Name: Baldurolv Alderhime

Nickname(s): Bal, gramps, old man

Height: 6'1" (1.85m)

Weight: 185lbs (83.91kg)   

Age: 68

Marital Status: Married to Almalah Tandline-Alderhime

Date of Birth: Jan 1

Race: Human

Favorite Color: Red

Hobbies: Baldurolv prides himself in being an expert in the area of machinery. Often he can be found working on his latest creations which serve all kinds of purposes ranging from transportation to making tedious jobs easy. "The high mage of his craft" as Chaz puts it. He also enjoys helping others in whatever way he can, though he is careful to judge people he meets. Baldurolv is someone who always has an open mind and is willing to try new things, even if he is unfamiliar with them.

Occupation: Baldurolv could be considered the secondary judge of the group, seeing to it that both sides of any argument are seen. With his experience he would be most likely to understand what others may not. Other than that he is happily married to Almalah. He never expected to be an expectant father in this time of his life but things happen for a reason right?

History: Baldurolv grew up (as Chaz did) in the vast city of Jordheem. As early as he could remember, he had a strong distaste for that which is unfair to others. Occasionally in his young school days he would assume the role of a cop, stopping bullies in their tracks. He lived with his parents, being the only child. Baldurolv looked up to his father, who was an officer for the police of Jordheem. Another thing that caught Baldurolv's interest was mechanics of course. As a twelve-year-old he could name every part and their function under the hood of a car, and with his interest sparked he learned that through books he could gather vast, powerful knowledge. All was well until he turned eighteen, when  his father died in a shootout. This prompted him to become an officer just like his father but as time went on there was something about his new career that bothered him. Nobody around him seemed to care about their job, too little was being done too late and nobody had the guts to  fight dirty. Baldurolv gave up, feeling he had let his father down. A part of him died that year and there was nothing he could do about it. Years had passed and he had begun to make a downfall in his life. It was like he was throwing his life away, making his earnings by being a pit fighter beneath a casino. In a way you could say he had shared Chaz's view of the world, he hated it and wanted to hurt people. It wasn't long however that he began to see that he was getting nowhere with this change of life. He decided that the only way of getting things done right is having it done himself. So he gathered up what few friends he had and convinced them that something needed to be done about the everyday violence and destruction that was continuing to spiral out of control. And so, the organization named "Vigilante" was founded. No mercy was to be given, crime was to be quickly dealt with without all of the boundaries and restrictions of law. The police considered Baldurolv a crime boss when the town considered him a hero. As time went by Vigilante effectively replaced the police force for many years, until they started to get in the way of a major corporation aiming to build powerful weapons using the finances they received from various sources (obviously not legitimately earned). Baldurolv needed someone who could effectively give them tactical information, and he didn't have it. There was only one person he knew of that would suit his purposes, but he had never thought it worth the effort to catch this man. The man whom he was referring  to was of course Chaz, the only person to effortlessly evade Vigilante much to Bal's dismay. Though, nothing of Chaz had been seen for a while so he thought maybe now would be a good time to look around. Once they located him he personally dragged Chaz out of his own bar and made him an offer upon returning to base; "Either join us, or we'll lock you in the pit and forget you ever existed." Delighted with Chaz's intelligent decision he put him to work after some proper training. Time went on, and all was well again, Baldurolv had lightened up to Chaz since then and deep down, he was like a son to him. Eventually though, Chaz wanted to leave and Bal was accepting of it. Things just weren't the same, he began wondering if all of this took too much out of his life. Any relationships he had were short lived due to his commitment to his work. It was life as usual one day when Chaz sent a transmission from afar, saying that he had found something very interesting. This turned out to be Tabitha's suit of armor. With this new upturning, Baldurolv ordered Chaz to get all the information he could and maybe he could create   something similar that would make things easier for Vigilante. He began to draw out plans and drafts of his own version, taking notes as Chaz contacted him. Baldurolv's goal was to make it so that it would only take a few people to keep the great city of Jordheem safe, and with the armor design there would be only a small chance of injury or death. The design was almost done, but one day he woke up to get to work on his  project and it was all gone... someone betrayed him. Fortunately when this corporation started showing off Bal's own technology (mixed with their own) it looked grim until Chaz came back with a few new friends. After a near death experience he decided that it was time to throw in the towel and take after Chaz; leaving Jordheem and seeing the world through his own eyes. As of now he has discovered a love life with Almalah and gained a family that has rejuvenated his outlook in life.