Sven has always lived in the town of Watergate. As a young boy he always wanted to be in the towns militia force. He was the smartest and the strongest boy. He hardly ever got in trouble. During a trip out of the town his family was ambushed by a band of thieves. The whole family got away but not before Sven had killed three of the thieves.

When news of this reached the town, the militia was quick to get him to join. Sven was with the guard for three years when, then left at the age of nineteen, becoming a street fighter. Several months later, after winning all of his fights, but suffered a concussion that left him out of commission for a while.

One day, while at the tavern, he saw a bunch of his friends talking to a well-dressed soldier. The man said "I have heard much about you. Are you interested in being a mercenary? The profits can be promising." Without giving it much thought, Sven said yes. "You have two days to get your equipment together and to say goodbye." replied the soldier as he turned, leaving them.

He marched out of town with his new chain mail, short sword, bastard sword, shield, and his backpack filled with supplies. He marched to a camp were he trained for a month. Soon after, the troop was hired by a lord to fight as part of an army stationed at the front. Numbering five hundred strong, they went up against one thousand archers - little over one hundred survived.

When the battle was over, the lord paid them, then stationed them in a castle were the garrison had been destroyed due to an earlier siege. Not soon there after, the castle was beset upon by another siege, killing more than half of Sven's remaining troop. With little more than sixty men left, they began scouring small towns looking for recruits. Within four months, their numbers reach fifteen hundred.

With the new blood surging through the troop, they returned to the castle. Mistakenly, they were attacked by the lord's army, his force's crushing Sven's fellow soldiers. A survivor told that the lord's generals thought it was another siege army, and the rumor that the troop were traitors soon swept through the courts. The lord then ordered the troop destroyed at once. They suffered tremendous casualties before the troop's captain finally disbanded his men, releasing them from their duties, and sending the back to their homes.

The seven years Sven spent as a mercenary changed his home town greatly. He settled down as best he could, until one faithful night, a small group of adventurers arrived. After hearing their stories of fantastic places and creatures, Sven decided that was the life he was looking for. He gathered his belongings, and made for the road.

Sven is a huge, hulking man, almost seven foot in height. His short brown unkempt hair, cut just above his ears, does little to hide his green eyes or the shallow scar upon the right side of his face.

He wears black chain mail, which is covered by a black surcoat. Upon his long legs he wears black boots that extend to his knees, and his head is covered by a black helm. Slung over his shoulder is a large black shield bearing the symbol of a red-orange boar - the same symbol resides across the chest of the surcoat. On his right hip hangs a short sword, and on the left, a bastard sword. His remaining equipment is in the backpack hanging from his broad shoulders. His last possession is his quarter staff - a staff that dwarfs most others - this he carries in his left hand as a walking stick.