Name: Eirik Olivier Tostain
Age: 35 (looks) 1210 (actual)
Family: None
Species: Valkyr
Rank: Combat Trainer
Faceclaim: Travis Fimmel

Loyal || Charming || Resourceful || Adventurous
Temperamental || Rowdy || Impatient || Stubborn

Who said, cold hearts aren’t capable of love?

In the village of Kattegat,with beautiful farm lands and rough seas of Baltics. There was the land of the Vikings. By day, Farmers and family men. By night, tough, brutal warriors whom sail the seas in order to conquer new lands and bring back treasures for their families. Raiding, Pillaging, you name it; The Vikings had done many things. Great, in their eyes. But cruel, cold and harsh in the eyes of many others. During one sailing expedition towards Germany; Bjorn and his men got lost, after the rough storm, whilst on sea. A few ships of his men had been lost. Whilst the remainder had no idea, where they were once they lost course. They ended up on the outskirts of Cornwall. New land, meant new treasures to discover.

During their exploration of Cornwall. Many of the men took some of the peasant women to bed. To satisfy their manly needs. But one in particular seemed to stand out. Jean Ambroise. Young, Witty, Sassy, Headstrong. Everything about her, made her stand out among the others and she caught Bjorn’s eye. The two grew close; mainly due to their curiosity of each other; during the Viking’s stay in Cornwall. When it was their time to return back home. Bjorn had decided to taken Jean back with him. Despite the many protests of others. Bjorn had refused to let her stay in Cornwall; and the beauty peasant became his.

Whilst the young peasant woman was dainty, and a beauty. Bjorn was tough, and was known as one of the most fiercest among his ranks. Some deemed him as cold and ruthless. Yet the two seemed to be a perfect combination together. Contrary, to what many said. Bjorn loved Jean. She was the light in his very tough life. A few months after their return to Kattegat. Bjorn and Jean had gotten married to each other; in an intimate Viking Marriage Ritual. The marriage a symbol of their love and commitment to one another.

On a harshest snow storm, in the winter of 809AD. Eirik Olivier Tostain was born. His mother endured a painful and complicated labour of 16 hours. It seemed like the child was hesitant about coming into the world, leaving Jean weaker and weaker, as the labour went on. But finally, during the early morning hours. The child of the English/French peasant woman Jean and the Viking Bjorn Tostain. As weak as Jean was; she was happy to see her son; her baby boy finally born into the world. The child was small, but inside was an inner strength waiting to be discovered. Naming him Eirik Tostain. A strong name, for a young Viking child.

As the first few weeks went by, Eirik was slowly getting bit stronger. But sadly, Jean was getting more weaker. One stormy morning, Jean had tears in her eyes, as she whispered out the name Olivier. Wishing for the small child, to have that as his middle-name.In hornor of her father and as part of the children's partial French Heritage. Bjorn was devastated, that Jean had passed away, not long after the birth of their son. But he knew, she would want the best for their son. So he done his best to raise Eirik into the strong, smart, young man he knew his son was destined to become. But deep down, he was grieving for Jean. And nothing could fill that void. Not even the number of women he took to bed, to try and get over the heart-ache.

Growing up. Eirik grew into a smart young child. He was always quiet resourceful. Finding other things useful, that many others did not. Whilst, he seemed to be quite a lot like his father in looks and temperament. There was a hidden kindness in there,after his mother. Eirik was always a determined and adventurous young man, willing to learn the ways of his people and take after his father. By the age of 13, he was the youngest of the Vikings. Begging his father and men to take him. It took a lot of persuasion and begging. But Bjorn finally agreed. Keeping a closer eye on his son, during the entire trip. They had set sail around Russia, at the time. Taking their time, as they moved from city to village, to another. But the young boy, proved himself to be skilled and useful at the time already and quiet a skilled fighter, as he had been training from a young age. Making not only his father proud, but the rest of their people with his skills and dedication.

With him being the youngest; he at times proved to have more stamina then the elder men that refused to retire, so to speak. And he was always a great out-look incase trouble was coming.

