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Name: Harak Sun-Sword

Race: Nord

Gender: Male

Age: 39

Spells: None

Class: Warrior-hunter

Appearance: As expected of any Nordic man, Harak has long fair hair locked in ties and knots behind his scarred head, with beard to match. He usually dresses in modest clothing (for someone who was once Jarl) and carries his weapons (an axe and a dagger) with him at all times on his farm outside Whiterun.

Background: Born to two respected descendants of the Five Hundred that came to the province, Harak was named after a ship commissioned by one of the very Companions. He grew up into high expectations, with his parents growing too old to continue their own feats.

In such an environment, he fell to the judgement of whelps and fools, and promptly took it upon himself to become the greatest warrior of the mead hall he lived in.

With such ambition, he set out to make good standings with people he considered useful to Whiterun's fighter reputation. For example, he kept good ties with the smiths of the Skyforge, typically by being an errand boy and trusted consultant for personal matters.

Harak recognised that power was not just in a man's arm, also developing a cloak of popularity. He hid himself, any dissenters being snuffed out by close, loud friends.

It was this way he fell into a trap, of taking more than he gave out, soon learning he could only depend on who he held close. Whether he did was cut short. The Jarls went to war over the Reach, and Hakar's parents were lost to the offensive.

In a storm of anger, he demanded from the Jarl why's and what's, pushed out by guards. His reputation became that of a short-tempered brat to the men above him, and a furious line not to cross to his peers.

Harak abandoned the prospects of social status, focusing on learning more of his family and remaining loyal to the Companions.

After years of this sort of isolation, he was commended as a House-Carl for his efforts to stop bandits from raiding nearby unsecured villages. This was mostly down to the lack of one after the previous fell during a battle.

Though reluctant, Harak accepted and received lodging at the palace, with all benefits to add. Warm beds, no stench of sweat, he grew comfortable.

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">He became Thane after defending the current at an ambush, receiving a scar to his face that ran to his temple. He was by no means a ruler, but definitely considered once the passing of his superior would happen.

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">It did. Age is a sharper sword than any forged, and so rested the unnaturally heavy crown of Whiterun, until Harak gave it to Okun Nyrgdir - his Housecarl- barely two years during rule.