father to battle and sit by his pyre through the night as it burned with ashes being the only thing greeting him when he awoke. Now thrust into the role he was born into, Sarogr would see his land succeed and flourish and those who saw their Jarl walk the streets would shout his praises for their great harvests and for their strong sons and daughters. The grim Jarl would see these joys from afar as his own family continued to dwindle as Sarogr lost his two younger brothers to disgrace and madness, being forced to send them each away to exile and death.
However the Jarl's life would not always be so solemn, Sarogr was married to a beautiful and wise woman of wide renown named Hirda, and his wife brought with her new joy in a so-far joyless existence, and those who saw their Jarl walk by heard returns to their praises. Sarogr and his beloved Hirda were blessed with three children, the oldest Hroghar would be the mirror image of his grandfather and when Sarogr was with him he felt a small piece of the memories he felt of his father. Sarogr and Hirda's 2nd child was their daughter Luta who made the world bloom with her goodness and gentleness as the people of Holvika loved her like a member of their own families. Who could forget the last of the couple's children, their baby boy Hjalti whose wild antics always produced a booming laugh from Sarogr and the two would keep each other awake deep into the night telling grand stories to one another. Anywho have seen the Jarl today would wonder what became of the man with his children and his wife and they would get their answer in the hushed voices of well-wishing passerby's. All know of the story of how Hroghar fell in battle in the mountains and all heard the cries of the father as he lit the pyre and watched it burn through the night as the poor Jarl lost his first boy and the last reminder of his father. Others told stories of the illness that came down to Holvika not much later and they would tell you of the illness coming to the house of the Jarl and taking poor, young Hjalti and his mother Hirda. The gods alone know what went through the mind of poor Sarogr as he was forced to cast away his beloved wild child and his dear wife into the mountains when the sickness reached their minds and their ravings proved too dangerous to keep in Holvik. Poor Luta did not deal well with the loss of her brother and mother in such a traumatic manner and she cast herself from the window of the Jarl's home and so Sarogr buried the last of his family and now led an existence with no family to speak of.
Since those days, one can find raucous feasts in the halls of the Jarl but no Jarl to enjoy them for when that poor Jarl shows himself to his guests, the gods steal his tongue and he cannot let out a word no matter how hard he tries for tears replace his words. How can the gods be so cruel as to allow a man who has suffered so greatly to live to such an age, an age where one should look back and find solace in a life well lived but poor Sarogr only looks back and remembers what happiness used to feel like. Now he sits, eager to meet death but unable to die, silent and suffering on the throne of his birthright burning with hope for the day he will see his wife's beauty, hear each of his son's great stories and lift his daughter into his arms and hold her dear.
However the Jarl's life would not always be so solemn, Sarogr was married to a beautiful and wise woman of wide renown named Hirda, and his wife brought with her new joy in a so-far joyless existence, and those who saw their Jarl walk by heard returns to their praises. Sarogr and his beloved Hirda were blessed with three children, the oldest Hroghar would be the mirror image of his grandfather and when Sarogr was with him he felt a small piece of the memories he felt of his father. Sarogr and Hirda's 2nd child was their daughter Luta who made the world bloom with her goodness and gentleness as the people of Holvika loved her like a member of their own families. Who could forget the last of the couple's children, their baby boy Hjalti whose wild antics always produced a booming laugh from Sarogr and the two would keep each other awake deep into the night telling grand stories to one another. Anywho have seen the Jarl today would wonder what became of the man with his children and his wife and they would get their answer in the hushed voices of well-wishing passerby's. All know of the story of how Hroghar fell in battle in the mountains and all heard the cries of the father as he lit the pyre and watched it burn through the night as the poor Jarl lost his first boy and the last reminder of his father. Others told stories of the illness that came down to Holvika not much later and they would tell you of the illness coming to the house of the Jarl and taking poor, young Hjalti and his mother Hirda. The gods alone know what went through the mind of poor Sarogr as he was forced to cast away his beloved wild child and his dear wife into the mountains when the sickness reached their minds and their ravings proved too dangerous to keep in Holvik. Poor Luta did not deal well with the loss of her brother and mother in such a traumatic manner and she cast herself from the window of the Jarl's home and so Sarogr buried the last of his family and now led an existence with no family to speak of.
Since those days, one can find raucous feasts in the halls of the Jarl but no Jarl to enjoy them for when that poor Jarl shows himself to his guests, the gods steal his tongue and he cannot let out a word no matter how hard he tries for tears replace his words. How can the gods be so cruel as to allow a man who has suffered so greatly to live to such an age, an age where one should look back and find solace in a life well lived but poor Sarogr only looks back and remembers what happiness used to feel like. Now he sits, eager to meet death but unable to die, silent and suffering on the throne of his birthright burning with hope for the day he will see his wife's beauty, hear each of his son's great stories and lift his daughter into his arms and hold her dear.
Employment
Jarl of Holvik
Mental Trauma
Deaths of his mother, father, wife and children
Forced to exile both of his brothers
Forced to exile both of his brothers
Intellectual Characteristics
Solemn
Silent
Heartbroken
Silent
Heartbroken
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Die and finally meet his wife and children
Social
Contacts & Relations
Friend/ally of Jarl Roryr an Koning of Húsavík
Family Ties
Son of Jarl Hroghar and Thelka
Husband of Hirda
Father of Hroghar, Luta and Hjalti
Brother of Svaltr and Hafkol
Husband of Hirda
Father of Hroghar, Luta and Hjalti
Brother of Svaltr and Hafkol
Social Aptitude
While never one for booming optimism, all guests to the Jarl's great hall leave in pity for the broken state their old Jarl remains in. Known to only sit in his chair during feasts, never reacting to the joy around him and for his inability to address his guests or even look those around him in the eye. For all intents and purposes, Sarogr is barely living and is beyond saving.
Current Location
Ethnicity
Year of Birth
625 A.E
77 Years old
Circumstances of Birth
Born to Jarl Hroghar and Thelka
Birthplace
Holvika
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Dark Brown
Hair
White Hair and Beard (Formerly Blond)
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
White
Height
6'0 ft
Weight
160 lbs
Quotes & Catchphrases
"The gods were cruel when they made me, they knew my fate and forced it upon me."
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