Kodan is a massive brute of a stallion, well-muscled and strong, towering over most other equine. He stands at a strapping 20.0 hh, and his massive wingspan is several times the size of his own body, spanning many feet in order to harness the powers of the winds to loft his muscled frame into the air with surprising grace. He is predominantly blueish gray in color, with lighter roaning on his flanks. On each of his four legs that silvery blue turns to a dark, almost black gray, and for all but one, that gray then becomes a pale cream, descending to three pale hooves.

The pale cream of those three hooves marked only by streaks of dark gray. The remaining hind foreleg remains a dark gray and doesn’t transform into cream, leading all the way down the limb to the hoof, also a dark gray in color. His tail is similarly dark in color, as is his mane, with portions that are instead marked with that same pale cream. His face is splashed with cream, which only serves to highlight the striking blue of his eyes. His wings are perhaps his true crowning glory, as massive as they are, the same silvery blue as his body. Cream and dark gray also marks them, while the silvery blue darkens towards the tips, and said tips are actually a startlingly light blue in color.

Though he is often in various states of dress, his full regalia is a sight to behold. Cloak, gauntlets, weapons and skull, he is quite the sight to behold. More so than usual, anyway. More often than not however he is generally wearing only his cloak and gauntlets, or his necklace.

Kodan Ruinbringer is, well, definitely a throwback to the Vikings of old. More than that, though, he is one of those Vikings. Up until a short time ago he had been living in medieval times, raiding and conquering and riding the high seas, or, often in his case and the case of his clansmen, riding the winds. He is cold and ruthless, but also has quite the temper once roused. He’s rather feral and enjoys the infliction of pain as well as being on the receiving end of said pain. Such as partaking in a rousing duel…to the death.

While many may think that he and his clansmen were little more than baseless animals acting on instinct, in fact they were, and in Kodan’s case still is, some of the more intelligent and cunning creatures one might have encountered in that time. They were smart and used their cunning to conquer lands, other groups, and to establish a reign of rule which was immovable for centuries. His views are rather old fashioned; he doesn’t believe in currency and instead feels that he simply must fight for what he wants or barter for it.

Viking society made for an upbringing that wasn’t for the faint of heart. The weak did not survive, and only the strongest of the strong went on to enjoy the fruits of their suffering and grueling rites of passage. Kodan and his fellow clansmen, brothers and sisters, were raised as a group, without any attachment to their parents. They were taught to fight before they were even taught to speak, and their training regime was strict, bordering on torturous. A number of Kodan’s clansmen in his age group died of various reasons before completing their rites of passage.

For one reason or another, Kodan thrived. He was particularly ruthless and dangerous, with what some may call an iron stomach when it came to violence and bloodshed. He was no stranger to treachery and trickery, though his favorite method of dealing with situations happened to be brute force, naturally. He survived his rites of passage and came out as one of the best in his group. He was one of the select few chosen from each freshly trained group to protect their homelands and their interests.

His life, though really the opposite of what one might describe as peaceful, was one of routine and enjoyment. When Kodan Ruinbringer wasn’t bathing his weapons in blood, he was enjoying the company of any who tumbled into his bed. He was famed for his exploits, not limited to the bedroom alone, and oftentimes half the reason why he ended up in fights were over a desired conquest or bedmate, either one he had already enjoyed, or one he wanted to enjoy and didn’t see why some weaker equine would stand in his way.

After a very long period of great prosperity, just as with all good things, it came to an end. Though there was never a set moment or action which signaled the collapse of his people’s reign, there was no missing the blistering heat of the flames, nor the thunder of the terrifying inferno as it burned indiscriminately, set by unknown perpetrators. It was not something that he or his clansmen could fight, though some tried, and died for their efforts. Kodan survived only because he had been tasked with escorting those who could not fight out of their village. He’d managed to shelter them in an old, abandoned cave system not too far away. But when he left to scout for his fellow brethren, he found himself lost in a forest that was not his own…

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