A few years later, everything changed for Eirik. He had witnessed his father get killed in cold blood, by one his men whom wanted to take in charge of their group. Whom was once a friend of the entire group, was now turning into a foe-as he was getting power thirsty. At the time, Eirik was only 17 years old. He was filled with a sudden rage. Picking up the nearest weapon nearby. He attacked the elder male; whom had slaine his father in cold blood. Overpowering him after a intense combat. Bloody and beaten. Eirik eventually stood triumphant over the man’s dead body. Many of the others bowing down to him, and proclaiming him their new leader. In honor of his father.

Eirik rose to the challenge. Knowing, he would carry on his father’s legacy. And so carried on his journey with his leadership. People looked up to him, and seen him as an inspiration. Eirik wanted to travel more further than most had dared to venture. To discover new lands, that none of them had been discovered before. New ships were being slowly built, in order to go on these longer quests. With facing quite a few harsh winters; resources were low for building ships’ as most were spent on keeping themselves alive and warm. Hence, the building of the ships had been postponed for over 8 years.

Eirik was quite the charmer; and most women wanted him for his fierce/protectiveness and charms. He was the catch, among the younger one’s. Whilst, he slept around like most men. He never did find anyone, that caught his interest enough to marry and start a family with.

By the time, Eirik was 35. The last of the ships were done. Everyone was getting excited, finally they could get going, with the plans that had been planned many years ago. When they set sail one early morning, to get an early start on their expedition. They was something unknown waiting for Eirik than. Whilst the morning, had been calm. The afternoon was faced with a raging storm and a war at sea. As another clan of Vikings, clashed with the ones Eirik was leading. A bloody battle at sea, amidst the stormy waves was had. The battle, that would end in a death and a re-birth for him.

Eirik was slain, by surprise. And his body falling into the depths of the stormy waves. His body eventually washing up onto a shore that was nearby. Where new life had been breathed into him. When he awake; he was surrounded by people he didn’t know. A small group of Nomad Valkyrs that had found him, and saved his life with Shadow Magic.

The young Viking was confused, and had no idea what was going on with him. To learn, he became something supernatural was hard to wrap his head around. And more so the fact, that he also needed to feed on blood, in order to survive. Whilst, he may have killed as a Viking. Consuming blood, was another thing entirely. Almost like something out of a myth. For a long while, Eirik seemed to be in denial, struggling to accept what he was; and learning about his new abilities for the first few decades of his new life. But he found, that blood seemed to call out to him. Each time he feed, every month. He found himself craving more and more. At times finding it hard to stop. Slowly, slipping into a drunken state, he needed to recover from and quickly.

The Nomads, whom were experienced and had better self-control. Slowly helped him recover from consuming too much blood. The rehabilitation process was hard. But he came through, stronger for it. The small group, traveled around with Eirik. And soon came across the first of their kind. Gideon. Eirik felt an unusual pull towards the leader of the Valkyrs and decided to follow the other male. Joining his group of people. Learning more about Valkyrs, their nature and abilities from Gideon himself. Aswell, as learning self control. But Eirik feared, he might slip and return back to the Drunken state again, like in his starting days as a Valkyr.

Eirik had stayed loyal to Gideon, since the day they had met. Having known Gideon for centuries. At times of war, Eirik gladly fought for Gideon as one his warriors. Despite having a new life. His Viking routes were still there and always would be. It wasn’t something, you could easily erase...as his fighting skills had been a part of him, from a very young age.

Moving from place to place, seemed to become a habit. Getting to see more of the world, in different ways than he at first wanted; but partially his wish had come true. And eventually, he ended up in Evermore with Gideon and a few of their other people. Evermore, seemed to be a place for all Supernaturals. And the one place,where everyone seemed to be settling in long term, rather than short term. Eirik eventually let go of his past name, and giving himself the name of Oliver Trobeck. Wanting to forget the sad details of his past, and how he had lost his life. Hoping a new name, would help him start a-new and build a new life for himself.