Hail! I am Agnar Oddson, son of Odd Oddson. My father is the last in a long line of struggling merchants from the south of Norway. Many people of our village used to say that my Grandfather, Odd Leifson, was the worst merchant seen in Norway for a hundred years ... but they now say the same about my father. I wasn't going to follow their path, so on my 16th birthday I joined the crew of a ship from Daneland and went a-viking on the coasts of Northumbria and East-Anglia with everything I owned, as little as that was.
Now I am almost 19 years old, and the spoils of war have allowed me to trade in my poor brown tunic for a fine green one with a rich blue cloak, and also gold and silver jewelry! Hopefully, I'll have many more years of raiding ahead of me, and once I have a sizable hoard I shall settle down in some part of Northumbria, and build my own hall.