My name is Sigurd Rattelion. My father was a dragon and my mother a drunken shieldmaiden who claimed her legs could sunder any male of any race. My father and mother made love for six years straight, I was born in year 4 of the maelstrom as a grown man from the sheer magnitude of testosterone involved, and was thrown clear of them. They still clash in such combat to this day.
I was raised by wolves until the young age of 32. I always believed myself one of them, as that is what they told me. When I found another human who asked me why I was biting them, I realized I had been lied too, and skinned them all for hats to pay them back for their treachery- it should be noted that these were not the original wolves. This was a considerable misjudgment on my part.
I became a sell sword after that, using my powerful muscles, natural charm and talent for bashing things in with a club to my advantage. With money in my coffers and mead in my belly, I now come to you for adventure.